🔫 as-sas-sIN’S
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CHAPTER 4
Someone was trying to kill us. Or rather, someone was trying to kill Montserrat.
Montse yelled. Covering her, I dived behind a large tree, slewing in midair so that I cushioned the fall.
quic-kly switching positions, I made sure she was well shielded by the tree and I was in front of her before pu-lling out my gun.
Her eyes wi-de-ned at the gun in my hand but she seemed too shocked and confused to ask anything. I searched throu-gh the fast darkening woods.
Whoever was shooting at us su-cked at shooting.
I let my hearing and my sight fuse, watching the direction where the bullets were coming from. The person shooting at us was in all black, p@rtially hiding behind a tree.
As if realizing where he was wasn’t granting him the angle of precision, he attem-pted to dive to another sp©t.
I saw my opportunity and delivered one clear sh0t to his leg. In front of me, Montserrat winced and covered her ears.
He person screamed. I waited a while to make sure he was alone before getting up and running in that direction.
I had no doubt that he was sÂŁnt by Mateo and his mother. I would deal with the two idiots later after b!owing this guy’s br@ins out.
He was no longer behind the tree. I sp©tted him rushing throu-gh the trees in the distance, limping as he ran on pure adrenaline.
I sped after him. Just when I thought I had him and was about to shoot, a car appeared in front of him.
The guy immediately dived throu-gh the opened door. The car had obviously been waiting for him because the driver drove away immediately.
I contemplated going for my motorbike and chasing down the bastards, but I realized that I couldn’t leave Montserrat alone.
Not in the state she was in. The attack on us had put her into shock.
I immediately ran back to where I’d left her. She was hvgging her knee, looking scared. I crouched in front of her and cu-mpped her face.
“You can’t stay here.”
She obviously didn’t have to ask me to know why. Someone was trying to kill her and it was a fact she couldn’t deny.
I held her by the hand and managed to bring her to her feet but she couldn’t seem to walk. Her legs were shaking. I’d never seen her this scared.
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“Goddamnit, put me down! I said I can walk perfectly.”
Montserrat struggled feebly in my arms as I closed the door behind me and headed for one of the couches in my living room.
“Yeah, say that to the floor when you hit your face on it.” I gruffed.
We reached the living room, and I set her down gently into a sitting position.
“You’re so embarras-sing. Everyb©dy was staring at us!” She said grouchily, crossing her arms on her che-st.
“To begin with, my next door neighbour is half a kilometer away. Nob©dy saw me picking you up.”
I sat beside her on the couch, feel silent not knowing what to say.
It didn’t take long for her to break the silence. “Do you know my mum was always complaining about my singing? She said it was loud and ear breaking and my chatter was never ending but I knew that whenever I was away it was the very reason why she would miss me and my friends used to complain too but…”
She kept on talking without a pause. I kew she was
“Montse. . . Montse.” She still didn’t st©p talking until I cu-mpped her face and said much louder. “Montserrat!”
She shut up instantly, then tried to look away. I was having none of it, forcing her to look into my eyes.
“You don’t have to pretend with me.” I told her pointedly.
Suddenly, herl-ips began to tremble tremble and she gr@bbÂŁd me by the collar of my jacket.
“Why? I don’t. . . I don’t get it. Why do they want to kill me? I know I’m not the best person. . . but I try to be a good person. Why would anyb©dy want me dead?”
I didn’t know what to say
Would she believe if I told her it was Rita and Mateo who wanted her dead?
I would have to confess that I’m an as-sas-sin, and that’s something I didn’t want to do.
Right then, I did what I hadn’t done in more than a decade; I hvgged someone, I hvgged a woman, I hvgged her.
She broke down into tears in my arms and wra-pped her arms around my w@!st.
“I don’t get it… I don’t get it.” She kept on whispering.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for her to fall asleep.
I shifted gently and set her down so that I didn’t wake her. I straightened and stared down at her, at the fear evident on her face even in her sleep.
I brushed away some strands of her brunette her which had fallen on her face.
God, she was beautiful.
I chastised my self immediately. This was the last thing I should be thinking about at the moment.
I crossed over to the wall and pu-ll-ed off a portrait of the sea, revea-ling the door to a large safe where I kept some of my weapons.
Typing in the pas-s code, I opened the safe and took some bullets. I made sure my gun was fully loaded.
Mateo and Rita had better prepare to go to hell.
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I quietly watched Mateo from a corner of the dimly lit club.
Even with his still healing arm in a sling, he was having a lot of fun. Celebr@ting because he was thinking that Montserrat was dead.
He was drinking straight from a whisky bottle while dancing, surrounded by two nearly n-ked girls who he fondled and k!$$ÂŁd at every whim.
A woman who wasn’t p@rt of the group joined him. She soon blended into the dancing girls, but it didn’t take long before she bodily gr@bbÂŁd his d!¢k..
