“Yes, how do you want us to do it?” the voice on the other end asked.
The man was Venom—the notorious thug leader of the city, infamous for taking on dirty jobs no one else dared touch.
“I want you to ambush her on her way back,” Zoe hissed into the phone, his tone dripping with venom of its own. “Ram her car off the road, finish her off, and make it look like a car accident. That way, no one links it back to us.”
Venom chuckled darkly. “Easy enough. How much are you paying?”
“Hundred thousand dollars,” Zoe said coldly. “And if you do it clean, if you impress me, I will add another fifty thousand.”
Venom howled with delight. “Ha! That’s easy money. Don’t worry, boss, she won’t survive the night. Just send me the car’s plate number and we’ll take care of it.”
“Good,” Zoe added, his li
