Part 13
With a stemless wine glass in one hand, a mix of Jack and coke sloshing about in it, Aran stared at the notes that he had compiled over the last few weeks as he had been taking out his targets. His last target was rather special. More than his last three.
The man was smart. But it seemed as if he wasn't smart enough to not piss off the wrong people. He had gone after the wrong person, but Aran had found that it had been because of some bad intel that the guy had gotten. Still, in his mind that was no reason to be a stupid fuck and not do his own research.
Sipping at the drink, he placed the cup down and flipped through the pages before him.
Aran stroked his fingers over the name that was at the top of each page. It was one that he knew. Intimately. It was the name of the man who had fucked his life over so many years ago when he had broken into his home.
True, his life had been fucked up anyways, but he hadn't wanted to deal with a year of shitty foster homes where they had decided that he was an easy target. That was before he had met Kilen though.
It looked as if, on the surface, the bastard had cleaned up his life after he had fucked up that robbery, starting on the straight and narrow once he got out of prison. But under it all, if a person could hack and dig and had all the right contacts, the rot of his life could be found. He dealt in designer drug parties and orgies that were made for the rich and bored.
He had several of the idiots on his personal payrolls, using their name as a cover to get away with some of the stupidest shit out there and line his own pockets while he fucked Aran's main target.
"I think that you must be dealt with finally. But first, your people needs to be taken cared of," he mused. He reached for his phone and unlocked it. Opening his contact list, he found the number he wanted, shooting off a few text messages, knowing that he would have about a week at most before he was given confirmation of the plan going through.
Of the kingdom that was under the assholes feet being dismantled, spread out, and cleaned up.
He himself would end up getting a 'pre-royalty check' two months after everything was done, along with his usual 'royalty check'. He would pay all of the proper taxes on them, and invest as he needed to, shifting some of the money around, and finish off his latest manuscript.
Kilen would just have to give him amused looks and let him do what he wanted while watching for the next job that fit Aran's particularly interesting skill set.
But first he had to sit around and do some detailed planning to kill two birds with one stone.
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