Chapter 137

The Predator

The fucking room reeked.

And I fucking didn’t know why the hell I was sitting between morons when it should be my bullet and their empty heads.

I mindlessly played with the cane propped beside me like the useless crutch it was. My shades stayed on. Another loop hole. A lie I'd mastered. Lucius knew about my blindness, but the fact that he hadn’t snitched, I was underestimating him.

Ignorance was their leash, and I held it tight in my fist.

The board members shuffled, suits rustled and uneasy eyes darted toward me, avoiding me, doubting me. Just how I liked it. Just not this time. I had places to be rather than here.

“Sir, we’ve run into... obstacles,” one of them muttered in Russian—Gavril. He was balding, round-faced, and still managed to look like a smug little prick. He adjusted his tie as if that would save him from what came next.

“Obstacles?” My voice was calm. Too calm. “Obstacles are for children learnin