Page 61 of Retribution

This is more for my comfort so I don’t get blood on my clothes. Grabbing his greasy hair, I glance at the leather cut hung up before I shove the knife under his chin and toward his brain. It’s a wicked weapon, perfect for this type of work.

His eyes open in panic, but it’s too late.

“Nighty-night,” I whisper, my voice the stuff of blood soaked night terrors. Twisting the knife, I wait for the light to leave his gaze.

Glancing at the girls, I smirk as I see that they’re huddled against each other in their sleep. Moving on, I head to the next room. Devon sent me photos of the key players in the MC early on after our first conversation about scrubbing them off the map.

This means that I know that I’m in a room the President passed out in. I don’t know if it’s his huge room, but I recognize the cruel, thin lips and tattoo of the MC on his naked chest. His flaccid cock is more than I need to see, and I force back a gag.

The tattoo is in Latin and reads:moras vincit omnia,which means ‘death conquers all’. Not today diddleweed. His body is in the middle of the bed, and I frown as I place my bag on the ground and push my hand carefully under the pillow nearest to me. Finding his gun, I pull it out of reach before climbing ontothe mattress. I have to do it in a way that keeps the shitty bed from shifting with my weight.

If you’re careful, it is possible. Macon is this alpha’s name, and from the research I’ve done, I know that he’s ruthless. Surprise is my best option. Easing my leg over his massive body, I raise the knife with both hands and slam it into his throat. His entire body convulses, but when he opens his mouth, I shove a pair of dirty boxers into it.

I push it so far down, he ironically gags on them, and when he reaches for me as his eyes explode open, I pull another knife from the holster around my waist, slicing his bicep tendon with two easy swipes. Smiling broadly, though he can’t see it, I pull out an ice pick from between my tits.

They may be modest, but my cleavage makes a pretty sweet pouch when necessary. Concentrating, I carve out The King Is Dead for a little flair as he chokes on his own blood and the taste of his dirty, unwashed knot.

Fucking gross.

“Reaching for more power than you have is a bad idea,” I say softly, pulling out the knife to shove it into the side of his throat. “Betrayal tastes bitter, but failure is worse. Enjoy burning up in your own clubhouse. The captain should go down with his ship after all.”

Getting up, I slice up the tendons in his legs so he’ll be unable to walk and ensure that all the windows are locked. Picking up my bag, I put away my toys and pull my gun again as I leave him. Locking his door, I pull out the silencer and slowly twist it until it’s on.

Now it’s time to stop playing with my food. The next bikers receive bullets to the brain as I move through the rooms, looking for Toad. There’s no fanfare, and the sweet butts with them don’t even twitch.

I swear, some people are too stupid to live. I’ll remove the woman that I drugged at the top of the stairs, but the rest can save themselves.

Once I get through the second floor, I reload my clip and silently climb the stairs to the third floor. There are six rooms up here, and I make quick work of killing those who are sleeping off their hangover. The last room holds Toad and Brea, who are cuddled on the mattress.

Toad is a beta, thankfully, relieving any discomfort I may have about killing him. Mate bonds are till death do you part, and sometimes can drag the omega with the alpha. Since that’s not possible, I deal first with Brea.

She only begins struggling once I roll her trussed up body to the floor, bracing so she won’t make a sound. Man, do I love zip ties and duct tape. I could say that I was woefully under prepared when I took Lucas from the alley behind the sub shop, but I think he could have easily broken free of the ties.

Duct tape is a kidnapper’s best friend.

Following her down to the ground, I growl, “I’m doing you a favor, spoiled brat. You’re in the middle of a war and on the wrong side of it. Now hush and go to sleep.”

My thumb presses against her throat, and I sit on her stubborn body as I wait for her to pass the fuck out for me.

You try to save someone, and this is the thanks you get.For fuck’s sake.

Once her body relaxes and her eyes flutter closed, I press my fingers against her pulse point. I’m not an idiot. If she doesn’t want to live, I’ll snap her fucking neck and move on. Brea is an omega who fell for pretty words and a power hungry beta male who is much older than her.

Clearly she misread the red flags and thought they were green. Glancing at the beta in question quickly, I watch as hesnores loudly and shifts in his sleep. Something tells me that he may wake up if he doesn’t feel Brea next to him. Call it instinct.

The only time I can believe what my gut tells me is when I’m working. I’m good at mapping out how people will react and what their intentions are as long as I forget that I’m an omega.

No emotion, softness, or need for pretty things. When I’m the hitwoman pretending to be a beta, I trust every noise I hear, shift in air, because I know it’ll keep me alive.

There’s a feeling of relaxation that a body gets when it is unconscious, and I finally feel it as I glance down at Brea. I wasn’t born yesterday. I hope she takes this chance to live away from the MC seriously, because I’m not going to give her another.

Standing, I nudge my go bag away from Brea, a reflex despite her unconscious state. Pulling out the length of rope, I begin to tie Toad’s ankles together, and feed the rope up to his arms. I slowly tighten the rope until his legs are pulled up to his chest and pick up the discarded duct tape to cut a piece off with my teeth and slap it forcefully on his mouth.

Now, I want the fucker to wake up. Pulling the rope even tighter before I tie it off in a knot, I have a feeling I look pretty fucking scary right now. Pulling off my leather jacket, I place it out of reach on the nightstand.

“Toad, you’re in a lot of trouble,” I murmur, slapping his naked ass hard.

Flinching, he attempts to yell at me while I point at my ear with a shrug to remind him I can’t understand him. Everyone on this floor is dead. I know this because this is the last room that I had left to clear.