Chapter Six

Adriano.

The drive to my target's house was long, but for the love of what was to come, I pressed on. The cab pulled up in an almost empty alley and parked in front of what appeared to be an old supermarket building that had been out of use. It was a three-story structure with few hiding spots, but with the help of the file sent to me, I already knew where my target was.

I paid the cab driver as I stepped out, burying my hands in my jacket while I took a quick look around the environment. There were a few houses nearby, and I bet their occupants wouldn’t dare call the police if they heard a shot or two.

But a dozen shots? They’d definitely call.

Based on my calculations, the cops would arrive in exactly two minutes if called, so if I was going to use a gun on him, I had to work fast.

Fortunately, I wasn’t using a gun.

I reached into my right pocket and pulled out a cigar and a lighter, lighting it up. I took a long drag as I looked up at the building one last time before walking toward it.

It’s showtime.

I took my time climbing the stairs, slowly but surely. The clock was almost at seven, but I figured I could get this done before it struck a minute past. It didn’t take long for me to locate the room my target was in. The door was locked, and from outside, I could hear the sounds of moaning and groaning from a male voice, followed by hushed tones. My nose flared up in disgust at the thought of walking in on him fucking someone.

I held the cigar between my lips as I pushed my jacket aside to retrieve my blades. Guns might do the job quickly, but where's the fun in that? There’s no pleasure in giving bad guys a quick death; they deserve to be tortured.

I swirled the blades in my hands as I stepped back and kicked the door open with force. Looking around the room, I couldn’t hide my disgust at how messy and filthy it was—let’s not forget the awful smell. Aside from the gaming chair the bastard was sitting on and the laptop in front of him, there was nothing else in the room.

Empty food wrappers and takeout containers littered the entire space. After taking note of the scene, my gaze finally landed on him.

He had paused whatever he was doing before I entered, his hand wrapped around his cock, and the moans I had heard earlier were coming from his laptop. The idiot was watching other people have sex; I bet they were among his many victims.

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality, letting go of his member as he got up from the chair and hurriedly buckled his pants. “Who… who are you?” he stammered.

I smirked, playing with the blade in my hand. “I see no reason to give you my name when you’ll be dead soon.” His eyes widened, and he stumbled back, kicking a can of soda.

“You don’t know who I am. I swear I’ll kill you if you take another step,” he snarled, moving away while frantically looking around as if searching for something.

I kept my focus on him, waiting for him to either flee or attack. I never strike first; that would ruin my fun. I wanted him to think he could handle me, that he had the upper hand because I was armed with blades. But the most thrilling part of this was watching the life leave their eyes as they died.

“What do you want from me?” he asked again, retreating further. But before I could respond, he dashed toward an empty basket at the end of the room and quickly retrieved something from it.

A gun. I scoffed.

I didn’t move; I just stared at him.

“I will shoot you if you take another step,” he threatened, but the tremble in his voice and the quaking of his body revealed his fear. Even with a gun in hand, he was scared.

Spineless swine.

I looked at him, remembering the information I had about him. I wasn’t killing him out of a desire for violence or because I enjoyed spilling blood. There’s a significant difference between spilling blood and ending the life of someone who thinks touching women without their consent is a thrill.

His hands trembled around the gun, and before he could say another word, I rushed forward and stood directly in front of him.

His eyes widened in shock, as if he couldn't believe I was so close, but his questions would soon be answered with my fist.

He let out a groan as the first blow landed. Fuck, I needed this.

“What the fuck do you want?” He yelled as he landed on the floor, clutching his already bleeding mouth.

"I... I didn't do anything to you," he cried out, but I had had enough of his voice.

I knelt beside him, watching in fascination as the pathetic man tried to lift his gun to shoot me. I knocked the gun away and delivered blow after blow to his face. He attempted to fight back, but he was weak; only weak men prey on young girls and force them into doing things they didn’t want to do.

"You know why I’m killing you," I said, and it wasn’t a question.

