An Eye For An Eye (The Club)

“That sounds lovely,” and I let him help me out of the car which was more for his benefit then mine this time.

“Here you are sweetheart, wear these to protect your eyes.” He handed me a pair of large sunglasses. I was virtually blind in the bright Texas sun and with eyes as damaged as mine it seemed pointless, but I took them and placed them over my face to make him happy. “Now we’re ready.” He guided me to the restaurant and a waiter sat us down serving us with mimosas. It felt strange to be out in the open like this, we usually dined somewhere private but the sun felt good on my shoulders caressing me. I missed Lorand and I hoped he’d come back soon from doing whatever he did for work.

Twelve

LORAND

If I’d known last night what I knew today, I wouldn’t have let him leave the club after touching Jude. He disgusted me in every way possible. A part of me wanted to eviscerate him limb from limb while the other part wants to Prince Humperdinck his ass and leave just his ears so the people who pass by him can stare and scream at his ugliness inside out.

I continued to w

atch him eat and lick his greasy fingertips, my stomach churned in disdain for his very existence. My phone beeped and vibrated with a text message, but I ignore it. I’m in the moment working and can’t afford a distraction right now. I let him finish eating because this will be his last meal as far as I’m concerned. I’m an assassin and this is what I do. I make the choice of when things end and how. I took my gun from the glove compartment and slide the silencer into place. The total sum of all parts clicked together and washes over me in my ritual of preparing for the end. It’s a large gun that feels comfortable in my hands like an extension of my body, lethal and dangerous. I become the weapon, the complete package.

My Range Rover is parked across the street from him with a clear view to take the kill shot. I looked around eyes narrowed. A park with children sitting on swings is nearby. Their mothers pushing them without a care in the world and decided this won’t do at all. I can’t kill him in broad daylight like this with witnesses, but more importantly with children around who could be forever changed by my careless actions. I’m a bad man through and through, but I’m not a fucking idiot when it comes to killing my marks. I take out the people who deserve it. The scum of the earth, I am the judge and jury casting final judgement on the depraved. Nobody needs to clean up a careless kill.

Junior gets up to walk down the street and I elected to follow him and wait for my opportunity. Slipping the gun inside my holster under my jacket I felt complete in the moment. The years of Sorenson’s training and guidance soothes me through the task as I get out of the vehicle.

Standing from my vantage overlooking the Tumbleweed Café I saw a dark luxury vehicle pull up into the handicap spot. The back of my neck tingles as Sorenson gets out and opens the door. He’s probably the only man in Texas who wears a three piece suit and a fedora year round. I looked back and forth between my mentor and my mark.

Fuck.

He’s playing with me.

I don’t have many options here and even less when the door opens and pale legs exit the passenger side of the car. My stomach bottoms out to see Jude come out of the car, a smile on her lips and Sorenson handing her a pair of large oversized sunglasses to wear.

“What the hell kind of game are you playing here, Sorenson?” I muttered to myself knowing what I had to do. As if he could hear me over the busy street he turned and gave me a nod of his head tipping his hat off to me regally. The man has a lot of balls. I’m screwed, royally screwed. I was supposed to protect her, not fuck her and now he knows something is up. Sorenson always seems to know. I take off on foot to catch Kenneth Halstad and leave Jude with a wolf in sheep’s clothing I’ll have to deal with later.

I pursued the mark, no longer a human living thing in my mind, down the main street thoroughfare. Compartmentalizing each kill kept me sane and was necessary.

He ducked down an alley disappearing from sight for a second. I turned down the alley expecting to surprise him. Instead he jumps me with a metal bar swinging at my head. I flew back instinctively pissed I wasn’t more aware that he might have spotted me. Thinking of Jude kept me off kilter.

“Fuck!”

“You’re following me!”

“Observant.” I grunted dodging another attempted blow which sparks when the metal bar hits the metal drainpipe coming off the brick building’s façade.

Clang!

Clang!

The vibrations intensified as he gets closer to me. I taunt him to the left and he countered. “What do you want? I barely touched that whore last night! How was I to know you claimed her as your sub?”

Roaring with anger barely contained under the surface, I charged him. I grabbed the bar and pull swinging it in a wide arc to clatter against the asphalt.

“She’s not my sub.” Growling I spit the words out.

“Pity, she’d make a good one with the right hand.”

“It’s your heavy hand that’s going to pay first.” I aimed the gun at his left hand and fired discharging the bullet into bone and flesh.

“Ahhhh!” He fell against the wall clutching the damaged hand against his chest. “You’re fucking crazy!”

“And you’ll be dead soon anyway.” The blood seeped down darkening the color of his shirt and the smell of the gun discharging turned the acid in my stomach. I should have eaten breakfast before I followed him this morning. I should have stayed in bed and made love to Jude in several positions until my dick was limp. Kills on an empty stomach and unsatisfied desires were never a good idea.

“She’s still a whore,” and this guy just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. I didn’t think I had it in me to make this look like much of an accident after all.

“And you’re a fucking pervert breaking the club’s rules.” I stepped closer to him and he scooted back with nowhere left to go. Fear left his eyes wild and urine stained his pants. He was disgusting.