KELVIN'S POV I sit in the back booth gulping my third whiskey, Derek was getting late. He is always late, just Likes to make people wait. Likes the power it gives him.Nonsense I hate him. Hate his cold eyes. Hate the way he talks about killing like discussing the weather. Hate that my father trusts him more than he trusts me.But I need him I need someone who can do what I cannot. Someone who does not hesitate. Does not feel guilt. Does not lie awake at night seeing the faces of people they killed.Creak The door opens as Derek walks in. Moves like a predator. His Eyes began to scan the room. Assessing. Cataloging threats. Finding exits.Always the enforcer. Always ready.He slides into the booth across from me. Does not order a drink. Just stares at me with those dead gray eyes."You look like shit." His voice is flat. No emotion."Thanks.""How much have you had?""Not enough." I take another drink. "You have information?""Always straight to business. No small talk. No how are
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