Chapter 14
Quill
“Ray motherfucking Campbell!”
I kick down the door of the abandoned warehouse on the other side of town.
It’s surprisingly hard to tear myself away from Piper at any given moment of the day. It’s surprisingly easy to do so when I have my first conscious murder to look forward to.
Ray’s car is parked right outside the warehouse. I know he’s not the brightest person out there, but his pure stupidity still manages to surprise me. Isn’t he supposed to at least be trying to hide from me?
I snort as I slip inside the building. It’s crazy to think how absolutely terrified Al Campbell and his family are of a high school senior.
Campbell is one of the higher-ups of the lowest strata at Devil—the soldiers being at the very bottom.
And yet, he’s helpless to do a thing but cart off his son to some abandoned building on the outskirts of Astley, hoping the psychopath his son has angered won’t find him there.
But I don’t hunt for fun. I hunt to kill, and Ray is at the very top of my list.
Well, maybe I do hunt for fun. Just a little bit.
Because I definitely gave him a big advantage by yelling out his name like that, for the sole purpose of dragging out what would otherwise be a quick, boring kill.
I enter the warehouse, cocking my gun. I cross a very large empty space, the creaky, dusty floor coated in a thick layer of dirt and rusty nails.
Dane had the place mapped out carefully, so I know there are a few small rooms on the other side of the building.
I walk over leisurely, calling out Ray’s name.
“Ray! Ready to die, fucker? No use hiding from me! I’m going to motherfucking end you!”
Dane is used to my psychotic fixations, and while this is the first time I’m actually acting on them, he didn’t seem half-fazed when I asked him to help out with the surveillance.
Sometimes, I feel thankful to have him and Liam as friends.
There aren’t all that many people I can trust apart from them.
“Ray! Coming to get you!”
By now, I’ve opened every single door to every single room except the last one, and I take my time getting there, knowing I’ll find Ray behind it.
“Found you, fucker!” I call out in a singsong voice, opening the door. “I’m about to—oh, fuck. Fuck!”
My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets as they take in the very dead body of Ray Campbell.
Well, I assume it’s Ray. He’s lying on the ground, his face absolutely destroyed, and I count no fewer than six bullet wounds riddling his body.
“What… the… fuck,” I gasp.
Someone got to Ray before I did. Someone yanked my vengeance right from my hands. What the absolute fuck?
He was going to be my first kill. My first real motherfucking kill!
I’m furious, so insanely pissed that someone got to Ray first that all I can do is stand there, fisting my hands at my side. My emotions are so overwhelming that I can barely manage to deal with them, and I never even think to look around the room.
So the cold, metallic barrel of a gun against my temple startles me. But what really makes me jump is the equally cold, clear voice of the person holding it.
“Quill Nelson. Ready to die?”
Okay, what the fuck. Cass Henley?