GRAY.

"How far are you inside, Silas?” Holly asks me, her voice coming through the earpiece that I wear which can be a little annoying because she doesn’t know how to maintain a decent voice level, “is everything okay? It has been oddly quiet.”

“I’m fine.” I grumble, really hating to have to hear her talk when I’m trying to concentrate on the job, “don’t worry about it, Holly, I know he’s in here. He won’t even know what hit him. It is supposed to be quiet. It’s how you sneak up and kill them.”

“Just be careful, he is known to play cheap tricks.” She warns me, and I can already picture her rolling her eyes, “you might be the number one person in the ring but that doesn’t mean you can’t get killed you know.”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes, “yes, mother.”

Sometimes she is just really annoying.

I’m in, it was a lot easier than I thought it would be. I should have known that this man’s home would be penetrable. It’s like the ones who think that they would never be harmed and that no one would go after them are the cockiest. I hate each and every one of them for even thinking it because I don’t play this game. I will kill any one of them without mercy, I can assure them of that. If he would have made me work for it, I would have killed him quickly. Now, I will just slaughter him like the pig that he is.

I knew that the man is cheap, but I didn’t realize that he would be that cheap. It makes sense though. His valuables are not here, something he doesn’t have to worry about getting taken. He only comes here to fuck his whores; he respects his wife enough to not do it in their home. I wouldn’t even have been able to blame her if she knew what he was doing and was the person who put the hit on him. He shouldn’t be screwing around with whores to begin with, it’s just wrong to do to his wife. I’m sure she will have something against him soon enough. 

The door creaks as I unlock it, making me stiffen for a second. I proceed to enter his study, trying to be as careful as possible to not alert him. It is dark, and I’m going to keep it dark in here. I want to catch him unaware. That’s when I will be able to see the horror on his face when he realizes that he isn’t safe at all. I wouldn’t call myself a sadist, but I do enjoy seeing them beg for mercy. Sometimes, it is quite fun because he would quickly try to save himself and ultimately fail. A bullet would go through his brain soon enough.

It's refreshing.

It’s one of the fun parts of the job. 

“He’s here.” Holly tells me through my earpiece, breaking the silence once again, “it’s going to be a doozy, I’m afraid. It looks like he is getting it on with one of his girls already.”

She’s on the lookout for him, and I’ve been continuing to call the man ‘him’ all day because I hate his name. It’s something like Ferguson, I don’t care enough to remember his last name because even though he is a part of the Mafia world, he is one of those low-ranking bastards. He really isn’t even worth my time. One wrong move and he would be busted. He’s been trying to climb his way up though, but someone won’t let him see that happen. I don’t know how he managed to get this far along without someone else killing him in the process. I suppose he should grant himself lucky. He is going to get out of this the easy way, almost painless.

His whores call him Fergie, and he has multitudes of them. He owns what I would call a whore house, and he is also involved in trafficking them out of the United States to different places all around the world. They fight to have one-night stands with him because if they can keep his attention for long enough, he won’t ship them out for money. You see, as cheap as Fergie is, he treats his mistresses well. Even better than how he treats his wife, I’ve heard. It’s kind of disgusting because there is no way that I would understand fighting for someone like him. He’s just nasty. They should have left him a long time ago.

But I guess I can understand why these women fight to be his mistress although they probably hate him and would rather kill him. The trafficking ring isn’t a good place to be, and they would do anything they can to survive that way they wouldn’t have to do something so sickening. I can relate which is why I’ll always take pleasure in killing the son of a bitch tonight while my guys go and free the woman after the job is done. They will get new identities and will be given some cash to start over. Most don’t make it, but knowing some of them do is worth it. But I don’t know if they will get far. I suppose it’s just the thought that they might that keeps me going. Maybe they might be able to change their life for the better.

I hide as soon as I hear their voices closing in. They’re here.

The door opens, and their voices fill in. As soon as the lights turn on, I unfortunately get to watch Fergie drag in a blonde girl, making me want to cringe so hard at this point. Poor girl. Their hands are roaming around each other, as if this is the best sex they are going to have. The girl takes off her top, noting that she’s not even bother to wear a bra. I feel a little bad because she doesn’t consent to showing me anything but I’m sure she will forgive me. At least I’m not a man like that bastard. It’s more than just a little nasty when Fergie decides to start slobbering all over them, trying to be hot. I have never seen something so disgusting that honestly will haunt me in my dreams.

“Hmm, yes.” She manages to moan as she holds his head, letting him do as he pleases, “keep doing that, Fergie, it feels so good. Oh yes, keep touching my tits! You make me so horny!”

Her fake enthusiasm matches his real one. She can act, I will give it to her.

“I can’t wait to be inside of you.” He moans in a gravelly voice, making me cringe. 

Please don’t. So nasty.

Now I see why people roll their eyes when watching a porn video because it is so gross. You don’t need a porn director to confirm it is a fake moan. It is very obvious, but Fergie doesn’t seem to mind. He smiles instead. He obviously thinks that he is rocking her world even when it is most definitely not the case. I feel bad for her because she’s trying to save her ass, and no doubt, he has a tiny dick and doesn’t know how to use it.

Fergie finally pulls away from her as he throws open one of the drawers. He is searching for something, a condom, I’m sure. The blonde girl is watching him, trying to hide her disgust which makes me smile slightly. Honestly, it looks like she wants to stab him. He smiles as he finally sees whatever it is, and if my guess is correct, it is a condom.

“I can’t wait to have your cock in me.” The blonde girl moans, spreading her legs a little bit as she is pretending to be so horny for him, “hurry! I just can’t wait! I need you, Fergie baby!”

