Daughters of Death

Fiction

He waited in a richly furnished room that at one point was his study, but it had since been turned into a makeshift panic room.

And if everything didn’t go according to plan, it would be the room in which he died.

His mansion was filled with body guards from two different security outfits. Dozens of guards littered the hallways of his sleek, contemporary house bought with millions of ill got gains.

He hoped the guards weren’t necessary. No one other than the private security knew he was there, as far as anyone knew he was still in his office downtown, where a body double sat in his chair surrounded by even more security guards.

The body double would not make it through the night, something which he agreed to willingly after the man was told his family would be handsomely rewarded.

The man sat staring at the security feeds. He was too nervous to do anything else. It was a feeling he hadn’t felt in years, not since he was a kid roughing up older boys trying to take his territory. He smiled thinking about a multi-national crime syndicate started with one tough boy and street corner.

But the smile didn’t last long when he received a text from his head of security. It was a picture of his body double, holding a slip of paper, found in his desk drawer.

And that’s when he felt the sweat trickle down the side of his face.

His heart raced.

Pounded really.

For a moment, he thought the security was unnecessary because he was sure he was about to drop from a myocardial infarction.

But the feeling passed. Passed just in time to see the shadows on the screen as one of his guards disappeared.

He fell back into his chair, watching in horror as the guards continued to vanish.

It could only mean one thing. He sent THEM after him. He knew when he wronged the old man there would be retribution. He figured the old man send a small army after him. That he could handle.

But no, he sent the Daughters. He always thought they were a rumor, or at least a codename for some…

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