An Eye For An Eye (The Club #11) by M.C. Cerny Page B

the handicap spot. The back of my neck tingles as Sorenson gets out and opens the door. He’s probably the only man in Texas who wears a three piece suit and a fedora year round. I looked back and forth between my mentor and my mark.
    Fuck.
    He’s playing with me.
    I don’t have many options here and even less when the door opens and pale legs exit the passenger side of the car. My stomach bottoms out to see Jude come out of the car, a smile on her lips and Sorenson handing her a pair of large oversized sunglasses to wear.
    “What the hell kind of game are you playing here, Sorenson?” I muttered to myself knowing what I had to do. As if he could hear me over the busy street he turned and gave me a nod of his head tipping his hat off to me regally. The man has a lot of balls. I’m screwed, royally screwed. I was supposed to protect her, not fuck her and now he knows something is up. Sorenson always seems to know. I take off on foot to catch Kenneth Halstad and leave Jude with a wolf in sheep’s clothing I’ll have to deal with later.  
    I pursued the mark, no longer a human living thing in my mind, down the main street thoroughfare. Compartmentalizing each kill kept me sane and was necessary.
    He ducked down an alley disappearing from sight for a second. I turned down the alley expecting to surprise him. Instead he jumps me with a metal bar swinging at my head. I flew back instinctively pissed I wasn’t more aware that he might have spotted me. Thinking of Jude kept me off kilter.
    “Fuck!”
    “You’re following me!”
    “Observant.” I grunted dodging another attempted blow which sparks when the metal bar hits the metal drainpipe coming off the brick building’s façade.
    Clang!
    Clang!
    The vibrations intensified as he gets closer to me. I taunt him to the left and he countered. “What do you want? I barely touched that whore last night! How was I to know you claimed her as your sub?”
    Roaring with anger barely contained under the surface, I charged him. I grabbed the bar and pull swinging it in a wide arc to clatter against the asphalt.
    “She’s not my sub.” Growling I spit the words out.
    “Pity, she’d make a good one with the right hand.”
    “It’s your heavy hand that’s going to pay first.” I aimed the gun at his left hand and fired discharging the bullet into bone and flesh.
    “Ahhhh!” He fell against the wall clutching the damaged hand against his chest. “You’re fucking crazy!”
    “And you’ll be dead soon anyway.” The blood seeped down darkening the color of his shirt and the smell of the gun discharging turned the acid in my stomach. I should have eaten breakfast before I followed him this morning. I should have stayed in bed and made love to Jude in several positions until my dick was limp. Kills on an empty stomach and unsatisfied desires were never a good idea.
    “She’s still a whore,” and this guy just couldn’t keep his mouth shut. I didn’t think I had it in me to make this look like much of an accident after all.
    “And you’re a fucking pervert breaking the club’s rules.” I stepped closer to him and he scooted back with nowhere left to go. Fear left his eyes wild and urine stained his pants. He was disgusting.
    “So fucking what? She asked for it coming with my stupid little twat.” He spits in my direction and I decide death might be too good a punishment for him.
    Pissed I grabbed his face with my gloved hand taking him off guard as I picked him up bodily and slammed him into the building.
    “You don’t get to speak about her. You will never touch her, utter a word to her, or look at her again. This is about what your father did years ago at the Karim Academy.” His eyes lit up like wildfire and recognition bloomed.
    “I don’t–”
    “Yeah, don’t. We both know you knew what he was doing, the sex trafficking, telling lies that those poor girls dropped out to take nanny jobs or transferred to another school. All of it lies.”
    “I had