Mateo blinked in surprise but it didn’t take long for him to push the rest of the girls aside.
He focused all his attention on the new woman, pu-lling close to her and gr-abbing her by the w@!st with his good hand as he grinded himself against her bu-tt.
She rotated slowly and brou-ght herl-ips to his ear. He obviously said something because Mateo’s eyes wi-de-ned.
She pushed away from him and win-ked, b!tt!g herl-ip. His eyes sparkled with heat and lvst as he watched her turn and shake her as-s vigorously.
gr-abbing the hem of her Sk-irt, she rode it up until her p@n-ties showed. wi-nking at him suggestively, she set off on a path towards the washrooms.
Mateo caught the signal and immediately began to follow. The girls who had been with Mateo glared after the new lady in disgust.
I waited till they’d taken the curve that led to the hallway before following them.
They began k!ss!ngimmediately they were in the hallway where both the men and the ladies washroom were located. They entered the men’s, closing the door behind them.
It was time. Mateo didn’t know what was coming to him. Reaching the door, I turned the knob and entered.
“fv¢k!” Mateo cursed, standing in front of the woman who he had pinned against the wall, his back to me. “I thought you said you’d locked the door.”
He spun around to see who’d entered, and all colour drained from his face when his eyes fell on me. “You? What do you want now?”
“Oh, you’ll find out soon.” I answered curtly.
di-pping my hand into a pocket of my jacket, I brou-ght out my wallet and took out a hundred dollar note.
The woman who’d brou-ght him here stepped away from him. He watched, eyes wi-de-ned in shock as she crossed over to me, took the money from my hand and planted a k!sson my cheek before wi-nking at him and leaving the room.
Yep, life’s not always fair.
“You bit-ch!” He yelled after her.
“Hey. Didn’t your mother teach you how to talk to women?” I asked cynically as I locked the door to the washroom.
“Look man, I don’t know what you fv¢king want from me but…”
He swallowed as I took slow predatory steps towards him. Before he could say more, I delivered a heavy punch to his jaw. He gro-an ed and tossed to the side.
I gr@bbÂŁd him by the head before he could fall and threw another b!ow, this time targeting his nose. I heard a crack, and blood soon began oozing as he yelled.
Then I gr@bbÂŁd the arm that was in a sling, spun him around and crashed his face against the dirty tiled wall, twisting his alre-ady injured shoulder joint. He screamed in agony.
“I warned you. I fv¢king warned you not to dare t©uçh a hair on her head or you would be sorry.” I growled throu-gh gritted teeth at his ear.
He continued m0@n ing in pain. “What the hell? I don’t know what you’re talking about man… I swear.”
“Yeah, and I’m a fv¢king priest. ” I chuckled mirthlessly. “Someone tried to kill her today. You and your mother are the only ones who want her dead. You fv¢king tried to kill her. At least you tried. There’s going to be no trying here because I’m sÂŁnding you straight to hell.”
I let go of his arm and stepped back. He turned to face me, gro-an ing and clutching his shoulder which I’d dislocated all over again, his face decorated by his own blood.
Then I pu-ll-ed out my gun from beside my pelvis and beneath my jacket, aiming straight at his head.
“No… No. plea-se, no. I swear that I have nothing to do with this. Neither does my mother.” He pleaded. “You’ll be ma-king a mistake by killing me. plea-se.” He had tears in his eye now.
Pathetic.
I placed my f!nger on the trigger. “Why should I believe that it wasn’t you guys?”
“Because I fv¢king love my life!” He yelled desperately. “Why would I dare to kill her for the money when I know you wouldn’t hesitate to b!ow my br@ins out? I can’t enjoy my father’s fortune if I’m dead. But even if my mother and I don’t get the money in our names, we could at least manipulate her into fulfilling our every whim.”
I remembered what had happened when Montserrat made me take her to their house. Their terror at my presÂŁnce had been real.
No, they wouldn’t dare defy me, especially on that very day.
The idiot in front of me was too afraid of dying. The tears pouring down his cheeks was every indication.
Which only begged the question: which other person would want to see Montserrat dead?
I bit down on myl-ips cooly, knowing that my gaze was cold and wicked. “If I find out that it was you and your mum who sÂŁnt someone to kill her, Mateo…” I let my statement hang ominously.
I s-en-sed that he was telling the truth, but he and his mother had deceived me once and I couldn’t be too sure.
“Thank you, thank you!” He said earnestly, obviously expecting me to put away the gun. Instead, I lowered it and pu-ll-ed the trigger.
The bullet hit him right on the joint of his other shoulder which was unt©uçhed. Now he had two brutalized shoulder joints to remind him that I wasn’t a bark with no bite.
I walked out of the washroom with his screams of pain fading out behind me.
TBC….
Hmm, who else would want Montse dead?