He knew why I was here. He understood he had offended someone with more power.

The bastard shook his head. "I really do not know," he wheezed, spitting out a mouthful of blood, which made me grimace.

"I haven’t done anything—" His words were met with another punch.

"Tell me."

"I swear... I won’t do it again. I swear! Please, just let me go," he begged, like the spineless coward that he was.

"Please, I’ll give you whatever you want." His words made me pause, and the glint in his eyes almost made me smile.

He must have thought his words were getting to me, but that wasn’t the case. The one thing I hated even more than begging for your life was when someone tried to bargain with me. That sealed their fate faster than anything.

"Name your price. I have enough money to pay you, in fact, I can double your payment," he said, his confidence a desperate attempt to change my mind.

Enough playing.

I drew my blade, cutting off whatever he was going to say.

"Please," he begged, his red, teary eyes staring at me as if he wanted me to let him go.

"The girls must have begged this way too, right?" I asked after a moment.

He jumped as I ran the blade down his cheek to his chest, stopping just above his beating heart.

"Please…" he whimpered, his whole body shaking, wetting the ground in fear.

The stench of the room mixed with his urine rushing toward me made me recoil in disgust. Fucker! I closed my eyes and took a deep breath; there’s no need to prolong this any longer.

"You—" I stopped speaking when I suddenly found the space before me empty and it didn't take long to realize his gun was gone too.

Fuck! The bastard knows better than to run from me; they should all know this. They wouldn’t be able to escape for long.

I exhaled sharply as I stepped out of the room, following the trail of blood and urine on the floor. I stepped outside but paused when I took in the situation. My target wasn’t running or hiding from me like I’d thought he would. Instead, he was holding a gun to someone's head.

"I’m... I’m going to shoot her if you take a step forward!" the idiot yelled as I stepped out of the building with my hands in my pockets.

I paused, looking at the girl, then slowly at the gun pressed against her head, and let out a scoff before stopping about ten feet away from them.

"I... I really mean it. I... will shoot her if you take another step!" He threatened again without making a move. His eyes darted around frantically as more blood flowed from his split eyebrow.

He wouldn’t do it.

My eyes landed on the girl in his grip, who remained still as she looked at me. Her eyes gleamed beautifully in the light, but there was something else that drew me to them. She didn’t look intimidated as I stared at her and that was…..fascinating.

Our gazes remained locked as I pulled my hand from my pocket, pulled my cigar from my lips, and took a drag. Slowly, I exhaled the white smoke, smirking as I took a step forward.

"I... I mean it!"

The bastard gripped her tighter as he stepped backward, and I smirked. He wouldn’t be able to run unless he pulled that trigger, but I didn’t see that happening anytime soon. I could feel the girl’s eyes on me, so I glanced at her, hoping to see her squirming, but found the opposite. She glared at me as if this were my fault… interesting.

"Do it," I said, already bored. I took another drag from my cigarette as I watched her eyes snap up to mine.

I still couldn’t see it.

There wasn’t a hint of fear in her eyes; she wasn’t acting like someone with a gun to her head. She looked too… calm.

The bastard halted his threats, staring at me with his mouth agape. "You… you don’t mean that," he stuttered.

I shrugged. "You want to kill her; that’s fine. Go ahead and pull the trigger," I said, taking another step forward.

"I... I…" My eyes landed on her green ones.

"Duck," I said softly, hoping she heard me.

Thankfully, she did. The idiot was still trying to bargain with me when I released my blade, sending it flying toward him and hitting him between the eyes. I waited for screams or cries from the girl when the body dropped to the floor, but nothing came.

Without saying anything or acknowledging the girl, I walked over to the dead body and pulled my blade out of his head, grimacing as blood splattered onto my jacket.

Fuck!

I wiped my blade clean on the bastard’s shirt and stood up, ready to leave since my job was done.

"You fucking bastard!" the girl screamed behind me, causing me to pause.