Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 45957 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
“Mhm,” Ivan hummed. “Lots of it. I wasn’t kidding when I said I gave him a pretty severance package.”
I nodded, watching as a car rode by with the bass up so loud, the sound rattled my teeth. “People around here are working two or more jobs to make ends meet. They’re tired and overworked. Most have kids, I’d assume. So, they’d want to stay somewhere where there was a mix of elderly and working-age people with kids so they wouldn’t stick out.” I nodded my head in the direction of an old, brick home that had been turned into apartments like most other houses on this street. “That one is the most promising, I believe.” There was an elderly woman climbing the stairs, her husband cupping her elbow. And a boy about twelve or thirteen was coming out of the building with a headset in his ears and his phone in his hand.
“Let’s give it a go,” Ivan said, shrugging one shoulder. “Worst case scenario, they’re not there, and we regroup.”
We stepped off the curb, and after checking to make sure the road was clear, we crossed to the other side of the street, then headed up the sidewalk to the house I’d pointed out. We smiled at the elderly couple once we were inside, who were making their way into their apartment. The woman smiled at us. “Visiting family?”
“Yes,” Ivan told her, a warm smile on his face. He was much better at faking his emotions than I was, but I guessed that came with years of practice and mentorship from his father. “We’re hoping to surprise my uncle, but I can’t remember his exact address, and Google has been no help. I don’t suppose you know him. He’s about my height with thinning, dark hair and blue eyes. Has a bit of a beer gut,” Ivan said, patting his belly, his smile never wavering. “And he likes to wear brown slacks. Never understood his obsession with that color.”
The woman’s eyes brightened. “Oh, yes! You’ve got the right building, sweetheart. Just go on up to the second floor. Apartment 2A. He and his wife don’t come out much, so I’m sure they’ll be ecstatic to see you.”
Ivan beamed at her. “Thank you. I hope you and your husband have a wonderful rest of your day.”
“You two, sweetheart,” she said before her husband led her into their apartment, shutting the door behind them.
Ivan smirked at me. “Am I good or what?” he asked before heading for the stairs.
I snorted and shook my head. “Let’s go. Remember—they’ll be ecstatic to see us.”
Ivan snickered. “Not sure if that’s the right word, but they’ll be something for sure.”
Apartment 2A was at the very end of the hall, the last door on the right. The other apartments were silent. I knew if we were going to take care of Boris and Ninel, we needed to do it quietly. We didn’t know if anyone was home in the other apartments. Someone could just be sleeping after working an overnight shift. And we were right above that elderly couple’s apartment. I wasn’t too keen on finding out how well their hearing was.
Ivan leaned into me, his lips pressing to my ear. A shiver raced down my spine, and my cock gave a half-hearted attempt at getting hard, even though we were not in any position to even be thinking about sex. It was just Ivan. He made my body react to him so fucking effortlessly.
“We go in silently, find them, and put them to sleep.” He passed me a needle. I frowned at it. Where the fuck had he been hiding this? “Inject it into their arm. They’ll go to sleep fairly quickly. Thank Igor later for thinking ahead.”
With that, he moved away from me and headed to the door. Quiet as a mouse, he pulled a lock picking tool out of his pocket and began unlocking the door. Once it clicked, he shoved his tools back into his pockets, then opened the door. It swung open without even the slightest squeak, and we made our way inside, our steps silent on the tiled floor.
The apartment was a small studio with a small kitchenette off to the left and a little area for a small dining room table. A couch rested in the middle of the room, and across from it sat a TV on a cheap, wooden TV stand that’d definitely seen better years. And behind the couch was a bed, where Boris and Ninel were napping like the world was at peace and no one was out for their blood.
We moved to opposite sides of the bed. At the same time, we uncapped the needles, and then, we jabbed both of them in the arm, quickly injecting the sedative. They woke up with a start, both of them too shocked to say anything, but then, just as quickly, their eyes were drooping again, the sedative taking them under.