Hum For Me (Deadly Serenade #1)

Prologue

MI want to say it’s been a while since I have gutted someone, but I would be lying. In my job as a hired assassin, it’s a given that stealth is one of the greatest attributes in my arsenal, but not right now. Every once in a while, I like to go haywire and unleash this untamed beast inside of me.

As I’m about to do now.

Because this building is old as fuck, you can hear someone shitting from three doors down.

I needed this apartment building to be empty.

One call to my man in the fire brigade and the whole building streamed out into the street.

They set up cones and engines, lights blinking.

The chief took his orders from me—a crooked favor, paid in advance.

He promised to keep his men at the perimeter until I gave him the signal.

I had an hour. It was enough. And after said hour, I would call the police, and he would work with them from the shadows. But now I’m alone inside her building.

According to my team, he must be asleep right now. Taking his afternoon nap.

I make my way into the building, and now I’m standing in front of his door. The skill of picking locks is one I learned from the age of twelve, so this is child’s play for me.

I step into his apartment, and I want to dry heave. What is this shithole? I put my briefcase down onto a table, and I go farther into the apartment, and there he is.

He didn’t even hear me come in.

I go up to his side of the nasty bed and put a gun to his head. He tries to swat away my gun, probably thinking it’s a mosquito. When he feels something hard pressing against his flesh, his eyes fly open and he puts his arms up.

“Please don’t kill me.” If this one pisses himself right now, I’m going to lose it.

“Get up, sleepy pants, it’s a beautiful day outside.”

“What the fuck?” He is confused, and I can’t blame him, but my patience is wearing thin. Usually, I would be calm, but I need to kill him for her. He gets up and walks before me to the living room. We are now standing in the middle of the room, with me walking toward my briefcase.

“Can I ask you to take one last look at this beautiful city?” I ask this piece of shit.

The sweat accumulating at the top of his head is disgusting, if I’m honest. I know it probably sounds weird that a hired assassin is sickened by something like sweat.

But I am. I move my right hand from the top of his head to the nape of his neck.

My fingers are squeezing the soft tissue, and I’m reveling in what I am about to do.

I step back and let him believe I am letting him go. The sigh of relief that leaves his mouth is almost laughable.

I am not laughing, because this monster tried to take what was mine.

“You’re letting me go?” he asks, while still staring at the city of Sarajevo before him.

“Of course. Just don’t bother her anymore, okay?” The rage that’s coursing through my veins is masked by utter calmness. I’m that angry. He turns around and sees me standing with my hands out of my pockets.

“So, I can go now?” he clarifies. Yeah, fuck this.

I can’t contain it anymore. I let out a belly laugh that can be interpreted as if something funny is happening, but it’s not.

This cretin starts laughing, nervously, with me.

He puts his hands on his hips to try to hold himself together.

He doesn’t know that his house of cards is already falling.

The strongest beam in the world can’t support him.

I’m the one who will absolutely decimate his entire being.

I turn sideways and focus on the little table beside me. I pick up the knife that was lodged into the apple he was about to eat. People have preconceived notions about little knives. They think that they don’t do much damage, but, in the hands of a trained killer, they can be deadly.

And this one will be.

I lay it back down beside the apple, then I go to the suitcase I brought with me. The black bag has one thing this asshole needs. I place it on the little table where the apple is. When I look at him, I point toward his door, and he realizes really fast why I’m here.

“I swear to God, I won’t ever harass her anymore,” the sack of shit tells me.

My fingers are hovering over the locket with the code, and it snaps open when I punch it in.

I don’t open the briefcase just yet, and instead, I turn my body to face him.

I place one hand on my hip, and the other one is near the knife now. He furrows his brow.

“What are you doing?” he snaps back at me. I fucking hate stupid people. For a stalker, he is pretty oblivious to reading the room. To his credit, he is a bad stalker.

“You believe in God, don’t you?” My question baffles him.

He nods his head. I take a breath, and when I open my eyes again, the sun is completely gone, and it’s replaced by the arrival of an early night.

Night hues replace the bright beams of sunshine.

It hits my face, and I bask in this delight.

I usually don’t like to kill people early in the evening, but here we are.

