Chapter 9: Chapter 9

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Merille snuck into a dark street flanked by tall brick buildings, her boots making the faintest scrapes on the cobble. Todd was still nowhere in sight but she could guess his destination from the path he took. His shacky office on the westside of town.

That was where she planned to go before the whorish need steer her off the track. Well, maybe it was not such a bad thing.

Sneaking into his dingy office and waiting for his return might have sounded like a good idea at first. She could give him a good scare when he returned. But that outcome hinged solely on the assumption he would return to a place where she could easily find him.

Luck was on her side when the sleazebag stumbled across the alley. She might even consider herself fortunate that the burly drunk passed out instead of being in the middle fucking her senseless when it happened.

But that also left her with unsated lust that continued to rage. Though the anger had helped Merille regain some semblance of control, her body did not recover from the lustful torment. Her legs trembled with growing desire as wetness ran long streaks down her thighs.

The echoes of his footfalls grew louder as she carried on down the path. The smell of his cheap vanilla fragrant oil mingled the cooling night air, causing her nose to wrinkle at the overbearing scent. After another minute, she could see his hunched shadow scurrying just a few feet ahead.

Her fingers curled around the dagger at her side and drew it. Not to ram it in his heart. At least, not yet. First, the petite merc needed to know who put the hit on her.

It was nothing new. Almost an expected part of the job even.

Being a sellsword a lot of times meant doing someone else’s dirty work. Extortion, sabotage, kidnapping, and even assassination. The higher the pay, the worse the job. But along with a hefty pay day, an equal amount of repercussions also followed.

Counting the coins was fun until knights and city guards came looking for the perpetrators of the crimes or the wronged people sought retribution by putting a knife in their backs.

A vicious cycle that oftentimes ended with deaths.

Of course, there were jobs that would not rub people the wrong way, like rescue missions, purging bandits, and even demons hunting. But they were few and far between since hunters were more suited for those tasks.

However, things had changed over the past few months after a surge of demon sightings across Endolia. Hunters were stretched thin to quell countless attacks. The situation was so dire that the Hunter’s Guild had delegated low-level hunts to job brokers.

If you had sent me to hunt a demon, we wouldn’t be in this mess, she thought, willing her legs to move forward.

“Where are you hurrying off to, Todd?” Merille said and smirked when the man practically jumped out of his skin.

He stopped abruptly at a three-way intersection before turning around to face her on trembling legs. His face paled in the silvery light while his fingers clutched around the bag at his chest. He shuffled back a step then darted a nervous glance at the street on his left.

“Don’t,” she said, stepping into the moonlit shaft in the center of the street. A wicked smile on her lips. She turned her wrist slightly so the polish steel of her dagger glinted.

“You know you can’t outrun me.” She lied. Walking was already a difficulty, let alone running, when all she could think about was the size of his cock and how she would beg him for it.

Once this is over, you can go back to Gluttonous Boar and find another drunk to fuck. Crystals, you can even find two and let them double-team you in that alley. Just not now!

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Merille fought down the consuming urge and let her boots grated on the stone as she sauntered toward him. “If you answer my questions, I may consider letting you leave with your life.”

Todd would not easily divulge the identity of his employer. For a backstabbing asshole, he somehow took clientele confidentiality very seriously. Trust was probably all he had to offer and losing that would mean the end of his business.

Lopping off a finger or two would speed things up a bit but it would entail a lot of wailing and blood. She hoped the threat of retribution from the Raven would do the trick. She barely had enough coherent wit to maintain this menacing act, so the sooner she could leave the better.

“I-I…I d-don’t know what you’re talking about,” the job broker sputtered, stumbling backward before shooting another look down his escape route.

“We’re way past playing games now, Todd.” She twirled the blade and watched his dark eyes grew wide with terror. “Who ordered the hit?” she said, letting a dark smile stretched wider as she came within arm’s reach of the scrawny man.

“Y-You…You know I-I can’t tell you that!” he said. His nasally voice shook until the words came out in a slur.

The petite merc forced herself to take half a step forward and was glad when he staggered away from her. His musk and the overpowering vanilla scent had roused her lust to the verge of breaking free of her control.

Fuck! Not yet! Stay down! She snarled against the rising need and caused the job broker to whimper as well.

“Tell me who ordered the hit and I’ll forget you betrayed me,” she said through gritted teeth to keep her voice steady.

“C-Come on! I-I can get killed for that!”

“I can kill you now.” Her dagger gleamed silver as she raised it to his eye level.

“I…” he murmured before glancing down the street again.

She followed his gaze, knowing the path would lead back to his office. “Still planning to run…”

The words trailed off when she noticed a shape lurk in the shadow. A smile bloomed on Todd’s face as their eyes met once more and her heart raced with a spike of alarm.

He was not looking for an escape. He was only stalling for time, waiting for help to come. And she had stupidly followed him right into another trap, thinking she had the upper hand when she actually had nothing.

If Merille had half the sharpness she normally possessed, she would know Todd had plenty of time to prepare for her arrival. He could have hired a bunch of bodyguards to protect himself. He could even have this area surrounded just to capture her.

“You bastard,” she growled and felt a sharp prick on her neck before she could lunge at the job broker.

Numbness spread downward like a heavy cloak that slowly enveloped her petite body. She plucked a dart from her neck with leadened fingers before it slipped from her grasp when her arms fell limply at her sides.

Her dagger clanked dully on the pavement as her legs gave out. Suddenly, she was staring up at the scrawny man from the ground, her body no longer hers to command.

“What did you do?!” Merille barked, but it came out more like a panic cry when all she could move was her neck.

“It’s working,” he blurted, a grin parting his lips before he crouched down and gingerly shook her body. “It really worked!” he said, turning toward a shadowy form approaching them.

“Of course, it’d work. That thing can paralyze a bear for an hour,” the masculine man said as he stepped into the light. His top half was bare if not for the leather pauldron covering his right shoulder and upper arm.

A breath hitched in her throat at the sight of a bald, dark-skin mercenary with a long slash scar over the left side of his mouth. Cedrick?!

“Hello there, Raven,” the large man greeted cheerily, standing over her prone form. “It is nice to see you again.” He rubbed a thumb over the old wound on his lips before a wicked grin revealed rows of pearly teeth.

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