Brittany POV

I sat on my hotel room balcony, overlooking the skyline lost in thought.

I knew I should have had him killed after carrying out the mission. A mission that he still failed to carry out properly. He tried to kill George, not Wendy. Now, Wendy is still alive and well, and George was injured.

If George had died instead of Wendy, I would have put that man six feet under. I traced the rim of my glass of whiskey with my fingers. I gave the glass a light shake before bringing it to my lips. I swallowed the whiskey in one gulp, the liquid seeping down my throat...