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The saws whir to life, drowning out the sound of anything else. The thick metallic smell of blood hangs in the air, almost overwhelming the rest of my senses. I focus on the process, not the body beneath my hands. I concentrate my attention on making clean lines, on making accurate, controlled movements. Precision always matters. That’s what Derek taught me. The blade catches for a second on a bone and I force it through, bone shards escaping everywhere. Thank God for the goggles, I think. Caleb and I could’ve done this ourselves but I’m not surprised Derek sent River to help. Let’s just say, if it was just the two of us, then nothing would get done. Besides, River’s the only person, other than Derek, that can get Caleb to listen. He’s the second-in-command for a reason. As we work, I think about my reputation at college as Caleb so nicely put it. The playboy act is just another part of the facade. No one would ever believe Nikolai Soren, the guy loved by everyone, is a murderer. No one could ever find out what we were doing. That’s why we’re all careful. By the time we finish, the body is no longer recognizable. “There. All done,” Caleb says, far too pleased, his clothes stained with blood and body matter. I rise slowly from my crouched position. My knees and thighs protest from being crouched for hours but I sigh in relief. Finally, it’s over. I don’t feel anything but relief that this little annoyance is over. Besides, Silas Varthrow is not a man to feel sorry for. He was a child trafficker. A rapist. An abuser. Thanks to him being gone, his potential victims could get a normal childhood. Maybe then, they won’t end up like me or my brothers. “Bag it. We’ll weigh it down with rocks and dump it,” River says, sweat dripping down his temple, his dark hair soaked with sweat. “Let’s make it quick. I still have a party to get to tonight,” I say, already moving. Caleb stares at me and shakes his head. “Are you serious?” I tilt my head. “Do you have a problem with what I said?” “Yes, I do. There’s something wrong with you. Mentally.” “I wasn’t the one that was officially diagnosed.” “That’s because you ran away from all your appointments.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know how you do it. Derek would have my head if I ever dared.” “That’s because he’s Derek’s favourite,” River says as he starts placing the body pieces in the bag. I lean down to help and Caleb does the same. “It isn’t my fault that Derek loves me the most. Guess I’m just that lovable.” River snorts. “Lovable, my foot. It’s because you’re the youngest. That’s why he lets you get away with so much.” Caleb purses his lips. “Which is weird because he didn’t give me the same attention before Niko came around.” I huff and roll my eyes. I was the last to join the group and Caleb never fails to remind me of how I ‘stole’ his position as the youngest. We weren’t brothers. At least not by blood. Just four boys no one wanted, bound together by circumstance and something uglier than loyalty. Let’s just say I’d been lost and Derek picking me off the streets was the best thing that happened to me. He’d been the one to train me himself, to teach me everything I know. I don’t bother to continue to argue with Caleb and River. Let them think whatever they want. I zip up the body bag after we’re done and push it aside. River grabs the bleach and starts wiping down the bag. I grab the hose to start cleaning all the blood off the floor. Caleb starts cleaning the saws with bleach. Once we’re done, we strip out of our stained clothes, rinse ourselves with water from the hose and change into the clean clothes we brought with us. We dump the clothes and gloves into a bag and put it in the trunk of Caleb’s car. They will be burned later. After, we scrub the place with bleach, put the body bag at the back of Caleb’s car and lock up the place. “You two got this right? Because I’m leaving,” I say as I head towards my car. Caleb narrows his eyes. “You’re leaving?” “I told you I have a party to attend. I still have to go home and clean up.” “But—” “You can leave, Niko,” River says, grabbing Caleb’s arm to shut him up. “We can handle the rest from here.” I give him a small wave and walk in the opposite direction to my car. As I start it up, I can hear Caleb saying as he and River walk away, “Why do you and Derek indulge him so much? He needs to learn…” I tune him out and shake my head as I reverse and pull out of the driveway. As I drive, I think about the party I’m headed to. I wonder what people at school would say if they knew who I am and what I’ve done. If they’d still want to be associated with me. This is the kind of thing that changes the way people look at you. The kind of thing that makes people look at you like you were a monster. I guess it’s a good thing I don’t mind being labeled one. For some reason, my mind drifts to the boy with the bright blue eyes who’d stared at me in school. He didn’t look at me the same way everyone else did. He looked at me like I was the villain. I laugh to myself lightly as I wait at a red light. If only he knew how right he is.He lets out a strangled cry.Disgust crawls through me the second my hand touches him, even through my gloves.I release him immediately like his skin burns.Victor turns shakily toward me.“W-Who are you?” he stammers. “Did Gerald send you?”My lips twist. “I have no idea who Gerald is.”I raise my gun slowly, leveling it at him, the silencer gleaming beneath the dim light.“But if Gerald is the grim reaper…” I tilt my head. “Then I guess you can say he sent me.”His face drains of color.“H-how much did they pay you?” he blurts, his voice reeking of desperation. “I’ll double it… No, I’ll triple it.”“I don’t need your money,” I sneer.I step closer slowly.“People like you always think you can get away with anything because you’re rich.” My voice lowers. “Like money somehow places you above consequences.”River’s voice cuts sharply through the in-ear.“Nikolai. Stop playing with him. We’re running out of time.”Victor reaches into his pocket with shaky hands and pulls out a gun.“Th
NIKOLAII start making my way off the roof.River’s voice filters through the comms. “Remember to enter through the East entrance. And Nikolai?”I step backward toward the fire escape.“Yeah?”“Do a clean job. We don’t need anything traced back to us.”I smirk coldly. “I always do.”Then I jump.My boots hit the lower fire escape with barely a sound before I descend rapidly toward the alley below.I start moving fast, focusing on disposing of as many guards as I can.One guard rounds the corner near the east entrance.He barely has time to register my presence before I grab him by the throat and slam him silently into the wall.His mouth opens in a silent scream as he falls to the ground.I check his pulse. It’s faint but still there.Good. We don’t need to leave a lot of dead bodies behind.The less messy this is, the better.“Jesus Christ,” Caleb mutters through the comms.“What?” I ask calmly as I drag the body behind a dumpster.“It’s insane how you manage to do that so casually.”
