Page 13 of Justified (Ruthless Vigilante #1)

″Excellent,” I said, then grabbed him by his throat before he could close the safe, and lifted him up with one hand.

His feet were dangling and kicking as he struggled in vain in my hold.

He choked and strained to breathe as my fingers tightened around his throat.

His eyes bugged out as he stared at me in shock and fear.

He grabbed my hand in a feeble attempt to break my grip, but I had his ass right where I wanted him.

“I’m afraid I cannot fulfill your request, you see.

The man you want killed…” I shrugged. “Is me. I wanted you dead and came here all on my own to make sure you didn’t see another sunrise. ”

″We…had…a…de…eal,” he sputtered.

″So?” I said, then snapped his neck with a simple twist of my wrist.

His limbs went limp at his sides and he ceased his kicking and struggling.

I let go and his corpse fell to the ground in a heap like a broken manikin.

I snorted, because I had no intentions of honoring that deal.

He was a piece of shit and the world was better off without him in it.

I returned my attention back to more significant matters.

With the safe open, I removed the rest of the money I saw…

only the money. I looked around the room for something to carry it in.

Then I looked at the woman cowering in the corner.

I shined the light on her and she looked like a complete mess.

She was bleeding from her nose and lip. Her mascara was running and one of her bra straps was torn.

She was only wearing her underwear and her legs were covered with Mr. Henley’s blood…

I was guessing. I knew I hadn’t shot her.

″Pl—please don’t kill me,” she begged. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

″Did you bring a purse with you?” I asked.

She looked a little confused as she shielded her eyes from the flashlight. “Y-yes.”

″Not one of those little dainty ones, is it?”

She shook her head. “It’s in the living room.”

I walked over to her and she started screaming.

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not going to hurt you.

Get up,” I commanded. Lord knows I’d heard enough of her wailing and screeching to last me a lifetime.

She scrambled to her feet and I grabbed her by the arm, then led her back to the living room so she could get her purse.

She grabbed it from the loveseat and then I walked her back, past all of the dead bodies, to the office where my treasure laid.

She wasn’t lying, it was a nice sized bag and I made her stand beside me as I dumped the contents out, which consisted of sex toys, feminine shit like perfume, vajay-jay spray to keep the cooch smelling fresh, make-up, and tampons.

There were also a bunch of condoms. Those I put back into the purse.

I loaded all but one stack into the bag and tossed it over my shoulder. You can call me a vigilante, dark knight, or even a hero, but you wouldn’t be calling me broke. I took great risks, I wanted great rewards.

”That’s for you.” I gestured to the stack I’d left on the table. “Go buy yourself something nice.” I walked away.

″Wait,” she called out, catching my attention.

″What?”

″Th-thank you. I was really afraid of him, he wouldn’t let me leave and I think he was going to really hurt me. But you saved me,” she said.

″He probably would have killed you, seemed like that was his kink.

” I didn’t bother to hold any more conversation with the chick.

I turned and ran out of the mansion. It didn’t take me long at all to get back to my car.

My adrenaline was pumping, fueling a ton of emotions in me.

I was stoked, horny, happy, and proud at the same time.

I headed back home and called Jordan to open the door for me.

Once he did, I pulled in, killed the engine, and climbed out of the car.

He rushed over to me, wrapping his arms around my waist. I hugged him back. He looked up at me, beaming. “Did it go the way you wanted?”

I smiled and nodded. “Better.” I even have more money now to buy new equipment. “The son of a bitch was getting ready to hurt another woman just like I suspected. Well, he’s dead now.” Jordan let me go and I took off my eye mask, tossing it on the table.

″You look so sexy right now,” Jordan said. “Except for the purse.”

I cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? This thing is the sexiest thing here.” I took it off my shoulder, turned it upside down, and out poured all of the money and condoms, spilling all over the table.

″Holy shit, how much money is that?” Jordan asked as he walked over to the table.

″My guess would be close to half a million dollars.”

″Jesus Christ!” Jordan gasped, then looked down at the money again. “I may not need to work.”

″Well, let’s say we don’t have to worry about rent for a while. As for me, I’m going to need more and better weaponry and equipment. For one thing, I’d like a garrote.”

Jordan frowned. “I don’t even know what that is.”

″You don’t need to know, it can’t be programmed.

Now, enough talking. I’m all fired up, my cock is rock hard and I’m ready to fuck the living shit out of you,” I growled, snatching up one of the packs of condoms. I reached out, grabbing him by his waist, and hoisted him up.

He locked his legs around me and we started kissing as I walked us to our bed.

I tossed him on the sheets and he giggled.

″You ready for this cock?” I asked as I took off my jacket.

He smiled up at me, looking so fucking cute. “Why Cobra, I thought you’d never ask.”

Aaahh yeah, I was about to tear his ass up. Today was a good day.