Chapter 5
Blaze left an hour ago claiming he had a job to do. He didn’t say what that job entails, and I didn’t bother asking. Walking into my makeshift office, I sit in the chair and wake up my laptop. Opening the browser I type in Cea Owatonna, Minnesota.
Immediately a bar called Cea’s Place pulls up with a picture of a woman standing in front of a bar I pass by every day going to work. I take in the details of her face and body. I can certainly see why she caught Blaze’s attention. She’s beautiful. But there has to be more than beauty to catch Blaze’s attention. He hasn’t shown this much interest in a woman since Ryan.
Continuing my search, I learn Cea lost both parents at eight and was adopted. At least she was adopted and didn’t have to live in the system. Hopefully whoever adopted her were good people. I look to see what hours her bar is open; seeing that it's opened seven days a week. Sunday through Thursday from 2 pm to 12 am, Friday and Saturday from 1 pm to 2 am.
Looking at the hours, I make plans for tomorrow night. I’m coming for you, Cea.
Sighing, I duck a little lower behind a big ass bush at the Mayor's house waiting for his guests to leave. Looks like someone had a big party tonight. I grit my teeth knowing Elijah knew this. A little fucking heads up would have been nice, but I have no time to bitch about it now.
It’s a quarter to midnight and I’m starting to feel angsty, ready to make my move. There’s one guest vehicle left, the owners at the front door being walked out by Mayor Richmond and his wife. The couple smiles and waves as their guests get into their vehicles and leave.
Once the car is down the driveway, Richmond turns toward his wife, backhanding her across the face and she falls to the ground. I wince. I can’t wait to murder this asshole. I’ll draw it out, have fun while I’m at it. I can hear her soft cries as her husband makes his way back into the mansion, leaving her outside to tend to herself. At least the guards help her up before she rushes inside.
I wait another thirty minutes for the lights in the mansion to finally cut off. A couple guards walk the perimeter, and I watch, clocking their schedule so I can get in undetected.
As soon as the guards round the building, I take off running to the side of the mansion. A maid comes outside with trash bags, leaving the side door cracked open and when she’s halfway to the dumpster, I slip inside, sneaking my way to the staircase.
It's completely empty upstairs. Must be my lucky night. I bring out my phone, pulling up the map Elijah emailed me after I left his club. The master bedroom is straight down the hallway, the last room to the left.
Pressing my ear against the wood door, I check for any noise coming from inside the room. It’s as silent as a mouse. I crack the door open to slip through, then grab my switchblade out of my pocket as two bodies sleeping in the bed.
A bottle of meds sits on the Mayor's side, the top right next to it. Weird, I thought the poor, rich, depressed housewives were the pill poppers. I guess not in this case? I walk up to Mrs. Richmond’s side of the bed and cover her mouth with my hand.
Her eyes spring open in terror, my hand pressing down on her mouth so she can’t make a sound.
“Shhh…”
I mouth bringing the tip of my blade to my mouth. Leaning down, I whisper into her ear through my balaclava. “Don’t make a sound. If you leave now, I’ll let you live.”
I lean back to look down at her, and she nods in a rush of agreement. I slowly remove my hand and she's up and out the door in the next second.
Making my way to the other side of the bed, I climb on top of the Mayor, straddling him, bringing my switchblade to his neck. He doesn’t move a muscle. You have got to be fucking kidding me. He needs to be awake for this shit. I bring my fist back and punch him across the face.
His eyes snap open, his face contorting in pain as his hand immediately goes to his cheek, then he looks at me.
“WHAT…”
He starts to get loud, but I hush him pressing my blade deeper into his skin, a trickle of blood spilling down to his sheets. The sight excites me, my demons ready to play.
“Mr. Mayor…You’ve been a very bad boy.”
I smirk, even though he can’t see it through my mask.
“Who the fuck are you?”
he growls.
“Does the name Elijah ring a bell?”
Recognition lights his eyes, his face going ghostly white. “Be a good boy and I’ll make this fast. Be a bad boy, I’ll make this painful. Hell, I might make it extra painful anyway you sick fuck,” I spit at him.
