Chapter Five

Kyle.

I decided to look into the man I was about to teach a lesson to tonight. When I said I was furious after discovering what he’d done, I meant it. If you could put a word to what I felt after going through his records and the accounts of things he had done that had been swept under the rug, I wouldn’t have hesitated to use it.

Richardson Morrison, 63 years old, male, 5’7”, with a bald head and glaring gold teeth. That’s the information about the man I was going to kill—no, scratch that, warn tonight.

I put on my black gloves, ensured I had everything I needed in the bag beside me, then picked it up and walked out of my house. I headed into the garage and chose my motorcycle for today’s mission; it would be fast and efficient for what I was about to do.

This wouldn’t be my first attempt to kill someone, and I was sure it wouldn’t be the last. Each action I took had its own reason behind it. I turned on the motorcycle and drove out of the garage.

The air was cold and still damp from the rain that had fallen earlier, but that didn’t stop me from venturing out. Nights like this were perfect for killing or even roughing someone up a bit. I couldn’t wait to get this job done. It would be quick; I knew it would be, even though this man held a high position. But being powerful didn’t exempt someone from basic etiquette; just because you have wealth doesn’t mean you should treat others poorly.

After researching him like I do with all of my targets, I found out Hannah wasn’t the only woman he had molested or attempted to molest—on the roadside, at hotels, or even in his office. There were a list of other women who had made claims against him, but with his powerful lawyers, he managed to silence them. Those women lived their lives in darkness and trauma, but that was going to end tonight. I guaranteed he wouldn’t dare touch another woman after what I had planned for him.

I parked my motorcycle outside the restaurant where Richardson was dining and removed my helmet. It didn’t take long for me to notice the four men in suits patrolling the area outside the restaurant. But those bastards wouldn’t stop me.

I waited outside for Richardson. If I wanted to be stealthy, there was no way I was going into that restaurant, where too many people would make it difficult to deal with him. I kept checking the surveillance camera on my phone; it wasn’t hard to connect the restaurant’s cameras to my device. Richardson was still at the table having dinner with his latest girlfriend. My teeth ground together as I waited. He was taking way too long, and I hated waiting.

Thankfully, two hours later, he stepped out of the restaurant looking pleased, with a lady in his arm. Looking at her, I wouldn’t be surprised if she wasn’t even twenty; the bastard.

I patiently watched as they walked to his car, with his security trailing behind. Once they got in and drove off, I started my motorcycle and followed. I pictured how I wanted to hurt this monster, and the adrenaline coursed through my veins. I drove slowly behind them at first, making it difficult for his guards to realize I was tailing them.

I maintained this distance for about a minute before giving up on the plan when they took a turn. Fortunately, the road was quiet and less busy—just what I needed. I sped up my motorcycle and within seconds was riding in front of their car. I pushed forward slightly before reversing rapidly, forcing the car to come to a screeching stop.

Perfect.

I remained seated on my motorcycle, waiting for them to step out. They would have to do that. Five. Four. Three… I lost count as I watched the front door open, and one of his guards stepped out. He paused for a moment, staring at me, before approaching. Hannah's order echoed in my mind, “Just teach him a lesson.” But there was no way I could teach him anything with these people in my way. I didn’t take my eyes off the guard as he came closer until he stood directly in front of me.

I could see him clearly because of my headlight, but I bet he couldn’t see me well.

“Get out of the road,” he barked, inching closer, but I made no attempt to move. If he wanted me out of the way, he’d have to do it himself.

“What the hell is your problem, kid? Get out of the road if you don’t want any trouble.” I remained seated, and it didn’t take long for him to snap into action.

I saw the glint of a silver object before he pulled it out of the little bag beside him. I scoffed.

“Now, are you going to drive your little motorcycle away, or do you want me to do that for you?” he demanded, but I remained silent. I wasn’t in the mood to converse with someone I might end up killing or knocking out.

“Alright, have it your way,” he said, charging at me with the blade raised.

I swung my leg over the motorcycle, and before I knew it, I was on my feet. I grabbed the wrist of the idiot wielding the blade, who thought it would be so easy to take me out, and wrenched it down and across, pulling him off balance. For a huge guy, it was surprisingly easy to do that. I swung my right leg, and my boot connected with his knee. It buckled with a wet pop, causing him to scream, but that was all he could manage before I wrapped my arms around his neck and took him out. He dropped like a piece of paper onto the ground. Pathetic.

I stepped away from him, rolling my neck from side to side as I waited for the other three to come out. I could end this quickly, grab the gun staring me in the face, and shoot every one of these bastards, but no—I wanted to fight.

I craved the thrill and adrenaline of having someone take me on. The door of the second car opened, and three more guards stepped out. This time, they didn’t bother trying to talk to me; they all attacked at once, but I was ready. I blocked every hit, taking them down one by one until I was left with just one man standing.

He let out a loud groan as I bent his right hand backward, and with one swift strike to the side of his neck, he went limp in my grip. I let his body drop to the ground without a second thought and walked over to the car, where the bastard was still slumped inside. I yanked the door open and winced when I was met with the scream of a woman.

Fucking hell!

“I’m not going to kill you,” I said, looking at the lady who seemed too young for a scumbag like this guy. But even with my reassurance, it didn’t stop her from screaming at the top of her lungs.

“Wh-what do you want?” My eyes shifted to the asshole, who looked like he had only moments before passing out. “I will give you anything. Is it money, cars, or houses you want? Just tell me the amount, and I’ll send it to you this instant.” He babbled, and I let out a laugh.

Of course, men like him think they can solve every problem with money.

I grabbed his leg, earning another scream from the lady, and pulled him toward me.

“Please, I-I will give you anything…” The words barely left his mouth before my fist connected with his jaw.

“Shut the fuck up,” I growled. I dragged him out of the first car and pushed him into the second one.

“Not a single word from you,” I warned, watching as he nodded in compliance.

I eyed him one last time before heading back to the first car, where the lady was still trembling and crying.

“You didn’t see or hear anything,” I began, and all she could do was blink at me with wide eyes. “Is that clear?” She bobbed her head up and down, her whole body shaking.

But that wouldn’t do; I needed to hear her say it.

“Say it,” I demanded.

“I—I didn’t hear… see… anything.” I nodded once.

“Do you know how to drive?” I asked, and once again, she shook her head, but under my gaze, she mumbled a little “no.”

Great!

I dipped my hand into my pocket and pulled out wads of cash. Without counting, I dropped it into her hand. “Here, get yourself out of here.” She held the money with trembling hands and stepped out of the car while watching me with wary eyes.

I’m not going to hurt you, I wanted to say, but stopped myself.

She started walking slowly at first, but once she realized I wasn’t going to harm her, she increased her speed.

“Wait,” I called out, surprising both myself and her.

She stopped and slowly turned around, staring at me like I was about to kill her.

“There are plenty of young men out there who would cherish you for who you are. You won’t find that with men like this.” They will use you and discard you as soon as they get what they want.

I didn’t have to say it for her to understand. With a nod, she turned around and left. I didn't move from my spot until she was out of sight.

Now, it was time to teach that bastard a lesson. I walked toward the car and wasn’t shocked to find it empty. I knew the idiot would try to run away, but what he didn’t realize was that no one escapes from me.