Chapter 17
MI wish I could look at Lana right now, but I have to take out a vile politician.
After Hana sent me all the details of this asshole’s whereabouts and daily schedule, I started preparing myself.
Assassinating someone isn’t something to take lightly, and you need to come prepared.
I have always prided myself on meticulous planning.
Hana found out that Edo is having a small get-together with very shady investors at his residence which nobody knows about, but we do, of course. She also saw that the dirty politician had hired a caterer who did parties like these.
My brilliant cousin hacked into the caterer’s database and made it seem like Edo had canceled the service, but he didn’t know that. He still thinks that an established caterer is coming. The only dish I’m going to serve him is a plate of justice.
I park my van a couple of hundred meters away from this asshole’s residence, and I check myself in the mirror.
“Are you good, cousin?” I hear Hana asking me through my earpiece.
“I am, Hana. Now, is Adam in position?” I made sure that Adam is on the lookout to snipe out any cunt that tries to leave.
“He is. Sara is going to watch through the camera which is clipped to your apron and the one on Adam’s shoulder.” We have devised a plan where I’m the caterer, Sara is my eyes, Hana is my ears, and Adam watches my back.
“Okay, I’m going in.”
“Good luck, M.”
I drive up to the residence, and it’s fucking huge, a secluded villa forty kilometers outside of Sarajevo. My fingers press the call button.
“Who is this?” someone with a deep voice answers.
“Discreet Dining here for Mr. Kopic.”
“Proceed until the main residence. Our security guard will let you into the residence.”
“Thank you.” The gates open, and I drive up to the primary residence. I park my van and wait for the security guard to come out. A big, burly man walks up to me while he is holding an assault rifle.
Amateur.
“Discreet Dining?” No shit, Sherlock.
“Yes. Where do I bring the food?” I ask him.
“Inside, I’ll show you where. And don’t take all fucking day, the minister is hungry.” Like I could give two fucking shits. I nod at the soon-to-be-dead wannabe hit man and go to the back of my van to unload the food.
I really did bring food—good food, might I add.
The snow is falling heavily, so I’m wearing boots, black pants, and a winter coat. Underneath, I have a basic server outfit and an apron.
It takes me about three rounds to unload things, and every time my boots hit the snow, I can feel it.
The anticipation.
“How many fucking boxes do you have?” the wannabe asks me.
“Just one more left.”
“Hurry the fuck up.”
“My apologies.” For the last time, I walk up to my van and get the final box.
“The guard will examine every single box. Make sure he doesn’t look inside the last one.” I hear Hana say through my earpiece. In the last box I’m carrying, I have two throwing knives and my gun with a silencer.
“Adam has looked around the perimeter, and from what he can tell, there are two more guards inside the main dining room where they are discussing things.” I can’t talk to Hana because the wannabe hit man is staring at me like I might disappear if he looks away for even one millisecond.
“M, you need to take this motherfucker out and give him no mercy. The things they are doing are fucked up. You’ll see.” Hana is rarely grossed or weirded out, so this is a rare occurrence, her being mad at what’s going on in that dining room.
Don’t let it be too bad, as I want to avoid a bloodbath, I tell myself.
I carry the last box inside, and once I’m in, the guard closes the main door.
“I have put the other boxes away in the kitchen. Carry this one yourself, and I’ll check it there.” I nod at him. I follow him to the kitchen, and as I’m walking, I check my surroundings. In one corner of the main hall, I spot a camera.
“Don’t worry, I hacked into their security system.” Hana is that girl. Usually, I wouldn’t have her on a big job like this because she still isn’t working full-time for me yet, but I needed the best of the best for this one.
I nod at the camera and grin.
Once the guard and I walk into the kitchen, I can hear Adam talking to me.
“Hana connected me to your earpiece.” The best of the best. “The other two guards are in the dining room; no other guards are spotted. Once you take out the one on your ass, proceed to the killing area where I’ll snipe out the other two.”
I take off my jacket and place it over a chair.
“Nice and easy, I can see everything now.” That means Hana is now looking through the camera on my apron.
I’m unloading boxes of food, and I made this food extra delicious for a reason. I need the wannabe guard to take the bait to look at the food, while his back is to me.
I move to the other side of the kitchen, where I’m close to my killer box.
“You made this food yourself?” the guard asks as he takes the strap of his assault rifle and slings it over his shoulder.
“Yes, sir. The recipes are passed down from generation to generation.”
“Impressive.” I look over my shoulder and see that the plan is working. His back is turned to me. I unbox my special box, take out my gun with a silencer, and turn to him.
“So, what are you going to serve first?” he asks as he is turning around.
“Death.” Before he can grab onto his rifle, I shoot right between his eyes. He promptly falls onto the ground, and I take tentative steps toward the room full of assholes, but first, I pick up two throwing knives from the box and tuck them in my apron.
While I’m walking, I check my surroundings. I don’t spot any cameras, which is pretty stupid for a politician.
“One guard is standing a few feet behind Edo, while the other one is observing the room from the big window on your right side,” Adam says through my earpiece.
