Aurora’s Knight – Silver Spoon Falls Read Online Nichole Rose

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"Noted."

"Stubborn ass." He hangs up on me.

I snort and toss the phone toward the console, shaking my head. He's just as fucking stubborn as I am. Until he found Snow, he felt the same exact way I do.

I scan the rundown house at the end of the block again for any signs of movement. It's been well over two hours since the last light winked out. Either everyone is asleep or they're all sitting in the fucking dark. Might as well go find out one way or another.

I do another quick scan of the neighborhood to check for any witnesses. Like the target property, the rest of the neighborhood is rundown. Silver Spoon Falls may be rolling in it, but the same can't be said for Copper Creek. The small town a short drive from Silver Spoon Falls is in its death throes. A strong enough wind will send most of the homes here falling into ruin.

Thanks to the Silver Spoon MC, most of the residents have relocated out of town. Guess they had an issue with an MC in town and decided to drive them out of the area by convincing every business owner who was willing to relocate to Silver Spoon Falls. The MC checks in on the few old-timers who stayed behind, makes sure they have what they need, and that their places are habitable. But the rest of the town is dead.

If there's anyone left on this street, I haven't found them. But I double-check anyway. The last thing I need is to leave a witness. Sheriff Dillon Armstrong is an honest, honorable man. We'd rather not have him breathing down our necks when we've already been pissing him off for months thanks to these pricks.

I double-check my weapons and then slip from my SUV. It takes fifteen minutes to hike around to the back of the property in the dark. By the time I get there, my boots are filthy, and I'm tempted to set the whole goddamn section of woods on fire. At this point, I think I'd be doing the great state of Texas a favor. Trash and tangled weeds have grown up everywhere as nature fights to reclaim the mostly abandoned town.

I emerge from the woods about ten yards from the back door. A cartel enforcer is propped up on a stool, scrolling through his phone with an unlit cigarette tucked behind his ear.

"Who the fuck are y—?"

I don't give him time to finish his question before I aim and fire. Thanks to the silencer, he makes a louder sound than the shot does. He also makes a mess of the back wall on his way down, landing on top of his phone. Somehow, the cigarette stays put, though.

I step over him to the door, testing the knob. Unlocked.

Huh. Guess they thought the jackass on the stool was protection enough. Looks like they were mistaken.

I slip inside the kitchen and pause to give my eyes time to adjust. Without the moonlight to help, it's darker inside than out, but it doesn't take long before I adapt. I do my best work in the dark anyway. Don't most of us sinners?

I'm silent as I go room by room, clearing the house. Carmona has three men asleep in one bedroom downstairs. I may be a cold-blooded killer, but I have a few morals. I've never killed a sleeping man and don't intend to start now. I kick the fuckers awake first. Before they even have time to comprehend what's going on, they're dead.

I find the two men I'm looking for upstairs. One, Tao Cruz, is still asleep in his bed. I give him the same courtesy I gave their enforcers. Hell, I even let him grab his gun.

As soon as he has it in his hands, I pull the trigger.

He lands in a heap on the floor with a thud.

I back out of the room just as his boss appears in the doorway across the hall.

Victor Carmona.

If he's surprised to see me coming out of his underboss's room, he doesn't show it. He doesn't look nervous or afraid, either. Then again, I didn't really expect he would. There's evil…and then there's evil. Anyone who kidnaps and murders women or sells them to the highest bidder is the latter. If anyone deserves to die, it's this motherfucker.

I aim my gun at his head.

"Guess the mayor isn't squeaky clean after all, is he?" He seems amused at the thought.

"I'm not here for the mayor."

"Arakas," he guesses.

I don't respond.

"Ah, well. There's a surprise waiting for Arakas in the last bedroom on the left. Tell him it's a little parting gift. A final fuck you, if you will." He smirks, reaching behind him as if he's going for a weapon.

I don't even hesitate to pull the trigger.

Victor Carmona falls like a ton of bricks, taking his filthy empire with him.

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