Chapter 49

Moving closer to the newer model, a black military-style Jeep parallel to the road, sliding the safety off.

I can already tell no one is in the car.

The infrared in my goggles shows no heat registers.

Stealthily moving, approach just in case it’s some sort of trap. A lure to get me away from the cabin.

The blacked-out windows are professionally done.

My leather tactical gloves come into contact with the glass.

Bulletproof. Fucker has money. Tires are Four Wheel Drive.

New. I efficiently use the thin hinged strip of metal I keep in my holster to break in.

Inside, there are no apparent signs of weaponry.

The perfume is intense, like amber. There is lip gloss and a cup holder.

An open bottle of water has a mouthpiece stained with bright red lipstick.

El Jefe has enough people on his roster, including female assassins.

I reach under the wheel and cut the engine wires, in case they come back to the car.

They won’t be leaving any time soon.

I want time to play. It’s going to be delicious. It’s been hours since I last killed, and this one will be even more fun.

My prey came to me. A gift.

Adjusting my mask, grip the handle of my knife harder, anticipation and lust rushing through my veins, settling in my semi-hard cock. They have no idea what kind of predator they just unleashed.

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