Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 125(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Her father hadn’t been happy because he hadn’t been able to get confirmation at the hospital, and every doctor he tried to bribe and pay to do the investigation had refused. Vanessa had wondered why. She’d never had the chance to ask them why.
Diago walked right up to her. She didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t the way he brushed past her, leaving the kitchen.
What did that mean?
****
Diago sat at the bar and watched as the gentleman on his list came in, sat down, and ordered himself a drink.
He’d always had the gift of being able to blend into the darkness. This was where he was most comfortable, and it always gave him the perfect opportunity to do his job without drawing attention to what he was doing. No one paid him any attention, not until he was ready for them to see him, which was exactly what he liked.
He nursed the same whiskey the bartender had given him, and waited. This man he’d been stalking for three weeks had all the same habits, and not once did he differ from any of it. This made his job easier.
The enjoyment of taking out a hit wasn’t nearly as fun when they had boring routines. He loved the challenge of taking someone out who changed all the time. He knew this was rare, but he didn’t give a fuck.
People tended to get stuck in life, living the same routine every day. It was something they looked forward to. Not him. He loved to change it up, which is why he had a bag of tricks and loved to play with them. Like the man in front of him, he had no idea Diago had been hired by a woman.
At first, Diago had thought the woman who wanted him to kill this prick was an ex-lover or an affair gone bad. It wasn’t any of that. It turned out the man who was laughing, and enjoying the attention of fellow barflies, liked to abuse little girls.
The woman who hired him was one of those little girls, and even when she tried to tell her mother or go to the cops, everything was squashed. They ignored her pleas for help. She had no choice but to live with him sneaking into her bedroom every night to play a game.
Diago didn’t have many morals in this world. He didn’t believe in limiting himself to rules, or binding himself to some moral obligation or contract. He wasn’t going to do any of that. Instead, he lived life the way he fucking wanted, and everyone else could go and suck his dick.
There were no good people in the world, just assholes waiting to be manipulated and used. In that moment, he couldn’t help but think about Vanessa. She hadn’t gone to one of the bedrooms last night. After exploring the house, she’d gone to the library, taken out a book, laid down, and gone to sleep. He threw a blanket over her so she wouldn’t catch her death of cold. He had no interest in finding a corpse in his home, not that he would ever allow it to get that cold.
This was no time to be thinking about his problem. This morning, she’d still been asleep when he grabbed his coffee.
He’d planned to take this piece of shit out today, and as he watched the man, he felt that need for blood stirring up within him. He wanted to make this kill so damn bad, he could almost taste it. It would be easy as well. Diago wasn’t sure if he wanted easy today.
He took a sip of his whiskey and as he suspected, it was watered down to keep the expense high but make it last just a little bit longer. Fucker. One day, the owner of the bar would be taught a lesson, but it wasn’t one Diago intended to teach.
The man downed several beers, and then bid his good nights to the people in the bar. No one knew him, and yet he behaved as if they all loved him. He was an attention-seeking son of a bitch.
Diago watched as the man left, and the men who were at the bar all gave each other that look, the one where they were a little confused by what had just happened but were not willing to say anything. They were all a bunch of cowards.
He ignored them and got to his feet. He’d already paid for his whiskey and left, following the man, watching as he walked down the street. Diago saw it in the man’s walk. He was … happy. He had no idea what was about to happen to him.
The man turned down a dark alley, and Diago followed him and smiled as the other man turned.
“What the fuck are you doing following me?” he asked.