6. Chapter Five

Chapter Five

The pretty boy FBI agent gets into his fancy black car and drives off. I stare at the car as it disappears down the street, and shift in my driver's seat to get more comfortable.

Justin Lorenzetti sits inside the diner, sipping coffee that tastes like mud mixed with dog piss. He met with the FBI to get information on me. I hear there's a bounty on my head worth five mil. It's a decent price but not worth it in my opinion. I'm a dangerous guy. Not very well known here in the states, but that's slowly changing. Well, sort of. They'll never know the real me, just the image I'm creating of myself.

I came here to do a job, and plan on having some fun while I get it done. I don't do well sitting still. The more I have to keep myself busy, the better it is for everyone.

Living in the states is not in my future, but the legacy of me? That can live here forever. I'm going to make sure of it. I've already got a great start.

Eleven down, many more to go.

Who will be the next? It's as much fun for me to find out as it is for everyone else.

The way things turn in a full circle is so fucking thrilling. It's a small world, and it seems it's only getting smaller.

Remington Bellanca, the guy Justin works for, is on my list. Mostly because he's an annoying, immature, arrogant prick who thinks he's above everyone. Also, he's a mafia head and that's all you need to be on my list. Why?

Why the fuck not?

Baby Bellanca is ballsy sending his men after me, especially after what I've been doing is all over the news. Has he not seen the crime scenes? My works of art make headlines each and every time. There's no way he hasn't seen what I'm capable of. Though, it's probably why he's sending others after me and not doing it himself. He's scared.

That's the whole fucking point.

Oh, but how entertaining it is.

None of his guys, or anyone else's guys, are good enough to kill me. Justin thinks he is, and it's adorable. I do think he's good enough to find me, and I hope he does. I want him to. It'll make the game more fun. But kill me he will not.

When I came to the states, I had a plan. Do my job. Go home. That plan quickly shifted, thanks to finding out Justin "Hawk" Lorenzetti was after me. What a wonderful surprise that was.

He has eight opportunities left. Eight letters until my name is finished. Eight letters until the entire game changes, and I'm royally fucked.

Let's hope I can get him out of my system by then or I'm going to be in a world of shit. Something I don't want to deal with, but I've never been good at ignoring the things I want. Impulse control issues maybe. Who the fuck knows?

Justin stands from the table and my gaze dips to the way his jeans hug his thick thighs and around his cock. He's hot as hell. Tattoos, neat hair, clean shaven face, and eyes that call to my soul. He's tall, built, and confident. He's also funny, but he doesn't know I know that yet. Because Justin doesn't know I've been following him ever since I let him go. He also doesn't know that he won't make it to that wedding tomorrow because he'll be with me. If he thinks he'll be going on any dates with anyone who isn't me for the foreseeable future, he's got another thing coming. I'll kill anyone who even dares to look at what's mine. And Justin? He's unofficially mine.

Justin throws down a wad of cash on the table, even though the FBI agent already paid, then walks out, heading down the street toward his condo. He should know his need to walk everywhere makes it easier to track him. It's almost like he wants to get caught. Almost like he's taunting me. Like he's begging for me to snatch him up and throw him into the car and take him back to the cabin.

Once I'm sure he's gone far enough he won't see me, I get out of my car and go inside the diner. I hand the waitress an envelope with a stack of money inside, walk to the table Justin was sitting at, and pull the microphone from beneath it. Justin makes following him way too easy. Tapping his house was too easy. With the line of work he's in, you'd think he'd be more cautious. Especially after I told him I'd take him again. It's just another thing that makes me think he wants to be caught. That he wants me. That should make this boring, but for some reason, it has me giddy. Eager to give him exactly what he wants.

"See you later, Sev," the waitress calls. That's Ginny. She's a sweet old lady. Been helping me out for years. I've got eyes and ears all over the country. People no one would expect. Like the sweet little grandma, Ginny Mercer, who's been working at this diner since it opened. Whoever would think she'd take money to help out a serial killer hitman bounty hunter psychopath? No one, that's who. But it pays both ways to know people, even if I don't make it a habit to spend time in this country. It's always good to have plans.

I head to my car and pull up my phone to check the tracker on Justin's phone. For a smart man, he really is stupid. He's too caught up in trying to find me that he has no idea I know his every move. And that is his first mistake. Too bad for him I'm going to have so much damn fun teaching him a lesson.