Mad World (Gone Editing)

Chapter 2

<I was going to wait until next Monday to put out the next part but I enjoyed writing for Elliot. So here it is. Let me know what you think>

Elliot's POVLovely by Billie Eilish feat Khalid

"You do good work, Mr. Black. The money has already been transferred to your account," the voice on the other end of the line said before it went dead.

The burner phone went dark and I tossed it into the barrel along with the blood splattered coveralls and shoes that I'd taken off. I lit a match, threw it inside and within seconds the flames engulfed everything inside. All evidence of the 'job' I'd done was now erased except for the 100,000 dollars that had just been transferred to my company account.

Compared to what I was usually tapped for, this one was a piece of cake.

Some big bad bookie needed one of the dumb arses he had loaned money to be roughed up so that he would pay what he owed. It only took about 5 minutes of my fists meeting his flesh for the tough guy to start begging for mercy, but I only relented when he swore on his mother's life that he would pay my client. He'd either pay or I would be tapped to pay him another visit.

I left the man in an alley in a puddle of his own filth in the middle of New York City. Then I went back to a NY stash house where I'd left a change of clothes, shoes, my real phone, and my real car. After burning the phone, shoes, and clothes, I showered making sure to get all of the blood off of me.

By the time I was done the sun was already up, so I ditched the car I'd stolen for the job and headed back home to Wolf Lake. It was a two-hour drive without the early morning commuters, so it was closer to three with it.

I turned down Ashton Way and was delighted to see my new neighbor, Inna dressed in workout clothes, running along the side of the road. From behind the pitch-black tint I could allow my eyes to greedily take in her frame and silken caramel skin without having to hide the reaction she inspired in me. Sometimes it made me nervous how badly I wanted her.

Inna Jones was like a breath of fresh air in this stifling town, but I couldn't tell you what exactly it was about her, whether it was her fresh face beauty, her quiet but fierce personality or just the air of mystery that surrounded her.

I shook my head to clear it of any thoughts involving her. There was no way someone so sweet and innocent should ever be involved with a man like me. Pain, death, and destruction were the tools of my trade and if I were ever caught my life would be over. No need to bring someone like her into it.

I blew my horn as I passed her, and she waved. As soon as I pulled into the garage, I could hear George barking and scratching at the back door. I grabbed my overnight bag out of the back and headed inside.

Before I could even set my bag down, my 3-foot-tall, 230-pound, gray English Mastiff reared up on his hind legs and put his paws on my chest and knocked me to the ground. I let go of my keys and bag to scratch the bloody beast behind his ears with one hand while grabbing hold of his collar to keep him from licking all over my face. After a few minutes of wrestling, he finally allowed me to get up.

"All right your mangy mutt. I can see that you missed me," I said as I inspected the pair of boots, he'd left chewed up in the living room.

I left the mess for now and went to put away the Walther P99 semi-automatic pistol and suppressor that I always kept with me when I went to do a job. Once it was back amongst the various other handguns I owned, I went and cleaned up what was left of the boots that George had destroyed.