Killing Game
the asphalt.
    Heading home, he realized he’d have only a few days to clear her from his system and get things back to how they used to be. He had to do this. He had no other option but to turn his back on her. She’d be fine without him, safe without him. Jack would look after her, and she would be safe in her new life.
    He looked at his rear view mirror and her building as it disappeared from view.
    Could this be any harder?
    Could he really let her go?
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Chapter 6
     
    Cain scanned the main floor of Club Eden. It was loud, hot and sweaty, and people were far too close to him. Spotting the tall dark-haired bloke he’d been tailing all night, he put his hand to his ear and pushed his earpiece in so he could hear better over the din.
    “Target acquired, moving to follow,” he said as loudly as possible without drawing attention to himself.
    The owners of this club knew him, they would know why he was here, but the patrons were blissfully unaware of what was happening around them. They were too busy feeling up the waitresses and trying to score, and he wanted to keep it that way.
    “Copy. I have him in sight,” came the reply.
    Cain watched the waitresses and found his thoughts turning to Club Infinity and Lily. It had been almost two weeks since he’d last spoken to her and he was finally beginning to feel like his old self. He hated having to work as part of a team, but he knew as soon as his boss saw he wasn’t going to screw up again that he would be out on his own—like things should be. He grinned as he lit up a cigarette and sucked his cheeks in slightly as he looked around the room. It was full of the worst type of scum. They were low-life’s that had been scraping the underbelly of this city for years and running the underground that gave it the bad reputation it had for violent crime and murder.
    Hell, he was right there with them, with the worst of them.
    He just smirked as he looked at the bar manager, his eyes cold and emotionless as his fingers lovingly stroked the Walther P99 concealed under his coat. He loved to scare the people who ran this place.
    It gave him power. It gave him the conviction and the darkness he needed to do his job.
    Ignoring the way the waitresses were smiling at him, he pushed away from thoughts of Lily. He’d cleansed himself of feelings for her, had spent days just getting rid of everything she inspired in him until his world was cold and grey again, colorless. He’d even avoided speaking to Jack, knowing that whatever his friend had to say there would be a mention of the girl in there somewhere and it would make him falter again.
    She still lingered in his thoughts, but he was in control now. He was in control.
    Moving slowly through the crowd, Cain kept his focus firmly fixed on his target until a slight blonde caught his attention. His eyes darted to her immediately, his heart leaping into his throat as he struggled to understand what he was seeing.
    “Abort. Mission parameters breached,” he said hurriedly into his earpiece.
    “By who?” Came the faint reply over the receiver in his ear.
    “Me.” He moved swiftly towards the girl, and when she turned around, he smiled wide, letting his face echo his disbelief. “Lily?”
    “Hey. Thank God you’re here. I need back up.” Lily couldn’t believe he was standing in front of her. It had been almost two weeks since she’d seen him and suddenly he was here right when she needed him.
    “Some blokes bothering you? I thought you were working in Club Infinity?” Cain didn’t hide his confusion over seeing her working as a waitress in a different club and frowned at the thought of guys hitting on her. She was too young and innocent to be working in this dive.
    “Nothing new there, they’re always hitting on me. Tonight’s a hundred times worse. He’s here.” She pointed into the crowd.
    Cain followed her hand with his eyes and realized she was intimating his mark.
    The bottom of his stomach dropped out as he

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