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Chapter twenty-five

N ikita sat on the edge of the bed in the dark bedroom. She rarely used that room. Thick curtains covered the large windows and most of the walls. A few months ago, she had added noise cancellation foam to most of the walls. The curtains were necessary to cover the extra buffing. The room smelled like sex and incense. For a moment, the idea of airing out the room crossed her mind, but Will’s sleeping form on the bed changed it.

He took over most of the bed. It surprised her how hard she had to work to get him in the house. The man was genuine to his word and wanted nothing from her. But he wasn’t the rule, just the exception.

“Maybe you were one of the few good ones.” She caressed his face. “Too bad the world will never know.”

She made her way toward the dresser and pulled out a small vial from the drawer. Her shipment from Mickey had arrived. Four vials of his latest poison, a concoction Nikita had no idea what was in it, three sedatives, and even a potion for wrinkles.

How old did Mickey think she was? Nikita asked herself, tossing that potion to the side.

Sitting next to the naked man, she carefully opened his mouth. It was strange how gentle he had been. Maybe he truly believed he was making love. Nikita didn’t care. His kind were a plague upon the earth.

Focusing on the task at hand, she squeezed several drops of the dark liquid into Will’s mouth. The sedative would last at least ten hours. His body needed to be discovered during the middle of the parade. If her sources inside Reapers were correct, the tension between the packs was at its peak. Will’s body would be the tipping point for the war to start. Haven would be in too much chaos for anyone looking for her.

Nikita didn’t bother covering the man, she left the room naked and headed towards the living room. The blinking light of her cell phone caught her attention. It was barely six in the morning, nobody ever dared to bother her at this hour.

“It’s done,” Mickey told her as soon as she answered.

“Please elaborate, because that can mean many things,” she told him.

“At eleven-fifteen eastern standard time, your body was found dead on I-95 en route to Boston.” Nikita took a seat at the sound of the news.

“Who knows?”

“At least three of the agencies that seemed to have a hit on your ass,” he replied. “If I knew how many people would pay for your head, I might have done the deed myself.”

“But would you risk losing such an asset for money?”

Mickey laughed. “I have done many things for money. One lost assassin would not be the worst of it.”

“Spoken like a true mercenary.”

“A capitalist,” Mickey corrected her. “Just a capitalist.”

Nikita walked to the kitchen, and from the cupboard pulled out her laptop.

“When should I be expecting you?” Mickey asked.

“I have one small thing to take care of tomorrow,” she replied, searching the black web. “Should be there no later than Friday morning.”

“Looking forward to our new partnership,” Mickey told her.

“Me, too,” said Nikita, and disconnected the line.

It didn’t take her long to find what she was looking for. Three different hit teams were claiming the kill. It seemed her own handler had placed the bounty, claiming she had disobeyed orders and gone rogue.

“Not bad, Janet.”

Nikita checked her Jamaican bank account. The payment for her last job had gone through. Three and a half million Euros were peacefully sitting in that account.

“Such a waste,” Nikita told herself, but activated her last will and testament.

Everyone had a security policy, Nikita had several. The day she disappeared she had planned to take everyone with her.

“Sorry, Mickey, nothing personal,” she said to the screen as she input the names of her hit list. The law office of Johnson and Jones had a copy of her will, as well as access to all the funds in that account. The funds would be distributed to the ones who brought proof of the death of the individuals in that email. Names were updated monthly, depending on the last job.

Nikita honestly had nothing against Mickey, or even Janet, but she hated to be double-crossed. In their line of business, assassins were only tools to be disposed of as soon as they were done with. She had been planning to disappear for a very long time. This meant cleaning up her loose ends and paying back any potential debt.

She had one job in life, and it was to make sure she was always safe. That had changed with all the new packs moving to Haven. It wasn’t supposed to be this way. The intern was supposed to keep order, but they were failing. With the increase in the number of werewolf packs, came more powerful enemies. Haven was growing each day more out of control. It was ironic Nikita failed to see the part she played in the mayhem that was taking place. With the death of Will, war would start among the werewolves and again, people would die. She needed to get her sister out of there.