“Exodus 20:7, you shall not take the name of the Lord your God in vain, for the Lord will not hold him guiltless who takes his name in vain.” I recite the Bible verse as if I were religious. A big fucking spoiler alert, I am not.

“Why are you reciting a Bible verse?” he observes.

“Just to illustrate how much of a liar you are,” I respond.

“How the fuck am I a liar?”

“Well, you took the Lord’s name in vain. You lied, which is strongly prohibited in your religion.”

“I’m not lying! I will leave her alone, I promise.” His response leaves me shaking my head and pursing my lips. As stated before, I’m not religious, but I respect people who actually follow their religious beliefs. And not only when it suits them.

“You don’t need to convince me. Because there are absolutely no gods here.

” The smirk on my face disappears and is replaced by a thin line.

My chest is heaving, and my heart is pounding.

My body temperature has reached dangerous levels, and I can almost smell it.

Once this asshole realizes that I am not playing around, the air changes in the room.

It’s like even the dust particles have settled, the air holding its breath. You can hear every sound more clearly, and I love it. The thumping of his heartbeat is so loud that it’s echoing off the walls. The floor beneath me is holding me down. Not for long.

I grab the knife from the little table and hold it at the end.

“What are you doing?” he asks me with trepidation in his voice. I let out a chuckle, pointing the knife at him.

“Did you honestly believe that I would let you go?” He couldn’t possibly think I would do that. His eyes widen.

“Yeah, you promised me. Now give me the suitcase before I fuck you up!” he screams at me. The only way he could fuck me up is if I need to listen to his grating voice any second longer.

“I didn’t promise you shit,” I answer calmly.

“How could you say that? Dear Lord, I—”

I cut him off. “Enough!” My voice courses throughout the entire apartment. “I told you, there are no gods here. Only me. And do you know what I am?” I ask him. My fingers tighten around the knife’s handle, and I know I am doing the right thing.

The asshole shakes his head.

“I’m the devil. And my face will be the last thing you will see before you die.

” And that does it. This wise man lunges at me, but I duck and get on my knees.

Before he looks down at me, I stab him. Right in his dick.

With his little knife. A dangerous contraption in the hands of a killer, if you ask me.

I feel the blade piercing through his micro-dick.

It’s like the little knife is an extension of my hand right now, and I can feel it piercing through his rotten flesh.

And to no surprise, he has a limp dick. I feel like I’m cutting through Jell-O. Eugh.

I look at him, and a big red spot is forming around his groin area.

I get up, and he stumbles down. He is clutching the front of his pants, and now I can see the blood seeping out. Amazing, another worthless penis is gone. The world has enough of those, and I got rid of one more. Consider me a Good Samaritan.

“This fucking hurts!” he yells out.

I shake my head. “Yeah, no shit. I just sliced your useless dick. Are you always asking stupid questions?” I ask truthfully.

“You are seriously sick in the head!” I bring my fingers to my eyebrows, and I start rubbing them. He is losing consciousness because of the blood loss. Pity, I would have loved to hear him scream as I gut him.

“Before you ask me, everybody in this apartment building, and the next one, got a call that there may be a gas leak. They needed to evacuate immediately.” My response leaves nothing up to interpretation. But it does make him cry like a baby.

“Great, you are crying. That’s just what I needed.” I turn toward the briefcase. I pick it up and lower myself beside this asshole.

“You still want the briefcase?” I ask him while nodding to it.

“Fuck no!”

I push it toward him, all smiles. My demeanor is making him piss on the floor. Fucking great.

“If you don’t stop wetting the floor, I’m going to carve out your bladder.” He understands the weight of my words because his face is turning into an awkward sight. I open the briefcase and take out a contraption I haven’t used in a while.

This bitch is still holding on to his penis, his eyes are widening.

“What the fuck is that?” he asks me.

“I need you to open your mouth,” I order him.

“No.”

I don’t think I asked him. Did I? I crack my neck, and in one swift move, I hit him with the pear of anguish.

He collapses on the floor, and now I have to amend my plans.

I set the torture device beside me while I go and grab some of the ropes I saw on the way in.

This not-so-good stalker loves to work in the woods on the weekends, and for whatever he does, he needs ropes.