Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49989 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 167(@300wpm)
Her father was a member of the Circle of Monsters, which meant she was always going to live with a price on her head.
Like himself, Target had gained a reputation over the years, one that wasn’t going to end well if he wasn’t careful.
“You’re full of bullshit answers, Viko. So why don’t you do us all a favor and fuck off?” Boss never lost his temper. He was the perfect epitome of calm. He wasn’t calm now.
Viko glared, and Priest wanted to kill him now, but to do so would unleash a war nobody wanted. There was no getting away from that. It angered him.
He was tied. So was Boss.
He had no doubt Boss wanted to kill Viko. The Circle of Monsters was a pain in all of their asses, but there were times they did good deeds, which only served to piss Priest off more. It was how he felt about Target. That fucker had taken his revenge from him, and he was annoyed and frustrated because Target had simply gotten there first. Priest hadn’t been able to take out the bad guys, Target had.
That was all.
“I would love to fuck off out of this shit hole you call a life, Boss, but we had a deal, remember?”
Boss’s hands clenched into fists. “I provided my end of the deal, fucker. Now it’s your turn to deal with the rest. It’s not my fault it became a bloodbath.”
Priest wasn’t exactly sure what kind of deals Boss was making with Viko, but it would explain his sucky attitude.
Viko and Boss looked at him.
“What?” Priest asked.
“Target would like a word with you, and then, he’d like a moment with his daughter.”
“How do I know he won’t kill her? Harm her?”
Viko tilted his head back and his lips moved. “No wonder you bastards never get anything done. You’re so fucking stupid, you have your heads up your asses. Why would Target hurt his own daughter, you fucking imbecile?”
“He put her in foster care! That doesn’t strike me as someone who fucking cares.”
“She was in there because he cared enough to do that.” Viko shook his head. “I don’t know what it is about you people.” He tutted. “Allowing shooters to get blown up before you get the decent amount of information. Amateurs.”
Viko and Boss were going to come to blows soon, and Priest didn’t want to be there for that to happen. There would definitely be a bloodbath if more people got involved, and right now, he just wanted to go to Cleo. To put this rift that seemed to be dividing them right.
It wasn’t her fault about her father, and if truth be known, it also wasn’t Target’s fault. Leaving the room, he made his way upstairs, only to come to a stop when he saw Target standing there with his arms folded, waiting for him.
“Hello, Priest,” Target said.
For a split second, Priest wanted to smash his fist into the man’s face, but he held himself back. There was no point in allowing this moment to escalate. It wouldn’t do either of them any good.
“Target,” he said. His gun was in his waistband. It would be so easy for him to get it, aim, and shoot, but he didn’t reach for it.
The temptation was strong. So fucking strong, but he couldn’t do that to Cleo.
“I had a job to do, Priest.”
“It was a simple hit. You didn’t have to do it.”
“You didn’t know about the shipment of young girls, did you?” Target asked. “You ever wonder why Cleo was moved from one care home, and suddenly placed in another with no idea how she got there?”
Priest frowned.
Target chuckled. “That’s right. It was hard to find all of Cleo’s information. I’ve been accused of a lot of things in my life, and many of them are true, but not caring for my daughter, not loving her, that is the biggest lie of all. Cleo’s mother died because of me, because of what I do. We had Cleo at this point, and I knew I couldn’t take care of her, so I placed her in a care home, not far from where I had an apartment. What I wasn’t prepared for was … your hit. He was a man who liked underaged girls, and the care home where I’d placed her was rounding up the young girls. They did this every so many years and made it look like an escape pact. In reality, they were sending them off to their fate. To be used. To be raped. To be put to work.” Target stopped, and Priest knew this was hard for him. “I know it wasn’t my hit, but my little girl’s life was in danger, Priest. I would do anything for her, and I did. I killed all of them, got the other girls to a safe place, and then I placed Cleo where she’d be better taken care of.”