A Gamma's Revenge (Zalia) novel Chapter 379

Chapter 379
I look at the file I am holding in my hand. I know the face of my target by heart, and yet I take another look at it. My Lycan growls as I let my eyes glide over the information. My target is a female this time, and she has gotten away with her crimes one too many times. Today, justice will be served, and I can't wait to carry out the judgment, followed by her punishment.

Each target I ever went after was able to avoid justice until our paths crossed, and I always made sure that I left behind something that would make it clear that this was payback—something their victims' families would recognize. It was the only way I could make sure those families knew that justice was served and that no one would ever have to endure what their relatives did.

I also make sure it always happens in a public place, a place where my targets are most likely to be found by strangers. With that, I increase the chances of details leaking to the outside world. I don't want my targets to be found by friends or family who will make sure details stay hidden. I want it out in the open to instill fear in those that commit crimes, and I want them looking over their shoulders.

My target walks in with two males following her, and I smile when I see both males looking rather bored. I bet they can think of a few other places they would rather be. She snaps at the males for not bringing her luggage with them, and one of them turns on his heel to walk back outside. Moments later, he shows up with two suitcases. Looks like she isn't traveling light—two suitcases for only one night at a hotel.

I grab the file from my lap before I get up from my seat and walk out of the hotel, knowing that tomorrow she won't wake up again. I walk around the city to pass the time. It will be a few more hours before I can go into action, and I can't sit still to watch time pass me by. My Lycan is lying in the back of my head, and I know we both need to pass the time in one way or another.

Just after dinner, I walk back into the hotel, and my target walks past me on her way out. She will be attending some fashion show a few blocks down from the hotel. I step into the elevator and head up to my hotel room, where I will get ready for tonight. I will be waiting for her when she gets back to her room. My face will be the last face she will ever see, my voice will be the last she will ever hear, and I will make sure she dies knowing that there was no way to escape me.

As always, I sit in a chair in the dark to wait for my target, and my Lycan perks up the second we sense Wolves approaching the room. There are three of them—the males probably function as her protection detail—and I chuckle in my head as my Lycan points out it won't do her any good. We will take all three of them out if we have to, but something tells me that the males will not set foot in this suite. Once the door to the suite closes, I sense the males walking back to the elevator.

I hear my target stumbling through the suite, and I wonder how long it will take her to pass out—whether it is here in her bed or out there on the couch. I sit in silence as I listen to her heartbeat. It is erratic for some reason, and it takes a while before it settles down. I watch the alarm clock on the nightstand as her breathing evens out, and like every other time, I wait two hours before I get up out of the chair.