We’re back at my office before I know it.

The girl has been taken care of, and Holly is making confirmation of the kill. I hear the woman at the end of the line thank her. Fergie’s wife really must hate him. I know she paid us, but she is talking about the whole thing like we had just delivered her pizza. Holly ends the call before the lady is done speaking like I knew she would. It’s kind of crazy what could be done by a woman scorned. Holly takes a seat next to me and frowns.

“I can never understand some people.” She tells me, shaking her head slightly, “I mean, why is she thanking us? It’s not she’s a saint in everything. The man did sponsor her luxurious lifestyle and he will continue to even after his death. If anything, she should have died with him.”

I know she expects me to say something, but I won’t, and she is used to that. Fergie’s wife will get away with everything. With his life insurance and everything that he has owned, the police will never find out she ordered the hit. Sure, she will be a prime suspect but everything is untraceable so they would never find the evidence to prosecute her.

No wonder she is so thankful. 

“Who’s next?” I ask, ready to get on to the next target, “give me a good one.”

Enough of Fergie. He’s dead, and this will be the last time I say or think of that name. It’s a blessing for me too, you see. Holly nods as she looks at the computer, going to our next target. We have a list of targets, but only a few will I choose myself that actually deserve death in my eyes.

“I got it.” Holly whispers before she suddenly freezes, “what the heck?”

She is staring at the screen without saying anything else, as if she can’t believe what she is seeing. My eyebrows furrow slightly because I have no idea what is going to end up coming next. I mean, who could make her look like that?

“Who is it?” I ask her, wondering who on Earth has gotten her tongue-tied.

Holly is never fazed by our targets, so this makes me curious. I lean into her and look at the computer myself. Who in the world could make her act this way? I tense up when I see it as well. What the hell?

“Lennox Cambridge.” Holly says the name I see on the screen out loud now, “who would want to kill someone like him? He’s actually quite nice.”

Now, I am even more curious. Who the hell wants him dead? I can’t help but voice her question in my mind, trying to figure it out myself.

Wrong question.

Who the hell dares to want him dead?

Lennox Cambridge, CEO of a multi-billion-dollar security company and the leader of the Black Vipers.