Chapter 178 Fucked By A Man I Was Sent To Assassinate

• My hand shook on the SIG Sauer, and I almost screamed at myself at how pathetic I was feeling. I'd killed five men before I turned twenty-two and three more since. None of them saw me coming, and none of them got a shaking trigger finger.
• But William Desmond was different. I knew from the time they gave me the mission and the instructions they gave me in case he proved harder to take care of. The penthouse was too quiet. The window I'd jimmied was just too easy. The security system I'd bypassed in under a minute was too simple. It was as if he'd left the door open and waited.
• I crept through the hallway, my footsteps silent on the marble until I reached his study, a place I knew he would be in, from the itineraries.