CHAPTER 67 Kill Shot


    oney Bee is no other than… Contestant Number Eight, Miss Ma


    ly, it was over. Honestly, I disliked beauty pageants. Everything was fake. A dazzling duction to


    showcase an illusion of perfection. For me, true beauty shines from within.


    nced at my watch. It was just a little after midnight. As the crowd moved away from the stage, I got a


    clear view of the judges table. I watched Liam quickly stand up, ncing down at his phone. He ran his


    fingers through his hair, evidently frustrated, but quickly hid his frustration with a smile as Joy stood up


    from her chair.


    Liam suddenly wrapped his arms around Joy and kissed her tenderly on the forehead. I noticed his lips


    lingered on the top of her head while he kept Joy in his embrace a while longer.


    Liam was falling in love with Joy.


    He squeezed her in his arms onest time before finally letting her go. I noticed he appeared, to look


    distressed, but he continued to smile at loy, even caressing her face while saying his goodbyes.


    After Joy kissed him on the cheek, Liam quickly left her and answered his phone. When he reached


    Jack, he tapped the Undersheriff on the arm, gesturing to Jack to follow him.


    They werete.


    “Excuse me, Bo, I just need to go to thedies’,” Cynthia said suddenly, standing up from her chair


    quite unsteadily. I quickly stood up to assist her, grabbing her hand to keep her from falling.


    Mission aplished. After four bottles of champagne, she was drunk enough to manipte.


    Good thing the crowd immediately thinned out after the winner of Miss Honey Bee was announced. I


    decided it was best if I walked her to thedies’ room. If she fell and broke her hip, it would definitely


    ruin my ns.


    “I’ll escort you to thedies’, my dear,” I said while circling my arm around her waist. She


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    ed gratefully before resting her head on my chest. “Then I’ll drive you home.”


    As I led her to the restroom, the song ‘Lady in Red’ began to y. I smirked, knowing Cristos. was


    behind it.


    “I love this song!” Cynthia eximed while struggling to walk straight. “How is it possible that I’m drunk


    and you aren’t? You even drank more than I did.”


    “Champagne is all bubbles. I usually drink boubon or whisky,” I answered. “Just like my brother.”


    “Are Dom and you close?” She asked, lifting her head to look at me. “I understand you are half-


    brothers.” I rubbed my nose against hers. She giggled.


    “Yes, we are,” I replied. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for him.”


    “I’m envious,” she muttered. “Growing up, I always wished I had a sibling I could count on.”


    Well, you don’t need a sibling. All you need is a good man in your life,” I remarked, winking at her. She


    sighed dreamily and rested her head on my chest.


    As we slowly walked through the pub, I saw Liam and Jack leave, I watched Joy and Cristos joke


    around in the DJ booth and I noticed Sebastian flirting with the winner of the pageant, Ma Lawrence.


    Cynthia lifted her head from my chest to see who I was staring at. Good thing it wasn’t Joy and Cristos.


    “Ah, I see Dom is talking to one of the part-timers at the diner,” she revealed. No wonder Ma looked


    familiar. “You probably know her. Dark hair, baggy clothes. Poor girl needs to work because her


    alcoholic mother is always too drunk to hold a job. The prize money from this


    pageant will help pay for college. Just don’t let the innocent look fool you. On the weekends, she works


    as a stripper in Bismarck and deals on the side.”


    “Deals what?” I asked nonchntly. If I could remember the ck sling bag on Ma’s shoulder, I bet


    Sebastian could too.


    I nced at Sebastian and noticed he was enjoying himself while he worked his magic. But from where


    I was standing, he didn’t need to do much work. Ma kept flipping her hair, trying to act coy, but her


    smile was a full-on invitation.


    I wondered what information little Ma Lawrence had to offer.


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    ugs, sweetheart. She deals drugs.” Cynthia answered, stopping in front of thedies”. Just destroy her


    competition, Cynthia betrayed the organization. The Angels of Darkness were a bunch of spineless


    nitwits.


    I opened the door and ushered her inside..


    “I’ll wait for you here, sweetheart,” I said, then blew her a kiss. She yfully caught my kiss in her


    hands before disappearing inside the restroom.


    I sighed, relieved I could have a few moments alone. Plus, her cheap perfume was nauseating.


    “Boats are in the water,” Big Man Lou said over thes. “I repeat, boats are in the water. Leave no


    one alive.”


    I fixed my suit and smiled.


    Everything was going ording to n.


    It was a fifteen minute drive from the pub to Hillcrest. By the time Liam arrives at the dock, his men will


    be at the bottom of theke, his ‘delivery’ in our custody and the boats scat tered all over theke.


    empty,


    Several minutes had gone by when the door of thedies’ room finally opened. Cynthia looked much


    better, but she was still obviously drunk.


    It was time to give her a taste of Bo Xavier.


    While Cynthia was in thedies’, I watched Joy. The way she moved in that tight yellow dress of hers


    made me hard with desire.