Well, sweetheart, you’re just going to have to wait. I cringe when I hear the condom foil tear. There’s no way I’m watching him stick his dick inside of her and get his rocks off. I emerge from the shadows. They don’t even know that I’m here yet and that’s how I refer it to be. They’re too caught up in trying to get off Fergie’s pants. I creep closer, blending into the shadows quite easily.

“Bend over, I’ll just unzip my pants.” He tells her, giving her a reassuring smile, “you’re going to love it. I promise. All you have to do is be a good girl.”

She obeys, bending over, and that is it for me; I can’t watch this anymore. I uncock my gun, the sound echoing throughout the room. They both freeze, realizing the predicament that they are in now. Fergie is with his pants half-zipped, and the blonde girl has her bare ass on display. Fergie recomposes himself and he zips up his pants with trembling hands. He clears his throat, and the blonde girl is now standing behind him, fixing her clothes as well. It is a bit gross to see and there’s no point in even attempting to hide it. I already saw too much.

“How did you get in?” Fergie manages to speak, trying to make his voice come out like he’s not scared but he fails, “are you trying to die? Do you know who you are messing with?”

He has yet to see my face because if he had, he would be pissing himself by now. I know now that he thinks that I am a nobody. He is going to quickly realize it is not the case.

“I walked.” Is all I respond with.

Something finally registers in his head as he takes me in, and he falls to the ground on his knees almost immediately, already begging for mercy. It’s quite pathetic if you ask me, making me look away from him to the girl because I can’t stand seeing that kind of sight. Can’t he grow some damn balls already? The blonde girl is scared now as her body twitches. It’s obvious that she can’t decide whether to make a run for it or stay, but I know if she had been given the choice, there is no way she would just die for him. It makes me smile because I know that this is going to go the way that he wishes it wouldn’t. I’m going to make her dreams come true, it is going to be a wonderful moment.

He will regret every second of this.

“Gray.” He whispers, visibly shaking, “I’ll pay you double the amount.” This is the fun part, “no, no, triple, four times the amount. Just don’t kill me. Please! I know that we can help one another!”

No amount of money will change my mind, he knows this. My reputation of being a ruthless assassin in the Mafia world didn’t come from nowhere. You tell me who and I get the job done. I’ve never killed people who don’t actually deserve it. No one would believe that but in the Mafia world, everyone deserves death because our hands are stained in blood. No one would be able to change my mind on that at all. Everyone is a monster in this world.

Everyone. 

I bend down to his level, my foot pressing into the soaked rug. I was right, he had pissed himself. Fighting the urge to wrinkle my nose with disgust, I stare him down and make sure that he knows I’m not playing right now. I raise his head with the end of my gun, and his teeth won’t stop chattering, so his chin has a hard time staying on the end of my gun. It’s quite pathetic if you ask me and I wish that I could kill him already. I know it is very possible that this might end up being over quickly. I sigh with annoyance, hating wimps like him.

“You know it doesn’t work like that.” I remind him, just telling him the truth, “and besides, you’re not a good enough person to make me want to spare your life. You are a monster, are you not?”

I stand up and glance over at the girl. She is looking a little dishevelled and frightened as hell, but I will quickly put her out of her misery. I smile at her before I take my other gun out of my pocket, and I shoot her with it. It’s not her fault really, I just never miss. She should have just made sure not to be a part of his life. It’ll be a dangerous game if she would have done something else. 

She slumps to the floor, her body going completely still. Fergie is looking at her like he had just seen a ghost. He really knows he is screwed, and that I am not playing. He scrambles towards me, like a beggar almost. One wouldn’t believe he was just a few minutes ago he was trying to get off with a girl. Now, he looks like a completely different man. He is not innocent, that is what makes me hate him the most.

Helpless.

I point my other gun at him, really just wanting to get this over with. It is kind of gross if you ask me and I’m trying to decide where to go from here. I couldn’t be sure what to do about it at all. I don’t know… I’m really thinking that I just want to kill him. I don’t even want to make it a game like I normally would. I want to just dispose of his disgusting self and be done with it.

“Please spare me! PLEASE!” He continues to plead with me.

I’ve had enough of it though. 

I whisper, revealing the truth to him, “honestly, I really want to.”

Surprise and hatred flashes across his face. He tries to say something to me, but I pull the trigger, a bullet straight into his brain. His body hits the ground, immediately dead. There’s no point wasting another bullet on him if the heavy body on my feet is any indication. Thanks for ruining my shoes, Fergie. His blood spreads across the ground, making me slightly wrinkle my nose because I don’t want to ruin my shoes even more. I pull my feet out from under him and place my guns back into their holsters. I could give a rat’s ass about him right now. 

I move to the girl, and carefully pick her up. She’s quite heavy, but five days in the gym have her feeling as light as a feather. She’s not actually dead, I just had to make Fergie believe she was.

I’m quick to make my way out of his home, not wanting to be seen by anyone.  He’ll be found dead by tomorrow, and all of his girls will be gone. Just like that, he has been erased from the Mafia world, and his customers will move on to the next dealer.  No one will mourn him. 

Definitely not his wife.

No one will remember him either. 

Holly stands next to my car, the breeze carrying her long, wavy brown hair with it. She opens the door for me so I could put the girl inside, getting in with her. Holly knows where to take me to drop the girl off. One of my men will take care of this girl and the rest of the girls that are found by my men. The tranquilizer should be wearing off by then and she will get to start a new life. She knows better than to admit who killed Fergie. I know she won’t because she hates him. She is better off with him dead. Honestly, I have given them a miracle.

Time for the next job.

Dad would have probably told me that killing so many people do something to the soul, and that I should be careful. I’m past that now and have been for a long while. Whatever killing does to the soul has been done to mine even before I killed. 

Black as coal. Ruthless and emotionless…

A cold-blooded killer.

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