The Raven's Kill by Grey Ella

Author:Grey, Ella [Grey, Ella]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2019-11-23T16:00:00+00:00

Nicolai Castillo had a face worn by the overconsumption of whisky and a voice raspy from smoking too many cigarettes. He was also one of the only men, Raven considered a friend. Raven flew through one of the gaps in the roof and changed into his human form in the attic. This time instead of the black jeans and T-shirt he wore the night before, he changed into a black suit, shirt, and tie. He preferred to be dressed for business when discussing it.

"Is that you, boy?"

Raven rolled his eyes. Nicolai was the only man who called him a boy if anything it should have been the other way around. Raven might have looked like he was in his twenties, but he wasn't anywhere close to it and he was older than the man calling out for him.

"Yes, Nicolai. It's me."

Nicolai sat at his kitchen table, which doubled as his workspace. A wide range of guns, in several stages of dismantlement, littered the table. Oils and cleaning equipment laid nearby. The man wore a white vest, stained with patches of black oil, across his forehead was a smudge of it. He hadn't shaven yet and there were bags under his eyes, Nicolai always had a problem with sleeping. Raven didn't know why for sure but figured it had something to do with the jobs he didn't tell Raven about. The man had black stains against his souls, ones that he couldn't miss.

"If you want a beer there's some in the fridge."

Raven shook his head. "It's too early in the day for me, thanks."

Nicolai glanced up in surprise. "It's that the time already? It certainly gets away from you. So, what brings you to my door? Did you complete the assignment?" Nicolai laughed. "What am I saying? Of course, you did. Are you looking for another job? I don't have anything on the books at the moment."

He pulled out the chair opposite him, unbuttoned the suit jacket and sat down. "I need to know who hired the hit on my last target."

The older man frowned. "You've never asked before."

"I've never needed to ask before. You've still got the information?"

Nicolai looked at him like he'd grown another head. "Of course I've still got the information." He grunted as he pushed the chair out, the wood scraped against the floor. "Give me a second while I navigate my complicated filing system. You sure you don't want that beer?" Raven smiled, Nicolai had sarcasm down to a fine art.

"I'll pass, thanks."

Raven drifted his eyes over the guns as he waited and tried hard not to focus on the woman he'd left in his apartment. His life was supposed to be simple; get a target, kill the target, and move on. Cassandra had spun his world on its head.

A purple folder dropped to the table in front of him. "Here. It has information about the target and the man who asked for the hit in it." Nicolai sat back down and turned his attention to his guns.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.