    I pushed Cynthia against the wall, pinning her body with mine and rubbing my


    my erection against her loins. I gently caressed the side of her neck with my tongue, then I imed her


    lips for a searing kiss.


    When I finally raised my head, we were both gasping for air. She, because of passion; me, because of


    disgust. While she leaned on the wall and reveled in our kiss, I discreetly wiped her horrid taste fromThis belongs ? N?velDra/ma.Org.


    my mouth.


    “Come on,” I said, wrapping my arm around her waist. “Let me drive you home. Did you bring your


    car?”


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    “No.”


    swered sheepishly. “Norma dropped me off. She said I had a better chance of you. rive me home if I


    left my car at home.”


    she was right,” I replied. “Is Pete home to take care of you?”


    “Then I’ll take care of you.” She giggled and rested her head on my arm, allowing me to take charge.


    I waved goodbye to Cristos who was standing behind the bar speaking to Joy, Lisa, Nicole and Noah.


    Noah sat beside Joy, looking up and down at her appreciatively, while Nicole, who was seated at the


    other end, squirmed in her stool.


    Nicole caught me staring at her through the bar wall mirror and turned around to wave at me. I waved


    back.


    Nicole was definitely a spy. She reported to many, but where her loyalties lie remained a mystery, even


    if she was f ucking Noah.


    Outside, Sebastian was driving off with Ma Lawrence in the front seat. He rolled down his window


    and gestured to me with his hands. I nodded my head, understanding what he meant to say without an


    exchange of words..


    After assisting Cynthia in the front seat, I switcheds tomunicate with Sam.


    “We’re on our way,” I said as I walked to the driver’s side of my car.


    “Copy.”


    I drove as quickly as I could to Hignd Oaks, not wanting my second inmand to have other


    duties while working on Hillcrest. Technically, he was there, but he had one thing to do for me before he


    could provide cover for our men who were in theke risking their lives.


    After parking in front of the beautiful two storey modern styled home of the McDowells, I helped Cynthia


    out of the car and walked her to her doorstep. We sauntered on her newly mowedwn, as she


    rummaged through her small purse for her keys.


    “How about I give you a tour of the house?” She asked, finally finding her keys and walking up on the


    te gray tiled staircase to her front door.


    I smiled at her. I was hoping she’d ask me inside.


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    “I’d like that, but you’re drunk and it’ste,” I answered, acting like a gentleman. “You can give me a


    tourter today after we’ve had dinner.” I reached for her hand after she opened the door and raised it


    to my lips. I rubbed my lips on her palm while I waited for her answer.


    A promise of tomorrow usually made someone desperately wish for it to be today. I was hoping Cynthia


    was desperate… and she was.


    “There’s this painting I want to show you,” she insisted. She pushed the door wide open, turned on the


    lights and pulled me inside. “I want your honest opinion.” She dropped her purse on the


    the shiny ck table in her foyer and led me to her living room.


    I surveyed the big space. A lone long white couch with a matching rectangr white wood. coffee table


    stood atop a fluffy white marble rug covering the light cream colored hardwood floors. A white light


    instation hung from the tall ceiling above. The living room area was surrounded by tall windows


    without any drapes. I also noticed there were no CCTV cameras


    in the house. Sure, there were cameras outside, but none were facing the inside.


    No CCTV cameras and tall white paned windows all around… the McDowells were very


    arrogant.


    Arge painting of her sitting on an antique lounge chair wearing a 1920’s pper dress sat atop the


    mantle of her modern firece at the center of the living room. She pulled me towards the painting and


    pointed at it. I walked up to the firece, touching the white. wooden mantle.


    “Target acquired,” I heard Sam say softly through my earpiece. I stood in ce, hoping she would


    follow my lead and just stand there beside me, in front of her atrocious painting.


    “What do you think?” Cynthia asked excitedly. “I think it’s a keeper,” she said confidently, thinking I


    would agree with her.


    But instead of giving her my opinion, I ordered $am to shoot.


    “Fire,” I said loudly. She quickly turned her head to look at me, her brow furrowed, visibly confused.


    “I’m sorry, did you just say-”


    The sudden sound of the window shattering into pieces erupted from behind us, instantly frightening


    Cynthia. But before she could react, the bullet pierced the right side of her torso. where her liver is


    supposed to be.


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    ct kill shot.


    she fell into my arms, hyperventting, her eyes wide, scared, and disoriented. Her mouth opened, but


    no sound came out… she was struggling to find words to describe what she was. feeling.


    I pulled out my phone from my pocket and calmly dialed 911. “C-can y-you send an a- ambnce to


    Hignd Oaks? T-the McDowell residence. M-my friend, Cynthia, has been s- shot. P-please hurry,” I


    said in a quavering voice. I needed to pretend I was terrified.


    I hung up my phone and stared down at her pale and frightened face.


    Poor Cynthia.


    I couldn’t help, but feel smug.


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