Posted at 6:31 am on Jan 9, 2014 by:
Sheri Stull
No good deed goes unpunished.
“That son of a bitch’ She growled, eyes wide in disbelief as she studied the message again, sure that there had to be a mistake here.
Stupid, how had she been so stupid to let that asshole talk her into leaving the apartment that night? She’d tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, and here he had gone and thrown her under the bus, made a look foolish and incapable as well as untrustworthy to boot. Unless she did something to quickly rectify the situation she was sure that it wouldn’t be long before another employee showed up at her own apartment or caught her out on the street to do what she should have done to that asshole a few days ago instead of buying his story about just waiting for the right moment to strike.
She studied the picture attached to the text, eyes narrowing as she took in the spectacle of Deadblood standing in the ring, arms raised in victory with the very man he was contracted to kill. She’d been there that night, and apparently she hadn’t been the only one watching, as she’d predicted.
That thought sent her heart pounding even faster, wondering if there would be someone waiting just around the corner to talk to her about her own failure to carry out the job she’d been sent to do. The message had alluded to as much, and that was what really scared her. She’d have to act swiftly, there was much to do. Aside from taking care of Deadblood and the mess that would likely result from that she’d have to go and take care of his contract as well, all before the company decided to go through with that thinly veiled threat.
Sheri began to walk briskly to her car, fists tightened, eyes like flint as the car door swung open for her. She mentally slammed it, so angry she could hardly see straight. When she found that asshole, she was going to make him suffer.
