Colby's POV
"Do we have an understanding?" I asked and pressed the knife I was holding against the cheek of my victim.
"Yes! It won't happen again!" The pathetic asshole whimpered as I blinked coldly.
"Good." I said then pulled the knife back and knee'd him in the stomach before turning to walk down the alleyway.
"Nice work, Mr. Brock." Jeremy said as we got in the car.
"It's not over yet." I said then started the car. "What's next?" He asked as I kept my eyes on the road.
"Don't worry about it." I said coldly.
I felt like I was back to my old ways now that I was in charge of the secret society.
I was back on top but I had shut myself back down.
Since Julia I have learned to not get close or show any signs of weakness.
I never forgave myself for what happened with her but I didn't regret my decision.
She was safe when she was away from me.
The thought of her sent a searing pain in my chest so I tried to not do that.
I suppressed all memories of her and kept them locked away. There was no room to be distracted in the position I was in.
"Sam called earlier, I told him you would call him back." Jeremy said as I nodded.
"Great." I said and pulled in front of the building we were supposed to be at.
"You wait here." I said then got out of the car and started walking towards the building.
I pulled out a cigarette and lit it as I walked. It was a habit I picked up again since everything was so stressful.
A simple cigarette could calm me down enough to keep my head on straight.
I walked up to the door to see a large man with his arms crossed. "Name?" He asked and raised his brows.
"I don't need a name." I said then pulled out a taser from my pocket and swiftly brought it to the guys neck, stunning him enough to send him to the ground.
I kept my eyes forward, walking into the club while putting the taser in my pocket again and smoking the cigarette.
I knew I needed to move quickly but I had become so good at this that I knew I would be in and out without a trace.
I walked passed the bar, grabbing a drink that was in a random girls hand.
"Hey!" She said with annoyance as I turned my face, flashing a brilliant smile at her.
This was enough to cause her angry scowl to falter, a look of admiration replacing it.
I licked my lips, keeping my eyes on her for a second before turning my attention forwards again.
I took a sip of the drink, grimacing at the sweetness.
I was more of a straight whiskey kind of guy.
I walked to the end of the bar, leaning on it and finishing my cigarette, smushing it on an ashtray.
After a minute of scoping the crowd, I found my target.
Daniel Reed. A politician who was forging votes. I was hired specifically to take him out without a trace.
My specialty.
