He glares at me, but he can’t hide the fear lingering there.
“This time, you’ve got no one to interrupt us. No one to save you,” I murmur and make a tsking sound. “You’re going to tell me everything. Who you are, where you came from, how you found out about me and if someone sent you. I want to know everything.”
He nods his head vigorously, not even trying to fight back, further proving how much of a newbie he is.
“I-I don’t even know who you are. I was justgiven a name to come after. They threatened my f-family, and said if I didn’t kill you they’d…” He pauses to swallow. “They said they’d kill my family. I’m sorry. I didn’t know you were so young or so…” He looks me up and down, noting the weapons that are barely concealed and strapped to my body before his eyes flick down to the knife I’m holding to his throat.
“Who are they?”
“I have no idea. They contacted me online and then sent the threats. They gave me your name and the name of the town but no other information. They said they’d been looking for you for years and there’s someone really powerful who wants you dead.”
I nod my head, believing that last part. The only issue is…
“So, they threatened your family?”
“Y-yes. They threatened my wife and son.”
“Really? Because I was under the impression that you,John Baker, are just a small-time criminal who usually operates out of Detroit, and you don’t have a wife or a son,” I mutter, and his eyes widen in shock, obviously not expecting me to catch him out on his lie.
He may be new at this, but I’m certainly not.
I remove the knife from his throat, and he breathes a sigh of relief. A sigh that soon turns into a gasp as I plunge the knife into his gut.
I pull back before I stab him again.
And again.
And again.
I revel in his gasps, his shouts, his cries, and the blood that pours from him.
I don’t stop until he’s lying in a pool of crimson on the floor.
I’m not usually so messy, but I’ve had a really shitty couple of days.
Who needs therapy when you can just brutally kill someone instead?
Normally, I’d clean this shit up myself, but I’m really not in the mood.
So, I call the only contact I have from my old world that lives in this town and leave him the fuck behind.
THIRTEEN
COLE
“So, are you ever planning on telling us the whole story? We might be able to help you,” Noah asks from where he sits opposite me on the grass in our backyard.
We come out here in the evenings whenever it’s not too cold, since it’s the only outdoor area we have on campus just to ourselves.
“What whole story?” I ask, even though I know exactly what he’s talking about, and he sighs in frustration.
“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You know as well as we do that you didn’t tell us the whole story of what happened the other night, like what she was doing here in the first place. There’s more going on between the two of you than you’ve let on. Just admit it.”
I shake my head. They know what they need to, and they won’t get anything more from me. Not right now, anyways.
If I were to tell them the entire story, I’d have to tell them about what I saw back at the coffee shop, and for some strange reason, I feel like I should protect that secret.
“Fine,” he snaps, completely out of character for him, andtosses a blade of grass that he was holding before standing and storming back towards the cottage while the three of us stare after him, bewildered.
