Ghostface Killer(92)

"And what do you want us to do?"

"Pick off the guards as they filter out. I'll take care of Regina."

"What if she runs?" Bull asks.

"She can run, but it won't be faster than my bullet."

"How many bodyguards do you think are in there?"

"Five, usually. She has this one who never leaves her side, Krueger. More than likely, he'll be the one pulling her out."

"Got it. Kill Krueger," Gun affirms.

"Kill them fucking all," I order.

"Oooh," Bull elevates his voice excitedly. "It's gonna be fun working with you."

My heart deflates a little. I wish this was the last time. I wish Ghostface Killer would die with Regina. I just want to be the person Baz wants. A woman. A wife. A mother. Not a killer anymore.

"I can expect you guys to cover me once the shit hits the fan?"

Bull grunts. "Girlie, you don't even know who you're talking to. We have a shit load of slugs that all need good homes. And we're gonna give'em one."




 

 

That comment makes me grin. Gun, Bull, and I may have had a rocky start, but it's good to know they have my back now.

"Okay, I'm going to get this ball rolling. Find your spots. Stay down. Once you reach the edge of the property, the cameras will pick you up."

"We got this." Gun and Bull fist bump, then Gun raises his hand to me. I bump my tiny fist against his massive one. I can't see his smile clearly in the early morning dusk, but I know it's there.

Gun, Bull, and I part ways, the impending future a muddy one.

Following the tree line, I make my way to the house, the ground slowly inclining as I get closer and closer. Once I make it up to the impressive back patio, the Verrazano glitters in the distance. I stared at that bridge for years, counting the lights, contemplating my life. It's ironic it's going to end where it all began.

I keep close to the house and low to the ground. Behind a tall line of bushes is a security panel. It's a secondary one that controls the whole house. It's encased in steel bars, but I know the code. I know all the codes for this massive pile of bricks. I punch in the ten digits on the illuminated keypad, and the lock clicks. A little too loud for my liking. I open the cage, then the door to the panel. The small light inside allows me to see just what I need.

In the center of the box surrounded by wires is another keypad and display screen. I pull up the main menu and punch away. Disarming the cameras, cutting the electricity, and finally punching in the test code to set off the alarm. Benny has this place rigged. The alarm is loud and flashing and obnoxious. It will startle the whole house, which is exactly what I want it to do. I want them to scatter like chickens. I inhale a deep breath then hit the last number to the code. Sirens go off and it begins.

I skirt back down the side of the house, handgun drawn, hiding just at the edge of the back patio. I watch and wait until everyone starts flooding out of the house. It's doesn't take long. Three minutes, tops. The sun is rising, providing plenty of light, allowing me to make out each individual as they exit through the back.

Two nameless guards first, guns drawn. They never see the shots coming. But they're picked off at exactly the same time. Seconds later, Krueger follows with Regina and, holy shit, Desmond right behind him. Now there's a plot twist I didn't foresee.

I would've bet money his body would be decomposing in one of the Island's landfills by now.

Another covert shot flies, and Krueger goes down. Hard. Big lug. I'm not going to miss his surly ass at all. Regina screams, and that's when I make my move.

"G!" I step out of the shadows with my gun pointed right at her head.

She turns, her face morphing from shock to recognition to ridicule in a nanosecond. 

"I should have known it was you."

"I told you I was coming." I walk straight up to her, Desmond shielding her with his body. They're both half naked, Desmond in loose sweat pants, Regina in a ruffly nighty. His face is fucked up. So swollen and black and blue, he's barely recognizable. A thick, white bandage covering the front of his neck. "Stevie," he warns.

I laugh at him. "Seriously, Desmond? I didn't kill you earlier, but I sure as hell will kill you now. You're a fucking traitor! A rat. A snitch! A shitty fucking shot."

"Stevie, back off!" Regina yells at me.

"I don't have to listen to you anymore, G. Not after you tried to kill me. Kill my fucking family!"

"I missed on purpose," Desmond proclaims. "Do you seriously think I couldn't hit one person in that room from the distance I was standing?"

"I don't know what you're capable of. Maybe your adrenaline was running too high? Maybe the guilt of what you were about to do got to you? You looked like complete shit when you walked into that room."