Chapter Fourteen
Priest didn’t like the fact Boss had turned up and told him Cleo had to stay behind. He also didn’t like that he’d been given a key, a single gun, and a location. There was no backup. No one was coming to help him. Boss didn’t even give him a warning, or any kind of information.
All he had to go on was … faith.
Faith and trust in Boss. He had no doubt when it came to Boss.
Priest checked out at the hotel building where he was supposed to go. It was dark outside, and rain still poured down, drenching everything in sight. The only sound he heard was the constant static of it falling on his roof.
He liked the rain. It always helped to come down and wash away all the blood that soaked the floor or bodies.
He couldn’t stay in his car all night.
This was a job.
A hit.
Stepping out of his car, he kept to the shadows, not knowing what faced him. Boss hadn’t given him any other information other than he believed he wanted to be the one to deal with this. What he wanted to be was handling the shooter.
That was where he wished to be.
Not here. Not dealing with the unknown. Although for many years, this was exactly what he’d been dealing with. The unknown.
Boss had handed out many assignments over the years. Most of them with a warning of death. He’d always taken them.
Had Boss done this on purpose?
Priest didn’t always understand the leader of Killer of Kings. The guy had so much going on, it was hard to get a clear visual on exactly the kind of man he was.
When he finally got married, Priest thought he understood him better, but he didn’t. The woman Boss was married to, Widow Maker, was a deadly assassin. She had once worked for the Circle of Monsters, and now she actually worked with Boss.
They were not employer or employee. Husband and wife. A team.
He couldn’t help but think about Cleo. He missed her so damn much. Wanted to make everything right for her.
Was this what Boss was trying to do? Give him a taste of what he’d be missing out on? To make a choice between Cleo or Killer of Kings?
Several of the guys who worked for Boss had found their soul mates. They were able to do both. Why not him?
Priest stood at the hotel room door and typed in the code he’d memorized. A buzz followed, and he pushed against the door. It opened instantly.
He checked the main wall to see the layout of the apartments, then took the stairs. He hated taking elevators and often avoided them when he was on a mission. They were only good for the element of surprise when he knew the complete layout of the land.
In this situation, he didn’t know anything. This wasn’t the first time that he’d been on a mission like this, but it certainly was the first one where he felt a little … uneasy.
Why?
Priest took the steps, holding his gun ready, checking each stairwell. He didn’t like the shadows. He was used to lurking in them, and now, they held potential enemies who wanted him dead.
Rounding the corner, he aimed his gun up, getting ready to shoot, but there was no one there, so he cleared the first floor.
This was a standard job right now. Nothing high risk. Or at least, nothing of a higher risk. He didn’t get it.
Then her face flashed in his mind.
Cleo.
The woman who entered his world in a talking heatwave. The one he couldn’t get out of his head, nor did he want to. Fuck, he was in love with her.