Maybe that’s all I deserve now.
Rot.
Decay.
Forgotten places and forgotten people.
Because the truth is brutal.
No matter how many jobs I take.
No matter how many throats I cut.
No matter how cold I force myself to become.
I can’t kill the bond.
I can’t kill what’s tethered me to her.
And one day soon...
Either it’ll drive me back to her or it’ll drive me straight into the grave.
CHAPTER 11
TRAZ
The bullets scream past my head, close enough to rattle my teeth.
I dive behind a crumbling pillar, gritting my teeth as the old stone chips apart under another barrage.
Dust fills my lungs. Blood pumps hot in my ears.
Too hot.
Too fast.
This wasn’t supposed to be messy.
Quick infiltration. Quick kill. Quick getaway.
Instead, I’m pinned under fire by mercs that look better equipped and better paid than the idiots who hired me.
Figures.
I check the mag on my sidearm. Light.
No time to be delicate.
I slam a new clip home and roll out from behind the pillar, firing blind toward the muzzle flashes.
Two bodies drop.
A third clips me across the ribs.
I snarl, more from anger than pain, and keep moving.
Can’t stop.
