Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Eric was a sadistic piece of shit. There had been a couple of times over the years when I could have killed him, but because it hadn’t been worth my time, I had left that piece of shit to rot.
Now, he had Freya. One of the nicest, sweetest, loveliest people I had ever known, who didn’t deserve to be on anyone’s list. She didn’t deserve to be going through this, and it angered me. She should be free and happy.
Harris did this.
The Grid did this.
And I hadn’t put a stop to it.
“Are you okay?” The Beast asked, stepping outside.
There was no need to worry about any attacks. Now that The Grid had what they wanted, they would leave us alone, as if it hadn’t happened. As if they hadn’t kidnapped someone we know. Freya was just another paycheck.
“He’s going to destroy her,” I said.
“We’ll figure it out.”
“And then what? Deal with the consequences? Taking from The Grid ... there is no way any of us will come back from that,” I said, looking at him. “Unless we take The Grid down with us.”
“We know The Grid is weakening. Now is our chance to strike. Ivan is already getting the van ready. We’re about to target everyone with any kind of association with Eric The Tool. We’ll find her, and we’ll handle it.” He went to reach out to touch me, but I took a step back.
The Beast and I ... it was complicated. We had accepted our differences, but that didn’t mean anything had changed. We were killers, fighting for the same spot.
I don’t even know why I wanted to be one of Ivan’s Brigadiers. A nice life, a good life was not possible. I made my choice to be what I was so many years ago. I can even see my uncle and how he looked at me, warning me that the life he offered was not a good one. How I would come to hate it. He was so right. My uncle was always right.
But there was no mistaking I was good at what I did. Killing people came easy to me. Death hadn’t affected me in a long time. I killed men and women. I destroyed entire families at a request. Not many people know that for a short time, I was an exterminator. Sent in to deal with those people that slowly became too powerful, and were pure evil, or too good. I didn’t keep that job for long. My uncle helped me out of it, one of the few jobs he did just before he died. He had warned me about being an exterminator, and when I asked him for help, he came.
Yes, many people would think my uncle was a piece of shit for helping his niece to hunt, kill, and to do so without blinking an eye. But he had also been there for me when I needed him most. He never forgot my birthday, and he wouldn’t allow me to forget. He told me it was the little things in life that would give me an anchor on reality, as opposed to ... nothing. I missed him so damn much. I missed him more than anything.
The Beast held his hands up. “We’ll be waiting.”
“You go ahead,” I said. “I’ll catch up.”
They never knew how I found them. None of them knew I had attached GPS’s to most of them, and could find them within a blink of an eye. Just like I knew where Freya was being held.
The Beast nodded and he turned to leave. Alone, I pulled out my cell phone, typed in the code, and accessed Eric’s tunnels. His torture chambers. That was where Freya was being held. I attached one into Freya’s clothing. Just a tiny little piece within her wardrobe, and they were activated by her body heat. I knew exactly where she was, and why I was standing outside—because I was taking my final bit of air.
When I went for her, the guys needed to be behind me. I would call them at the right time. This needed to be a one-person job until they arrived and picked up the pieces. This was a death mission. I would not survive. Putting myself in Eric’s hands, and that of The Grid, meant death was sure to happen. I only hoped I died before they got hold of me.
The debt was calling, and they were coming to collect.
****
Victor
Killing people was easy. I’d been doing it all my life. According to my father, what made a good leader was the ability to kill without even thinking about it. Just running your blade over the throat of your enemy, gutting them.
We had killed four of the assassins associated with The Grid. None of them knew where Eric was, and with each “no” answer, I was getting pissed. What was more, The Butcher hadn’t joined us, which made me start to question her alliance. Ivan trusted her, but she hadn’t come. The Beast had told us she would catch up.