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...