“Take the one behind Edo out. Once I say dinner is about to be served, you shoot him.”
“Understood. Over.”
Every step forward heightens the laughter emanating from the dining room. I stand behind the door and listen to what they are saying.
“We are going to fuck them over.”
“Fuck the Minister of Foreign Affairs. I’ll have his balls in a blender.”
“Sweetheart, stroke my hair.” What the actual fuck? This shit can’t be good.
“By the end of the month, no one will doubt me ever again.” That’s Edo’s voice—the voice of a man who is corrupt down to his bones.
Show-fucking-time.
I open the door and take in the brutal scene. In the dining room with red walls and one table in the middle with the three cunts around it, there are scared-looking women standing beside them. They are wearing almost nothing, and I can feel their fear all the way over here.
My eyes take a quick scan of the guards, and, as Adam said, they are in their respective places.
Three large politicians.
Two guards.
One deranged assassin.
When I fully step into the room, I put my hands behind my back to seem like a dutiful server. All of their smug faces turn toward me.
“Why are you standing there?” one of the overweight politicians says.
“My apologies, I’m Denis. Your server for the evening.” My tone is all professional. They are looking at me with a bored expression, like my mere existence is offending them.
“Gentlemen, not to keep you waiting, dinner is about to be served.” Once my words leave my mouth, everything changes in a split second, and chaos erupts.
One bullet flies through the left side of the skull and out through the right side of the guard standing behind Edo.
The women start to scream, and the guard near the window goes to grab his rifle, but I stop him.
I shoot him in his knee, and he crumples to the ground. Screaming in agonizing pain. While I’m running toward him, Adam takes out the dinner companions of Edo.
Once I’m standing before the guard and kneel beside him, I take one knife from my apron and slice his throat. Blood is seeping in an instant, coating his hand while he tries to close the wound. The metallic scent of blood fills the room.
I stand up and turn around to see that Edo is standing behind one of the women.
My teeth are biting my lower lip as I am wiping the guard’s blood off my apron.
“Edo, leave the poor woman alone and sit down.”
“Who the fuck are you? And why would I talk to you?” The tremor in his tone tells me he is afraid.
“I’m a man not to be trifled with. Sit. The. Fuck. Down.” My tone is as cold as the snowflakes falling outside. He straightens himself as much as his fear will allow him, and he takes a seat in one of the chairs.
“Ladies, leave the room and wait outside. Someone will pick you up momentarily and take care of you.” The rule of thumb—any innocent outsiders need to be taken care of. They didn’t ask to be caught in the crossfire.
“Notify Oliver and Josh to come pick the women up and initiate save innocence.”
“Copy that, M,” Hana promises me. The women leave in a hurry, and their cries only strengthens my need to kill this asshole. Once they are gone, I take a seat opposite Edo and cross my legs.
“Who sent you?” he asks as he is gripping the chair tightly while his eyes are filling up with tears.
“I’m the one asking the questions. First question, what project did you authorize to embezzle the money?”
“You can’t possibly think I’m going to name the proj—” He doesn’t even have time to finish his sentence because I shoot him in his kneecaps.
“You were saying?” I ask.
“I’ll have your head for this!” I yawn because he is being absurd. But I’m also growing impatient.
“If you evade my questions one more time, I’ll make sure that your death is prolonged.” That shuts him up, and I can see droplets of sweat gliding down his face.
“Answer my question, Edo. What project did you authorize?”
“Infrastructure grant, road rehabilitation.”
“And where did the funds land?”
“The Sar-ways Foundation.” Now I have him. My lips are forming into a sinister smile, and I talk to Hana through my earpiece without taking my eyes off of Edo.
“Send in the cleaning crew.” She confirms that the cleaning crew is on its way. Edo swallows his own saliva, loud in the quiet room.
“Who? What? What are they going to clean?”
“You.” With clinical precision, I shoot him in his heart, and after a couple of moments, he dies. I go over to him and check his pulse.
I straighten myself and walk out of the villa, and am greeted by Oliver and Josh.
“We have their names and will take care of the rest. Are you going to wait on the cleaning crew?” Josh asks as he closes the back door of his van.
“I will. Talk to you soon.” He nods at me and leaves.
***
After the cleaning crew arrived, I called the Minister of Foreign Affairs and told him the job was done and that I had the information he needed.
He also asked me what would happen with the body of Edo.
I assured him that all is taken care of and that the news outlets will get the memo that he died of a heart attack.
One of my cleaners will bring him to the hospital, and afterward, the coroner will put it in his report that he died of natural causes.
I have this whole city in my pocket, and everybody does what I tell them to do—even faking a coroner’s report.
After our call ended, I felt satisfied. Another job well fucking done, and killing that dirty politician calmed me. It also gave me motivation to make this world safer for Lana.
Before I go to bed, I check the monitors in Lana’s apartment. She is eating another lousy dinner, and I make it my mission to give her the best date ever.
She deserves everything good in the world.