Page 19 of Ricochet
“But that doesn’t help me, which means,” I smirked at her, “that this was just a waste of my time.”
“What—”
The Syndicate had one rule that had to be followed no matter what. One rule, that if broken, could cost us all our lives, freedom and our families.
No witnesses. It didn’t matter if they were young or old, children or adults, they had to be removed. We couldn’t have all these people running around trying to destroy us.
And this boy… This boy could be one of them if kept alive.
Before she could finish the sentence, I sliced the blade across the boy’s throat. Blood rushed out immediately, and the gurgling sounds of him choking echoed around us. She screamed, but I could only see red coating his blue shirt. His eyes lost focus, and I grabbed his throat, squeezing the blood out. Misha’s little body collapsed to the floor, his blood coloring the white carpet red.
“Misha!” I wiped the blade of the knife on the back of his shirt. I really hated it when they bled so much. Who would’ve thought that a toddler could have such an amount of blood? I mean, I didn’t cut through his artery.
“Murderer!” She continued her screaming. “Psychopath! What have you done?” Her full body was shaking, and I understood where she was coming from. Not that I cared, but still. I noticed a tray on the kitchen table filled with what seemed to be chocolate cookies.
“Oh.” I stepped around the body and walked toward them. “Are these chocolate ones?”
“I am going to kill you, you fucking bitch!”
They seemed like chocolate ones. The ones with raisins were always disgusting to me, so it was chocolate or nothing.
“Can I take one?” I asked her as she struggled to get free. “I will take one. I hope you don’t mind, but I haven’t had chocolate in quite some time.”
“I am going to gut you like an animal. Slice your chest open and watch you bleed.”
I bit into the cookie, the softness melting in my mouth. I almost moaned from the attack on my taste buds. It was really tasty.
“You killed my baby.” She started crying again. “You killed the sun of my life. My sunshine, my little bear.”
Should I take another one? Maybe one more, just for the road.
“How could you do this?”
I strapped the knife inside its holder, and pulled the gun already equipped with a silencer. I took another bite, and lifted the gun with my left hand, pointing it at her.
“You’re a devil!”
And everybody else was a saint. Yeah, yeah, I’ve heard the story before.
“You will burn in Hell!”
“Lady,” I swallowed, “I am already in Hell.” Her head flew backwards as I released the bullet from the gun.
“Jesus fuck.” I placed the gun on top of the table. “She was talking too much.”
Just as I took another cookie, my phone rang, the display showing my father’s number.
“Funeral services,” I joked. “This is Ophelia speaking.”
“Cut the crap,” he barked out. “Is it done?”
I bit into the cookie and started chewing. “Yep.”
“Are you eating?”
“Yep.” This thing was really delicious. Shit, I needed to find out which recipe she was using.
“You’re unbelievable.”
