“Hang on,” he told me. He walked towards the door and locked it and then came back. Before starting back in the conversation he poured me a glass of beer and put it in front of me. The glass was thick and heavy, which was perfect.
“Perfect,” I said.
“What?” he asked me, confused.
“The beer glass, it’s perfect,” I told him. As soon as I said it I grabbed the handle and smashed the glass on the side of his head as hard as I could. Glass and beer flew in the air with the collision and he went down to the ground hard.
I grabbed him under the arms and drug him to the back room and tied him down in the chair with some zip ties I had and got everything ready. I grabbed my necessary supplies from the car and came back in. Now that he was tied down securely it was just a matter of waiting for him to wake up.
He woke up about five minutes later and blinked his eyes slowly before realizing what was happening. He immediately tried to get free but he was tied down too tight.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he asked me. “Do you have any idea who I am? Do you have any idea what I can do to you?” I laughed.
“The way I look at it,” I said and paused, “Nothing. You can’t do a damn thing to me.”
“I have done things you wouldn’t dream of,” he said. His scare tactics weren’t going to work on me for obvious reasons.
“I highly doubt that Brian; I really do.”
“Did I kill a friend of yours or something?” he asked me. “Maybe a relative?”
“What? No,” I told him. “You don’t know who I am? You don’t know the things I’ve done?” I was purely mocking him.
“How would I know who you are?”
“You better sit down for this one,” I said. “Oh, wait,” I laughed at my joke as he was obviously already sitting down. “I’m Wolf.” As I said this he had a look on his face that changed from him thinking to him processing the information and then the look changed to fear.
“No, Wolf is dead,” he said. “I never met him but he is dead.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Who was our boss?” he asked me, an apparent test.
“Charles. And Phil trained me. Justin isn’t dead either; in fact, he hired me to kill you. So doesn’t that just bring shit full circle?”
“You’re working for Justin now?”
“No,” I said aggressively. “I’m not working for Justin. Justin has something of mine and I have to do some things before it will be returned.”
“Don’t kill me, just tell him you did,” he pleaded.
“Brian, I’ll give you a chance to live if you answer my questions and if you don’t, I’m going to stuff those dried ice pieces over there down your throat until it burns through your esophagus and bleeds through until your last breath will be spent choking on your own blood and muscle material.” As I said this his eyes went wide and I had the feeling he had heard about me before and my ways of killing.
“Anything, what do you need to know,” he said quickly, not taking his eyes off the dried ice. I picked up a piece of it with the tongs I had, grabbed the top of his head by his hair and yanked his head back. “I’ll tell you anything,” he said, “I swear.”
“Who else is working for you?” I asked him as I was told to by Justin.
“Nobody,” he told me. “I was running my own gig.”
“I fucking hate liars,” I told him and brought the dried ice closer to his face. I lightly touched it on his nose and it burned him. As I pulled it away his skin stuck to the ice and ripped from his nose.
“I swear, I swear,” he began screaming. “I wanted all the profits for myself.”
“Perfect,” I said. “Sorry about that, but I had to know you were telling the truth.” I still had a hold of his head.
“You’re going to let me go now, right?” he said.
“No,” was all I said before jamming the tongs into his mouth and forcing his mouth closed around the dry ice. He tried to make noise but he couldn’t make any real audible noises. I grabbed another piece with the tongs and jammed it in his mouth too, pushing the first piece down farther. I watched him struggle as the ice burned the inside of his mouth and throat until eventually he could no longer breathe.
His heart stopped shortly thereafter. I took a picture of him and texted it to the number Justin had given me. Proof of my first kill for him to see and shortly after I sent the picture I received a text back.
“Same old Wolf – get to work. I expect more pictures tomorrow,” was all the text said. It infuriated me how calm and collected he seemed to be, but I was determined to just get through this list and get to him so that I could save Emma. That was the only thing on my mind right now and I really didn’t care who I had to go through.
Public Death
I didn’t rest any after the first kill but instead got in my car and drove the two hour drive to the next kill. This one would be a little more difficult as I was going to have to kill the guy in public and get away with it.
I thought about a lot on my drive but one of the things that weighed heavily on my mind was whether I regretted killing Steven or Brian. The more I thought about it the more I realized I didn’t feel bad; in fact I had no guilt. I had often wondered if starting to kill people again would bother me but it wasn’t bothering me. Not necessarily because I felt they deserved to die but because I would kill anybody for Emma and I knew that’s what I was doing right now.
I wouldn’t say she changed me in any way when it comes to my thoughts on killing people, she only changed my selection process because I couldn’t kill her. I think back to that day I decided not to kill her often and I still think it was the best decision of my life. You may be wondering why her when there were plenty of other women and I can’t give you that answer; I just know that when I saw her I knew I couldn’t kill her.