NIKOLAIAnticipation swirls through me as I watch the activity below from my spot at the edge of the rooftop where I crouch near the ledge, one gloved hand resting against the concrete.This is the part I like the most. The waiting just before the true action begins.It makes me a little giddy just thinking about it.Below me, headlights cut through the darkness.I check the time on my wristwatch. 11:08pm. He’s eight minutes past schedule but that’s fine.The most important thing is that he’s here.Two black SUVs roll toward the warehouse entrance before coming to a stop.I watch calmly as a man steps out of the front seat and opens the back door of one of the SUVs.Victor Hale steps out in an expensive charcoal suit, one hand adjusting the cufflinks as he walks toward the warehouse confidently.Disgust swirls through me.I can’t stand men like him. Men that look polished on the outside while hiding rot underneath their skin.“Target just entered the building,” I murmur into the in-ea
JULIAN Nikolai hesitates as he watches me. He must see something in my expression because he adds, “It’s not that bad. You don’t have to feel sorry for me. At least, I know a little about my heritage.” “Heritage?” “Yeah. I’m Russian. Or partly, at least. My mother is Russian while my father is American.” I snap my fingers. “I knew it. Or at least I suspected. Because of your name.” I lean across the table. “So can you speak Russian?” “No.” I deflate a little at that. He raises an eyebrow, noticing my reaction. “You look weirdly disappointed.” “Well, yeah. How come you don’t speak Russian?” “Because it’s a language I don’t give a fuck about,” he says, his voice tight. “Why should I care to learn a language spoken by someone who didn’t stay long enough to teach me?” For the first time since he’s started talking about this, he finally shows a reaction, a muscle ticking in his jaw. But just as fast as it comes, he exhales and his expression evens out again. “Forget about tha
JULIAN A few minutes later, the boat slows to a stop near the middle of the lake. Everything around us is quiet except for the gentle sound of water. I frown. “Why are we stopping?” A thought hits me and I gasp. “Wait, did the engine die? Are we stuck?!” “Relax,” Nikolai says immediately. “I stopped it myself. Fuck, I had no idea you were this melodramatic.” “What am I supposed to think when the boat stops in the middle of the ocean?” “You’re supposed to trust me.” He holds out a hand. “Come on.” I take it without thinking. “Where are we going?” “The upper deck.” I didn’t think it was possible but the upper deck is even more beautiful than anything I’ve seen so far. A small table is set near the railing, understated but expensive in the way everything about this boat is. Dark plates sit neatly on a crisp linen, silverware catching the soft glow of the lights. Two crystal glasses rest near the center beside a chilled bottle tucked into a silver ice bucket, condensation slidin
JULIAN With that, he swerves the car into a dirt path off the road. It’s at that moment that I really begin to wonder if he really means to kill me in the woods after all, despite what he says. But then, a few minutes later, he slows down in front of a gated entrance. The gates slide open automatically the second the headlights hit them, revealing a narrow road that curves toward the water. The dock comes into view gradually. Soft golden lights line the wooden walkway, reflecting against the dark surface of the ocean below in broken streaks of gold and silver, the water moving lazily against the posts beneath the dock. A yacht sits near the far end of the private dock, sleek and looking impossibly polished and expensive beneath the lights. I turn to Nikolai as he parks the car and cuts off the engine. I barely contain my excitement when I say, “Are we going to ride that?” “Obviously. Why else would I bring you here?” With that, he opens the car door and gets out. I seethe
JULIANHe walks across the room like he owns it. Like everything around him bends to his will.People move out of his way wordlessly as he passes, as if under a spell, creating a space for him to walk freely.His eyes flick over my face as he approaches, slow and assessing, like he’s cataloguing so
JULIANI hate going to parties. Always have, ever since I was a kid.Maybe it’s the noise, or it’s the being around people, or maybe it’s the forced social interaction.Whatever it is, I do my best to avoid parties.But one thing I can’t do is say no to Theo.Which is how I find myself in Rose Cla
NIKOLAII wrinkle my nose as I drag the body across the basement floor and onto the middle of the large nylon.Sweat rolls down my face, dripping onto the floor and my muscles strain from the effort.“I could use a little help here, Caleb,” I mutter to my annoying brother as he stands there and wat
JULIANI didn’t know love could ruin everything I cared about.Which is funny to me because I grew up never knowing the true meaning of love.To me, it was just a word I heard everywhere, a word people used freely but I never understood.No one ever used it for me and I never thought to use it for







