Chapter 8

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My target was in his office typing on a laptop. I had the perfect shot. But something was bothering me. Becky...She was on my mind. And my mind put her right next to me. 

"So, are you going to kill him?" she asked.

The lawyer looked focused on his work, and I assume he wasn't going to move for awhile. I have a little time to make it look like an accident. But how? I could...no...I'll just kill him. 

"You can't"

"Do you doubt my skills?" I said. I turned to face her but she wasn't there. I pulled the trigger without looking and hit the target in his office. She appeared on the other side of me. 

"Nice shot." she said

I stood up and walked out of sight, she kept talking but I ignored her. Doing this thing for love will get rid of her I hoped.  I came up with a plan a better plan than waiting, because this Becky thing was going to drive me crazy. I pulled out my phone and called Bruce while getting in the car.

"Bruce, I need to speak with-"

"Speaking." she interrupted me. 

"I've decided that I don't like your plan."

"Oh, well you can forget your money, unless-"

"Unless I have a better plan. Does your husband like strip clubs? I know of one that is up for sale, it brings in a lot of money. It'll start a gang war. The gang will go in and wipe him out, you take the money and run away with Bruce. 

"Gang War?" 

"I promise you, it's better than your plan."

"Text Bruce the details. What do you need?"

"Let me know when he buys it. And forget you the 5 men. I can be bad all by myself" That gave me confidence, and Becky looked surprised when I said that.

"Okay." she said and hung up the phone. 

I tailed the next lawyer. I got there just in time, he was pulling out of his driveway when I pulled up. He drove a slick black SUV and drove slowly. I followed him to a Starbucks by the beach. It was in the open and in the public. I loaded a pistol with a suppressor.  When he got out of the car a young teenage girl got out too. Was I going to kill him in front of his daughter? As question rumbled through my head I followed him inside. Instead of thinking it through I improvised and pulled him aside and showed him my gun. "Don't speak, tell your daughter to hold on."

"Hold on darling, it's alright. Go find us a spot, I know what you want." he said without breaking eye contact with me.

"I was sent to kill you."

He swallowed hard.

"But I'm not. Bolvi sent me. Listen to me. If I were you I'd drop the case. He's going to die in a few days. Just let it go...you don't want to get caught in the crossfire. The others aren't as nice at me."

He nodded, and said, "Thank you...I..."

"You don't have to say anything. Bolvi's taken care of, go get some Starbucks, man." 

He walked away and smile at his daughter. I walked out and sat in my car.

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