I had about another hour and a half until the first light and probably an hour or so after that so I had some time to kill, no pun intended. People often wondered when I wrote my memoir and it was times like this, on stake outs or standby, that I took the time to write down everything that had happened since I last wrote things down.
I probably appeared somewhat calm with everything given the situations and threats to those I loved but I wasn’t calm; instead I was determined to get everything done with and to make sure everybody was safe. After I ensured those things I fully intended on hunting Justin down and killing him once and for all so that I wouldn’t have to spend time looking over my shoulder.
I had left him for dead twice and I had no idea how he had survived either time but my next opportunity I would make sure he was no longer breathing, no matter what it would take.
I took a brief nap in my car and when I woke up it was light out. I gave my body a little time to fully wake up before getting out and stretching. My target got breakfast at the same place every morning so that would be my first stop.
When I got into the breakfast chain’s restaurant I ordered a coffee and waited for the target. I had looked at his picture a few more times before leaving the car so I knew exactly who I was looking for and about fifteen minutes later he walked through the door.
He was seated just a few tables down from me and before he could even pick up the menu I had grabbed my coffee, got up from my table, and sat down at his.
“Hi,” he said confused. “Do I know you?”
“You don’t,” I told him. “But I have a question or two for you if you don’t mind.” I could see him mulling over some answers in his head when he finally nodded.
“What can I do for you?” He was a pretty tiny guy and I would not have pictured him as a killer. He had a small frame and looked like he could be easily overpowered.
“Who completes your contracts for you?” I asked, following a hunch I had.
“Excuse me?” he said, half panicked, have pretending not to know what I was talking about.
“I know you complete contract kills, but you don’t look much like a killer. So
who completes your contracts for you?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he told me.
“You’re lying,” I told him. “You’re starting to sweat, you looked to the left before you answered me and you’re getting fidgety. Just tell me and I won’t harm you in any way.”
“Who are you?” he asked me.
“Also a contract killer; I was supposed to kill the killer here, but I know it isn’t you. So just tell me who it is and you’ll be okay,” I told him.
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“You don’t,” I told him. “You’re just going to have to take a leap of faith and either tell me the name,” I paused for effect, “Or die. It is your choice.”
“His name is Johnny,” he said, “Now, will you please leave me be.” He was pretty quick to give his buddy up, which showed me he was motivated to live. I took out a piece of paper and a pen and slid it across the table to him.
“Write his address down,” I told him. “Or wherever I can find him right now.” He looked hesitant at first but then wrote down the address as I told him.
“He most likely won’t be up for another couple of hours,” he told me.
“You aren’t going to call him to give him a wake-up warning call are you?” I asked with a smile.
“No, I swear I won’t,” he said. I didn’t say anything before I stood up and began to walk away. I turned back right behind him and he was still staring forward, probably getting ready to give a sigh of relief, thinking he dodged a bullet.
“I know,” I said before removing a knife from a sheath and quickly cutting his neck. His blood poured over my hands as I drew the knife away. People in the restaurant started screaming but I didn’t wait around for anybody to say anything or try and stop me. I was out the door and to my car before they could have even calmed down enough to call the police.
I plugged the address given to me into my phone and followed the directions to Johnny’s place. It was only three blocks away from the restaurant so it didn’t take long to get there. I walked up to the apartment on the address and looked around to make sure nobody saw me.
I turned the handle to find the door was unlocked. Apparently this guy was either really stupid or really over confident. I walked in to find a small, shitty apartment with a damp smell.
It didn’t take me long to maneuver around the place and to make my way to the bedroom where sure enough Johnny was sleeping. I grabbed a shirt from a dresser and walked up to him.
He looked more like a killer, with a pretty big frame. He was sleeping on his stomach, back to me. In a quick swooping motion I brought the shirt down quickly and around his neck and then pulled, placing my knee in his back.
Johnny woke up and began struggling immediately. I could see him try to process what was happening before trying to fight his way out of it. When he realized I could overpower him he must have decided to try and talk his way out of it.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he said with a raspy strained voice due to the constricting fabric on his neck.
“Killing you,” is all I answered.
“I have money, I’ll pay,” he said.
“No thanks,” was all I said before letting go of the shirt, grabbing his head and twisting until I heard his neck break. My hands were still bloody and they left blood all over his face, meaning the cops would link the deaths together, dig into and investigate, link the two men to each other, and probably figure a couple of things out. I was perfectly okay with all of that and I was still kept off the record so it didn’t bother me.
I walked out of the apartment and heard the sirens at the restaurant. Somebody must have taken note of the car I was driving as the cops were next to it. I wiped my hand off on the inside of my shirt before heading down there.
“How’s it going officers?” I asked them.
“Do you know who this car belongs to?” they asked.
