There was always this strange feeling that came over Dominic whenever he was about to kill that always stopped him from drawing it out. It wasn't guilt nor sympathy, his father had beaten those emotions out of him a long time ago. It was, however, somewhat akin to the feeling of ghostly fingers trailing over his skin. It was why he never prolonged his victims' suffering. Dominic's kills were clean and swift and tonight was no different.
The door to the building they had been watching hadn't opened in two hours. Their car was parked so far away that it didn't raise any suspicion but close enough that they could still monitor the entrance closely. The car they waited in was shrouded in darkness, making their presence more inconspicuous.
Dominic peered out the car through the passenger side window, his frustration mounting with every second that ticked by. His features were twisted into a scowl. This job was taking longer than it should, longer than any stake out operation had the right to.
" What's with the look on your face? You think you're above doing grunt work?" Tobias asked, and didn't bother hiding the humor in his tone. There was a small smile on his lips as he kept his gaze trained straight ahead, one hand on the steering wheel, the other gripping a cigar between two fingers.
Dominic didn't respond to Tobias' question with words but the answer in his silence was obvious. He was above tasks like this, they both were. They had better things to do for la famiglia than wasting hours waiting for their target to make a move. Being the boss's son didn't even matter, anyone with eyes could see this job was beneath him, everyone except Lorenzo since he was the one who doled out the tasks. Lorenzo had no problem forcing Dominic into it, and Salvatore believed Lorenzo could do no wrong.
It was infuriating. Dominic detested every second he spent watching that building. Tobias was in a much better mood in comparison. Liquor and cigars were all it took to keep Tobias in a good mood.
With the cigar between his lips, Tobias took a long drag, tilted his face towards the open window and blew out a stream of smoke. He grabbed the glock that sat on the dashboard, checking it for bullets. His smile widened when he saw it was loaded. He handed it over to Dominic. No other words were exchanged. There was no need to. It was the same song and dance over and over. And in every single one they were together. Every possible way this night could go flashed behind his eyes but he didn't let it distract him from what was in front of him. Once the target stepped outside, they would only have a few seconds to take action. He hated the job but failing at it wasn't an option either.
A few minutes later, the glass entrance doors swung open, and a man stepped out. He was dressed in black and gripped a briefcase in his left hand. A guard. Dominic's assumptions were proven correct when their target strode out the same doors seconds later, headed in the same direction as the first man. They were heading towards the parked vehicle on the other side of the building.
Tobias couldn't help but chuckle as he quickly switched gears and drove out from the cluster of shadows where they had hidden in wait.
Dominic peered out of the car's window once more when they were a mere few feet away from the target and took aim. The strange sensation spread throughout his limbs, heightening with every second that passed. His breath stilled in his chest. It wasn't his first time firing a gun nor would it be his last, which was why when he pointed the pistol out the window, at his target, his hands barely shook. His grip was steady, his resolve unwavering. The target, Viktor De Luca, was going to die.
Noise dulled around him so when he pulled the trigger, it sounded louder than it truly was. It didn't matter how many times he fired a gun, he would never get used to the deafening sound. It used to make him tense up so badly as a child, a problem his brother never experienced.
Viktor jerked as the bullet hit the back of his skull. His body collapsed forward. Before the guard pulled out his weapon to fire back at him, Dominic shot two more times. The momentum of the moving car jostled Dominic's aim, causing one of the bullets to miss its mark completely. The other struck the guard's throat. He gripped his neck but soon collapsed as well.
The smile on Tobias' lips didn't waver since he started up the car.
Dominic slumped down on his seat, gun still in hand. " I missed."
Tobias glanced at him from the corner of his eyes, never once slowing since he started the car back up. The farther they got away from the crime scene, the better. " You hit his neck."
" I was aiming for his forehead."
After a few minutes of driving in silence, Dominic could feel the ghastly sensation slowly retreating. He took a deep breath through his nose and blew it out.
" We have to report everything that happened tonight to your father. He would want to know how it went." Tobias said without missing a beat. Without a second thought. It was truly better that way, giving it any much thought would only breed a sense of hesitation. They had an unspoken rule to avoid Salvatore as much as they both could without having their skulls blown open for insubordination. It was best they both got it done and got it over with as soon as possible. Even Dominic couldn't disagree
Dominic blew out a breath. " Yes, he would." He was going to agonize over the upcoming encounter with his father and detest every second leading up to it.
Dominic avoided meeting Tobias' gaze throughout the drive. He knew what he would find if he did. Dominic saw that Tobias' smile was still firmly in place but the mirth didn't reach his eyes. It never did.
Tobias was Dominic's closest friend which meant he knew that what Dominic truly needed in that moment was silence. Silence to think and feel. No other words were spoken after than until the car came to a stop at the gates of the Kane estate. The gates slid open automatically and they drove silently inside. Dominic was the first to step out. He adjusted the collar and sleeves of his shirt before advancing towards the front entrance. Anxiety thrummed through him in frantic waves with every step he took closer to the house.