" If wishes were horses my dearest friend." Collins said.
With a sinister smile, he slowly approached Carter like a predator.
With the all too familiar menacing look on Collin's face, Carter's mind became unsettled. Because of that, he brought out a handgun previously tucked at the back of his pants, and aimed it at Collin's chest.
" Stand back you fucktard!" Ordered Carter. But it seemed all of that fell in deaf ears, since Collins, with his hands behind his back, still counted his steps towards him.
" Last warning!" Carter shouted again.
Suddenly, Collins halted, 6 feet away from Carter.
Basically for impact.
In a flash, the look on his face transitioned, from a person with the eyes of a demon, to someone who wore a look of pity.
Collins raised his both hands and started pleading.
" Please don't shoot me. I beg you! Please.."
The streaks of lines on Carter's forehead were as at this time, very visible under the lights.
" What do you think you're doing?" Carter asked, still aiming the gun at Collins.
" Pleading for my life." Collins said. This time, his face a vision of glumness.
Now, Collins knew how vulnerable the 21 year old Carter was. So dealing with him was like mashing up a piece of cake with his bare hands.
" Please Cart, don't do this. You know I attempted to kill you, only because I thought you were going to....you were going to kill me first." Collins said with a teary eyes.
" I know you've always thought I killed your sister, but that's not true... I_ "
" Shut the fuck up! Don't you dare mention her out your filthy mouth ever again! I know you're trying to play mind games with me, but it's not gonna work this time you bastard!" Carter shouted.
" Oh but it already has." Collins said with a sudden smirk.
" Lies!" Carter said, refusing to let his guard down.
" You don't think so?" Collins asked, maintaining the smirk on his face.
" Shut up!"
" Behind you_"
" Stop taking me for a fool!" Shouted Carter.
" Oh, you mean the way I took your sister for a fool? Don't worry, yours is different."
" I said_"
....and into his heart, went Collin's pen knife.
Holding Carter's hand, Collins tilted his body to the right before snatching the gun which had a sound suppressor attached to it, from Carter.
Like a flick of the wrist, he aimed it at Carter before pressing it on his forehead and then, he pulled the trigger, twice.
Letting the dead Carter fall like a sack of potatoes, Collins spat on him.
" Doesn't change the fact that you're all bunch of fools" Collins said looking down on Carter's dead body with disgust.
*
A quality that makes Oliver's subordinates stands out, is the ability to play mind games. No one sees them coming. Sometimes, their victims thinks they do, till they realize they only beautifully took the bait, by the time it was already too late.
When Collins 'kept' the glass on the table, precisely with his thumb and index finger, he used the rest of his fingers in taking out the pen knife which was right under the table.
He had weapons located at different spots in his house, for situations like this. But that'll come as a surprise, only for those who those thought him to be 'just Doctor Collins'.
He wasn't going to kill him initially, but thanks to Carter's big mouth, Collins knew he had to be eliminated. He didn't want cockroaches like Carter, chasing his ass.
Anyways,
Collins then went upstairs to get his phone. When he got to the kitchen again, the whole place was a pool of blood, but fuck that!
With his right foot over the pen knife which was very much in Carter's chest, Collins pressed on it further and then took a picture.
He sent it to Gringo, attaching a caption,
[~ See who came to visit ~] to it.
Neither him nor his gang members had the Don's contact so he wasn't an option. Besides, it was too little an achievement, to disturb Oliver with, especially at that time of the night.
Moreover, since Oliver was 'busy', death awaited whoever interrupted him, not like Collins knew he was busy though...
After sending the message, Doctor Collins whistled while he called whoever,
" Send your men to my house, they've got a mess to clean up." said Collins before disconnecting the call.
While Collins was bidding the dead guy goodbye, someone in the dark, wished there was a spell that could be used to remind her to forget what she had just saw.
But that was impossible!