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.