Chapter 16
16
I felt her eyes on my back as I left our bed and headed into the bathroom. She’d been too tired to interrogate me or do anything else when we returned home from the party last night, but she seemed bright and alert this morning. I was sure she was going to let me have it…and she did.
“How’d you meet the mayor?” she yelled from the bed.
Standing at the toilet, I smiled. “Uh…through business.”
“She was a client?” Her voice was low now, conspiratorial.
“You know I can’t tell you that, King.”
“And you handled it yourself,” she correctly surmised.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said as I flushed and moved to the sink. Returning to the bedroom, I approached the bed, reaching for her foot and pulling her to the end of it.
“Now, who was the target?” she mused as I opened her legs and dropped to my knees. “Who—wait, her husband was killed in a robbery. Her whole campaign was centered around being tough on crime because of his death. You killed—ohhhhh, shit!”
I had a mouth full of her pussy at that moment and was torturing her clit with my tongue.
“You…are…so…evilllll!” she wailed.
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed as I ate the shit out of her pussy.
I was so ready for this, probably a little too ready if I was being honest with myself. More than anything, I needed to be away from Bo for a while to clear my head. Otherwise, I might’ve started believing we could really be us again, and that was downright ridiculous. He and I being a legitimate couple was actual insanity. So was this trip I was taking to Mexico. The route Jerryn had planned was tiring and more than a little stressful, but I trusted it would keep me off the grid and anyone’s radar. I needed to get this job done and done right. If anyone deserved to be eliminated, this motherfucker did.
After driving for hours, I was now in a secret compartment of a semi, traveling from Arizona to Mexico. Apparently, the driver owed Jerryn a favor. Someone always owed Jerryn a favor. While I’d spent all my working life ridding the earth of scum, Jerryn had started out rescuing people, liberating cult members and abuse victims—you name it. He couldn’t seem to rescue his wife, though. I could relate since I couldn’t rescue my own damn self from Bo.
As if I’d conjured up my employee, his voice filled my ear. “You guys are coming up on a checkpoint.” He was tracking our movements via GPS and some other tech shit.
I didn’t answer, but he knew I could hear him. At that point, he probably could hear my heart racing through the little recording device I wore.
I felt the truck slow to a stop and closed my eyes as I sat in the cramped space. I couldn’t wait to get to my accommodations for this trip. I needed to stretch out.
Involuntarily holding my breath, I listened as the rear doors groaned open. Unshuttering my eyes, I focused on the walls around me. The small space I occupied was directly behind the sleeper cab and almost imperceptible. That is, if you weren’t looking for it. They shouldn’t have cared about checking too closely unless they knew to check closely. I hoped they didn’t know to. I also hoped the driver was as trustworthy as Jerryn believed him to be.
Shit, shit, shit!
I needed to calm down before one of those dizzy spells hit me and I passed out or something. Jerryn would never put me in danger. Plus, I wasn’t getting locked up either way. I’d kill whoever I had to before I let that happen.
Thankfully, I heard the doors shut, and a minute or so later, the truck was moving again.
Senator Murray had been representing the people of Texas for eight years. Murray was adored by fellow party members despite polarizing views and a staunch belief that immigrants should be imprisoned right alongside anyone who believed there should be exceptions to strict abortion laws. All this despite having that home in Mexico and ties to human trafficking. The anti-choice rhetoric that was the foundation of the senator’s election and re-election campaigns? A fucking joke. If anyone was undercover pro-choice, it was definitely Senator BJ Murray.
Fucking hypocrite.
The senator’s property in rural Mexico was located on a huge plot of land and accessed by a dirt road. It was beautiful and sprawling with trees and mountains as its backdrop. The rental car Jerryn secured for me under a fake name was several miles away, as I had switched from it to a bus, a damn motorbike, and finally, my two feet, to get from the tiny apartment I was staying in to the senator’s property, arriving at around two in the morning. Jerryn was also in Mexico, and although I couldn’t see him, I knew his eyes were on me. He literally had my back.
Now, I was on my haunches in a mango grove a few feet away from the house, eyeing my surroundings, my A.R. in hand. The client advised that the senator awoke early every morning to pick fresh mangos for breakfast.
How quaint.
I waited, the sounds of the night my only company, the air clear, and my concentration acute. The waiting never bothered me. On the contrary, it excited me. While anticipating an elimination, I felt more alive than ever. Alive, alert…predatory. I only hoped some wild animal didn’t pop up and I’d have to kill it. I didn’t like killing innocent animals.
Around the ungodly hour of 4:00 AM, a light popped on in the house, joining that which was provided by the waxing gibbous moon. I smiled, lifting the rifle as I remained in the shadows of the trees. When I heard a door open and shut, I started feeling something akin to giddiness. Then, a silhouette began to move from the house toward the grove, footsteps sounding against the loose dirt of a path. I didn’t move. I didn’t flinch. I didn’t breathe until the subject was just approaching the perimeter of the grove, and then…pop! I hit her right in the middle of her forehead. Just like that, Senator Bonnie Jean Murray was gone.
I stayed in position, my eyes glued to her lifeless body because I heard…something. I wasn’t sure what it was. An animal? Lifting my eyes from the senator, I saw another silhouette in front of the house, a small one.
A child.
Shit.
Fuck!
I knew they couldn’t see me dressed in all black to blend in with what remained of the darkness, but what if they came to the grove? They couldn’t have heard the silenced shot, but maybe they heard her body drop. What if they discovered the senator’s corpse prior to my escape?
Before I could decide what to do, a hand covered my mouth, another yanked me to my feet, and I was being dragged away.