Page 86 of Protected By Him
Getting tired of listening to him, I flip my gun so I’m holding the barrel. I swing it down, his nose giving a satisfying crack. Blood pours down his face.
Having had my fun, I put my gun away and pick the duct tape back up, ripping off another piece. I slap it onto his mouth to muffle his wails.
“Have a nice life, you disgusting excuse for a human. I hope everyone in prison with you finds out you were a fed.”
I smirk as his yells behind the tape increase, and he jumps in the chair, almost knocking it over.
“Careful, you probably don’t want to fall over because I’m not sure how long it’ll take to find you. Might be even more uncomfortable if you are lying on your side for an extended amount of time.”
His chest heaves, but he stops struggling.
“Have a nice life, Jenson. Hope it’s a short one.”
I turn and walk casually out of his house and to my borrowed, untraceable vehicle, thanks to one shady skip tracer hidden nearby. Once I’m safely inside, I retrieve my phone and connect the call I’ve been looking forward to making.
“Murray, what can I do for you?”
“I have a present for you, Franklin.”
Silence.
I rattle off the address.
“And what am I going to find at this address?”
I glance back at the house in question. “Like I said, a present. One you’ve been looking for but were unable to find.”
“Is this present alive?”
“At the moment, yes.”
“Do I want to know how you found him before multiple federal agencies?”
“Just consider me a freelancer. An upstanding citizen doing a public service. Or better yet, an anonymous source. Whatever makes you feel better.”
He barks out a laugh. “Fucking hell. This is going to be a bitch to explain.”
“Harder to explain than this dick being on the run for months after working with criminals to get one of your witnesses killed?”
“Point taken, you dick.” His response pulls another smile from me. “The US government thanks you for your service.”
“Trust me, my pleasure.” I start the engine. “Oh, one more thing. The broken nose was self-inflicted.”
I disconnect the call as his laughter comes through the speaker. Pulling out onto the road, I head back to the rest of my life.
