Chapter 8 #3
“You caught that, uh? Step outside and you may find out. Or not,” Josh tries to lunge at him but I stop him. He has no chance of trying to fight me, he’s by far weaker. Don’t get me wrong he’s tough, just not tough enough to take down someone who knows how to immobilise you.
“Go outside, I got Spencer,” I whisper at Josh but he doesn’t hear me and tries to get out of my hold furiously.
“You either go check on Love or you don’t have to worry about Spencer, I’ll kill you now,” I whisper as low as I can becoming too aware I walked right into a trap, with Love.
And I might’ve given her to him, like I promised Spencer and cursed myself every night for it.
I’m drowning. But there is no time to look for air. Running low on oxygen, I near Spencer as soon as Josh leaves.
“Good job, man,” Spencer says and I’m sure I know his plan.
I anticipated it. I touch my phone’s power button nine consecutive times and my security team is warned there’s a threat and they must find and keep Love safe.
“Texting your mother? Oh, sorry, I killed her,” he’s lying.
But I still run towards him and tackle him to the ground blocking every single one of his hits.
I was raised to be an elite killer, a new-day mercenary, and I intend to act like it, whenever it is necessary.
And in this case. It’s as imperative as breathing.
“Listen to me, Spencer and I promise it won’t hurt... much,” I say blood pouring out of my soul until I’m drowning in it. My mother died. We never found the killer. But it couldn’t be Spencer he was too young. He was probably fourteen. What if it was his father?
Focus on Love.
“Call Stephanie and Hugh and abort whatever mission you have going on.-”
“What if I say no?-”
“Strongly advise not to do so. You think you caught me off guard? Are you really that arrogant you think you’re always one step ahead?
I know Stephanie and Hugh have Love. I know you’re sending them to Stephanie’s beach house back in Caltin.
I know you have backup waiting and a camera ready to film your little revenge movie on Josh once you’re done with me.
What did Josh do that enraged you to this point?
” I question rhetorically, I still get a response.
“He killed my father,” he says fighting to get loose.
“And you killed my mother. Or better, your father did,” Spencer’s eyes fill with surprise, “Oh, you didn’t think I’d catch up,” I have him right where and how I want him.
Squirming against the ground with a knife to his throat.
“Cancel your plans and we’ll call it even,” I say and the monster in me screams for blood, chaos, massive murder.
But what I give him is nothing of the sort, what I give him is the thought of seeing Love alive again.
“You don’t mean it,” Spencer spits and I slightly slide the knife against his neck with enough softness not to hit any arteries or go too deep.
“Maybe I don’t. But you’ll never see daylight if I don’t have her- Love back,” I almost scream in rage.
His father killed my mother nine years ago, my dad committed suicide two years after, he couldn’t handle the pain.
I was 21 when I took over Ricik’s legacy and it was more of a burden than a joy at the beginning.
There was the fight for power, since no one trusted me not to have the same fate as my father did.
I had to prove myself to everyone while I was falling apart.
And I made the best murder show anyone ever saw.
Maybe I took the hit man label too literally.
I turned into a serial killer in no time.
I’ve lost count of how many people I killed.
People who hired me to kill others. The magic backfires against the magician.
“I don’t mind. My part is done,” Spencer says and closes his eyes however, I’d never give him that joy. I stab him on the shoulder and call my closest guard.
“Karl do you have her?” I ask him when I hear his breathing.
“We got her. Josh is here with her. Intercepted Stephanie on the northwest road to the coast. What do I do with her?” he asks clearly referring to Stephanie with disdain in his voice.
“Either make her leave the north of Rostch. She may never come back if she wants to keep her life. If you ever see her cross the frontier make her disappear. And Karl?” I call before he hangs up.
“Yes, Mr Ricik?” he asks and I almost laugh. I’ve been Mister Ricik to him ever since I remember myself as a person aka since I was 5.
“Get Love and Josh back home yourself. Don’t let them protest,” I say and feel a sharp pain in my back.
“Got it, cap,” he hangs up the call and I move my hand towards whatever’s within my skin. A knife, my knife. Note to self, never leave an enemy alive.
Before Spencer shoots me, I stab him a second time on the foot so that he falls and a third on his chest, hitting his lung and barely missing his heart.
After that everything starts to go black.
I think I managed to call code green. Which ironically means an apocalyptic situation, my life is at stake.
I hear a loud bang and I see Damian alone before I black out.
And for a moment, the darkness feels welcoming and I wonder if it would be so bad to be dead.