Our Love

Chapter 13

HAYDEN'S POV

My mind focused, I efficiently cleared every matter on my desk before the appointed execution by 1 pm.

Curious on this particular appointment, I chose to go with my men this time - a break from my usual distance.

Jake had the car prepared when I went down. I made sure Sheila was sacked and replaced.

In the car I told Jake casually, "You'll be replacing my secretary." His face drained the color out of him. He wanted to argue. But he didn't.

I fought down a laugh, kept my poker face and said, “Drive.”

The engine whirred to life as we began our drive. Few minutes later, we were there- ready and set with our equipments.

The house already looked familiar - and more shockingly was the person who paid for the hit. One of my business partners. A notorious womanizer.

A knock, and his wife, Cecelia — gentle, graceful — ushered me in with a soft smile. “Oh, you’re here already. Come in.” I noticed a little bruise on her hand hidden beneath her sleeves but brushed it off.

I expected the husband to appear; after all, he was the man who contracted me. “Cecelia, get your husband. We have business,” I said. She blinked. “Why would you need him?” she asked. “Because he’s the target."

Shock pricked me. In the mafia, wives were usually submissive. They didn’t order hits. But Cecelia was not the type to follow a rulebook. She spoke as if reading my thoughts. “I wouldn’t want this. But he sexually assaulted our young son and showed him things a child should never see. I forgave his cheating, but not this.”

But what I didn't know was that I was about to meet as headstrong as my mother- and even worse.

Her reason made sense and it gave me an urge to deeply root a bullet in his head.

My blood boiled as I wondered what type of trauma that kid would be experiencing at such a tender age.

"Where is he?" I asked. "In his room with another woman." Nodding my head I commanded,"Keep your son occupied, he shouldn't see this."

She nodding in understanding and scurried off while I went to finish him off.

I found him exactly where she said- on his bed, butt naked with another woman.

Cocking my gun, I slowly made my way towards him. "Well, well, well, Sorrento, you've done it again." Sorrento terrified on hearing my voice shifted away from the woman, while she ran away in fear.

My attention fully on him, I said,"All stories come to an end and do has yours.". He begged like a boy. “Please, Master Hayden— I swear I’ll stop.” My laugh filled the room. “Stop? You never stop, Sorrento. You don’t know how."

Pointing the gun at him, I reminded him,"Rule no. 1, Respect your wife" while shooting him twice in the forehead.

My men moved like a shadow - swiftly cleaning, carrying, and erasing his existence.

As we left, Cecelia met us with a quiet, tired smile. Her perfume faint, “Thank you, Master Hayden. We’re grateful.” I passed her, sliding into the car, when my phone buzzed — Mother calling.