Chapter 11
<Gavin Forrester>
I continue driving, deeper into the heart of New York City until sky scrapers and blinding lights are the only things in existence. I pull into the parking lot of an Italian pizza parlor near the edge of the city and hop out.
I walk through the doors and hear someone yelling in a language I don't understand. They seem to be angry but then again I don't know what their saying so I can't make a fair assumption. I take a seat at a dark table in the corner and wait for someone to come by and serve me.
"Hello," A person mutters in a thick Italian accent.
"Hey," I look up and meet the piercing gaze of a girl a few years younger than me.
"What can I get you tonight?" She puts on a fake smile and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Well, you can start by cutting that fake smile." I smirk and flip through the menu even though I already know what I'm ordering.
"Sir, please just place an order." The girl says through clenched teeth.
"I'll take your finest deep dish pizza." I wink and hand her my menu.
"This is an Italian pizza parlor; we don't cook that abomination." She rolls her eyes in a disgusted way.
"Feisty, fine...I'll take thin crust cheese and a glass of your finest wine." I grin and watch as she stalks off.
I look around the restaurant in pursuit of something to distract me while I wait for my food. That distraction comes from the most unexpected of places, Carter Jacobson. I clench my fists as he laughs with his friends by the door.
Watching him act like he doesn't have a care in the world makes me sick and I don't know how much longer I'll be able to handle him. Carter catches my gaze within moments and the anger becomes visible on his face. I guess he doesn't like having his fiancée stolen. Oh wait, I forgot, killing her is the only thing he has on his mind.
"May I sit, Hunter?" Carter says in a forced tone.
"I have a feeling you will no matter what I say." I gesture to the open seat across from me.
"Well then, I guess you're right." He takes a seat and laces his hands together the way Talon usually does when he's about to make a proposition.
Maybe Carter is the biological kid...or just an almighty kiss-up.
"What do you want, Carter?" I mimic his hand gesture and lean forward.
"How much do you know about me, Gavin?" He narrows his eyes and waits for my response.
Oh so now you're catching on...
"The real question is what I don't know about you." I smirk and lean back in my chair again.
"Tell me what you know and we might be able to work out a deal where we both benefit." Carter gives me an evil grin and leans back as the waitress brings out my food.
"Thank you." I wink and take a sip from my wine glass.
"Should I bring out a glass for your friend?" She asks in a nonchalant tone.
"He's more of an acquaintance but I guess you can." I wave my hand dismissively.
"I'm glad we're more than strangers." Carter shakes his greasy hair out of his eyes as the waitress comes back with a wine glass in hand.
She hands it to him and fills it up halfway with a dark red liquid.
"I have too much dirt on you for us to be strangers." I hold my glass up in a toast and Carter taps his glass against mine.
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Assassin For Hire
Adventure"The Hunted die, not the Hunter. Gavin Forrester is the hunter and she's the one he never wanted to hunt..." ~~~~~ Gavin Forrester is in the business of getting rid of people. Young, old, man, woman, doesn't matter as lo...
