Page 23 of The Hallelujah Hitman

Violet: Checking on you.

Me: Still alive.

I lay the phone back on top of the desk and lean back in my chair. The bass sounds from the main floor and I close my eyes. It’s times like this when I’m alone with nothing but my thoughts and regrets that I feel Pilar’s presence.

Her love was a gift, one that will stay with me forever.

Someone knocks on the door, disrupting my moment of peace and my eyes shoot open. Slowly, I open the top drawer of my desk and pull out my gun.

“Come in,” I call.

The door opens and Primo steps inside. He doesn’t flinch at the gun in my hand and meets my gaze.

“The car is here to take you to the airport.”

I give him a nod and rise from my chair, tucking my gun into the waistband of my pants. I button my jacket, fix my sleeves, and smooth a hand over my tie.

Appearances are everything.

As I round the desk, I play back all the lessons Victor schooled me on throughout the years. However, there’s one lesson I wish he would’ve taught me before he died and that’s how to live when all the great ones around you are dead.

The End. . .for now.