“I’m a private investigator,” I told them. I had a badge the chief had given me for my investigation that I showed them. “I was wondering the same thing. I’ve been chasing this guy for days,” I told them. They looked at each other as if they were questioning the validity of my story.
“Well let us know what we can do to help,” one of them finally said.
“Actually,” I told them as I opened the door of the car, “Can you take a look at this?” I said as I motioned towards the car. I got in it, shut the door, and the officer stuck his head through the opened window. I grabbed his head and pushed it against the ceiling hard enough to knock him out. I quickly turned the car on, threw it into drive and peeled out after pushing the car out and away from the car.
I saw the other cop in the rear view mirror hesitate for a second before running to his buddy. It was the exact reaction I was hoping for as it meant nobody would be chasing me quite yet. I texted Justin on the way out of town that I had taken down his target and the killer the guy was using. He responded with another short text telling me to keep at it.
I headed back to the house to clean up and get some rest. The next kills were all going to require some travel and some more planning so I could use the rest given that it was only ten in the morning. There was nothing like killing two people early in the morning.
I rested the rest of the day knowing my next kill was going to be a tough one. I had another two hour drive to the next location and it was going to be more difficult given that it was multiple people. I was to ambush a group of guys that were all killers so I figured I had my work cut out for me.
Group Kill
Killing a group of guys took more work and more preparation. I had to not only mentally prepare by making a plan of attack but I had to mentally prepare for willing my body to overcome the strength and skill of more than one person.
Killing one person was easy, especially if you could sneak up on them. Sneaking up on multiple people wasn’t as easy as you could only surprise one or two of them if they were in a group and then they could get the jump on you, especially if they worked together.
I had killed my share of groups before but I knew it was always trickier; however, I wasn’t concerned, as I knew I had to get this job done. I continued to think and plan in my head on the way to the job since I had a long enough drive.
These days I was rolling around in a 2009 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution for my main traveling car. I had wanted something with fast acceleration but also with a back seat to haul everything I needed around and that was the car that fit my needs. I had plenty of other cars still but this is the one I was using the most.
The Evo was black with black rims. I had gotten the GSR for the suspension settings and the five-speed manual. Normally I would prefer something a little heavier in the event that I thought I may get hit or at least bumped a little but for this job, this car would do.
I got to the building the guys were supposed to be in and pulled out a pair of special binoculars, which detected heat ratings. I looked through them at the building and counted 4 guys around a table on the first floor and two in the same room on the second floor.
I knew I had five total targets so one of them wasn’t a target but would probably end up dying anyways. I figured from the pictures I had I would be able to identify my targets before killing them but sometimes it wasn’t that easy and you would have to kill just to get the job done or keep somebody quiet.
I found my way to the back of the building and found a fire escape. The ladder wasn’t down to the ground but it didn’t take much effort to jump up to it and pull myself up. They were a little creaky and unstable and I was uneasy being on them so I wanted to enter the building as quickly as I could.
I went up one set of stairs on the fire escape and knew it would lead me to the room right next to the room that had the upstairs target with the other person. I tested the window next to the fire escape and it slid up. I assumed they didn’t lock it given that very few people could get up to the window.
I entered quietly and listened to the act
ivity in the room next to me. It now made sense why just one guy was upstairs as I heard a girl moan. This was going to complicate things as women in this situation tend to scream but I really didn’t want to kill her just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I made my way to the hallway and peered in to see him on top of her with his back to me. The good news was I couldn’t even see her so I figured she couldn’t see me. They were making enough noise I wasn’t super worried about the old building creaking any. I pulled a knife out of my pocket and slowly made my way behind him.
In a very quick motion I put my hand over her mouth and stuck the knife directly into his throat and pushed it all the way in. I knew he wouldn’t be able to make much more noise than some choking sounds but it was the girl I was worried about. I pushed him to the side as he was losing life and looked at her, eyes wide, processing what just happened.
She screamed into my hand but my hands were big enough to muffle the sounds so they didn’t travel downstairs. I straddled her to keep her from fighting, my hand still over her mouth. Being over her naked body reminded me of the wild lifestyle I had led before Emma and when I thought about it I still wouldn’t trade anything for what I had now with her.
“This is real simple,” I whispered to her. “If you can be extremely quiet, I’ll let you get dressed, and lead you to the fire escape so you can get out of here. If you can’t be quiet, I have to kill you so you don’t alert them. Nod to show you understand.” My hand was still covering her mouth as she was breathing hard from fear, her breasts rising up and down, her mouth sweating from the fear.
She didn’t move. She just looked at me scared. The guy that had been on her was completely gone now, no longer making choking noises. I saw her eyes flicker his way.
“He’s dead,” I told her. “I’m sorry but I had to do this. Now please answer, can you be quiet?” I asked her. She finally nodded her head. I pulled a gun with a long silencer out and put it to her head. “If you make a sound, I kill you,” I told her.
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