Fang was quiet a moment. “What do you want done?”
“I’m going to send you information on three men, I want them dead within the next seventy-two hours. No witnesses.”
Fang whistled low. “Who pissed you off, boss?”
“Just see this done, and tell no one.”
“Right.”
“Nix?” Aidra called his name as he ended the call with Fang.
“What?” He was distracted, thinking of his next step.
Thinking of Luna and where she was.
Thinking of how he would sleep next to her this very night without breathing a word of what he knew.
“I have someone who wants to speak with you.”
He only just noticed that Aidra was on the phone, her mobile extended in his direction now. She looked a bit paler, but that was understandable considering what they had just learned.
“I’m not taking calls right now.”
“He insists—”
“What part of that did you not understand?” Kit snapped as he dropped into his seat and yanked on his seatbelt.
“He says he’s the one that’s responsible for what happened to Uilleam,” Aidra said in a rush, shoving the phone into his hand before he could say anymore.
“You must have a death wish,” Kit said the moment he had it to his ear.
“I’m afraid not,” the caller said, a smile in his voice. “My name is Elias Harrington and I was hoping to have a meeting with you for nine tomorrow morning.”
No, the man definitely had a death wish.
“I’ll send you my information. Oh, and please be on time, sometimes bullets fly when I’m being kept waiting.”
In the span of an hour, Kit’s entire world had become fucked.
The world was full of killers—people willing to pick up a gun and end the life of someone that crossed them in some arbitrary way.
Then there was Kit.
He wasn’t just a killer, nor could he be compared to any other man that called himself that. There was no power exchange for him, no sexual pleasure elicited when he took someone’s life.
It was cold.
Methodical.
He did what the assignment asked for and nothing more.
But sometimes, that cool exterior cracked, revealing the darker monster that concealed itself beneath his skin. If there was one thing to be said about the man, he considered family sacred—no matter how much he often thought about hurting his brother.
No one crossed his family without answering to him.
So whoever this Elias Harrington was, he would soon learn that lesson the hard way.
Uilleam wasn’t like him. He had remained at home, learning the trade of their father as opposed to the teachings of their uncle. While Kit still had the knowledge to work as a fixer of sorts in the business, he was gifted when it came to executions.
Assassinations.
It was just as easy for him to make the killings look like accidents, as well as make sure the message of that person’s death reached the right people.
He was good at it.
His brother didn’t take revenge by simply taking a life, he made them suffer for years until he was tired of playing with his enemies’ lives, and only then would he put them out of their misery.
Kit was satisfied with a bullet to the head.
For the first time in a long time, as Kit dressed that morning, he didn’t select a suit for its visual appeal, he ventured to the back of his closet where custom threads hung in a special cabinet.
The seven suits inside had cost him a fortune, but he had willingly handed over the money because to him, they were worth it.
These wouldn’t show the lines of the bullet proof vest he strapped to his chest. They also were made to cover any weaponry he had on him.
On the outside, he appeared as any other businessman might in a city like Manhattan, but beneath the fine clothes lay an arsenal and a man that knew how to wield them well.
For his meeting with Elias, he’d opted to go alone, leaving Aidra with the Wild Bunch who he’d explicitly instructed to shadow Luna wherever she went. He couldn’t hold her captive in the safe house—she wouldn’t stand for it—and because he was relatively sure that it hadn’t been about her the day Uilleam was shot, he allowed her to resume her work.
Even if it didn’t sit well with him.
His desire to protect her, and her desire to be independent clashed. She liked to think he was overprotective, that he worried for nothing considering he had been the one to teach her everything she knew, but she didn’t see herself the way he did.
Luna wasn’t weak—he knew this. But he also knew that despite what she thought, her heart often led her actions.
Fortunately, this hadn’t been much of a problem over the years for them, but he knew with some certainty that it would eventually.
Stepping out of his car, Kit eyed the villa in the distance. Either Elias was incredibly brave, or incredibly stupid since Kit could only see three men standing outside of the home.
It only took a moment of sizing up to see that they were ill equipped and lacked the skills needed to truly act as security for someone.