Cleo Horan
I hadn't slept in over twenty-four hours, ever since I ran out of that VIP room, and it was probably a terrible idea to keep this up. But my brain just wouldn't shut the fuck up.
I was very fucking lucky when I didn't run into anyone on my way out of that hallway, stopping only to thank Alice and pretend everything was under control as I hoped Harry was bleeding to death in that room.
Alice was so oblivious to what was really going on, she just smiled at me and said that she was glad to help whenever I needed it.
Well, she wasn't going to think this way once she discovered the dead body left behind, even though I wasn't responsible for this death.
She knew I was there to meet Mark and it was no coincidence he would show up dead, but this was already part of my plan. Sadly, no one would believe her or even listen to her, because Alice was the one who let me in. So there was no way she could tell her bosses about me without getting herself fired or killed. They didn't know my name or anything else about me.
Yes, I often carefully planned things through... unless a certain green-eyed son of a bitch decided to interfere. I was always prepared, which was why I managed to get out alive that night... but I knew we'd meet again and the next time it wouldn't be by accident.
Harry was too arrogant to let this go and, well, I fucking stabbed him. I'd be pissed if he stabbed me and I'd see it as motivation. The fresh cut on my throat, joining the fading purple bruises on my neck, was a constant reminder that he nearly killed me.
But once again, I won. Harry seemed hesitant around me, despite the suffocating tension and adrenaline consuming us whenever we were alone. He was weak and dumb, like any man was.
Not dumb enough to try anything that could break the truce between our families, especially now that he had literally killed Mark. I still didn't know why he kept asking me what my job was or why he broke his neck without thinking twice... something was very wrong about this whole situation.
Two years without seeing Harry and now we'd already tried to kill each other twice? So many coincidences were happening, and this time I was actually letting him close enough to learn things I never thought I would about him.
The bastard was strong, that wasn't any secret... but he was slow and practically useless without a firearm. In fact, I would've been fucked Harry actually had a gun both times I saw him.
Would he look for me now? Follow me?
I had no fucking clue, I just knew I was going to keep doing what I was supposed to do because he wasn't going to affect my life anymore until I was done killing these last three targets. And then Harry would be next in line... followed by his father.
Fuck, I couldn't stop thinking about our fight or how he surprised me in that room... seeing him at the club shocked me a lot, it ruined my entire night.
Literally.
I tossed and turned on the bed, the darkness around me was very welcome and I decided to stop by Eroda a bit so I could talk to my mother and ask her if people were talking about Mark or anything like that.
She wasn't answering her phone and when I asked Niall about an hour ago, he said she was in a meeting. And since I couldn't sleep, I might as well do something useful. Right? If I stayed alone with my thoughts, then my brain would annoyingly remind me of a certain lap dance I should've refused.
I'd remember the exhilarating clenching deep in my stomach when I felt how much power I had over him like that... it felt much better than stabbing him, that was for sure. It shouldn't have felt that good to be doing something so dangerous.