Looking at the clock on the table, I know I don’t have long before someone comes checking around.
“As much as I wanted to take my time, time is something I don’t have right now.”
With that, I force his mouth open and quickly stab through it to the back of his throat. Jamming it, I start pulling it down until I’m sawing down until I hit bone.
He instantly coughs up blood, bringing up his hands to try to stop the bleeding, but it’s of no use. He’s losing blood too fast.
Jumping off him, ripping the covers from his body, I yank his pants down and grab his small cock. It’s all shriveled up and covered in pubic hair. His poor fucking wife. She must have been coughing up hairballs with all of this bush.
I grab the tip of his cock, using my blade to cut it clean off. When I turn back to face him again, he’s still holding his mouth, his skin now an almost grayish color. I probably only have seconds before he’s gone.
“Open up,”
I sing-song.
Removing his hands from his face and forcing his mouth open, I drop his tiny cock in his mouth and force it back shut. He starts choking more, his eyes bulging from trying to suck in oxygen. Not even a minute later, the light leaves his eyes. My job is done.
I clean my blade on his sheets and sheath it back into my pocket. Then leave the room and tiptoe down the hallway, stopping when I hear soft cries coming from a room on the right side of the hallway.
Twisting the handle, I open it a girl no more than twelve tied to the bed, a guard straddling her, getting ready to insert himself., Laughing at the tears running down her face, mocking her.
“I’ll train you up to be the perfect little slut, because that's what you are. A. Worthless. Slut.”
he cackles.
My vision goes red and I lose it. Running behind him, I already have my blade out, jumping on his back, slicing across his neck. Blood splatters on the poor girl's face as the guard coughs, falling over onto the bed. I get up and kick him off the girl. Then untie her from the bed, pulling her up to face me. Being as gentle as I can, I push her hair from her face.
“You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay,”
I say softly. More tears fall down her face and my heart hurts at the thoughts of what could have happened if I hadn’t been here.
“My name's Cea, what’s yours?”
It takes her a moment, but she finally answers me. “Carly.”
“Okay Carly, I’m going to get you to safety okay?”
I wait for her to nod, then grab her hand, making our way to the door.
Shouts come from downstairs and panic sets in, knowing I have to get us out of here now. I ran us over to the bedroom window and see a fire escape ladder right next to us. What the fuck luck is this? I should’ve played the lottery.
I turn around to Carly. “Be very careful and follow me. Stay close, okay?”
She nods as I reach for the pistol on my hip, pulling it out to be ready at a moment's notice. I climb on to the ladder and Carly follows.
Halfway down, I see a guard approaching. Aiming my gun to shoot, he looks up and catches sight of us. Right before he can scream, I aim and fire. Hitting my mark.
Carly lets out a shriek.
“It’s okay, you’re okay,”
I try to comfort.
I finally reach the end of the fire escape and jump down with Carly right behind me, I help her off the ladder. Taking her hand in mine, we take off running the way I snuck in. I can hear shouting and screaming coming from the mansion, but before they can spot us, I’m helping Carly over the fence behind the bush. I jump, following right behind her. We run down the street until I spot my baby, sitting there waiting for me. I load Carly into my vehicle, then jump behind the wheel, speeding off.
Adrenaline floods my veins as I pull out my phone. Elijah flashes on the screen, I click answer. I can’t even say hey before his voice floats through the speaker.
“Bring her to me,”
he demands.
“How the hell-”
“Doesn’t matter. Bring her to me and I’ll get her somewhere safe.”
The call is over. No arguing I guess.
I grab a blanket from my back seat, tossing it to Carly to cuddle up with. Ten minutes later, her soft snores fill the silence. With my adrenaline finally dying down, I was worried I would feel guilty about killing again, but watching this little girl sleep peacefully and carefully, fills me with nothing but happiness and joy that I just saved her life.
Elijah better get her back safely to her family or I’ll cut his dick off too.