The smile that curled on my lips was huge.
"You talk of them as if they are people." I shook my head, my smile being even more evident.
He looked at me, his beautiful grey eyes, that he had stolen from the sky glittering. He smiled then, the light...
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Chase's Pov:
"I want a man-hunt on Aaron Vincent and I want him bought to me alive." I spat.
I watched as all of the four people stood in front of me tensed at this.
"What?" I asked calmly.
All four simultaneously shook their head and refused to look me in the eyes.
"Can you not do it?" I asked once again, slowly.
They all now looked up, more firmly. Well I wouldn't be able to tell, with their faces masked. Their identities covered, but I knew exactly who was who.
"Riot." I spoke. "Is this something that you would be unable to do?"
The one right at the end on the left of me cleared his throat in response, surprised at me calling him by his real name, and not by the code name. It would sound rather weird to call him 'Heart'.
"Of course not. We will be able to do this. It was just we thought the man was dead." He shifted slightly.
I humorlessly laughed. "It seems the last time that we tracked him down to kill him, he did not in fact die."
It was more my fault that everything happened. It therefore meant that I had to correct it. Those scars on Aria's back, each one was because of my wrongdoings.
I sure as hell was going to fix them.
When Madden had come and informed me twenty minuets ago that Aria had woken up, the relief was so strong that I had literally fallen on the floor. If not for the desk behind me I would have actually collapsed.
I hadn't plucked up enough courage to go and see her, knowing that everything happened because of me, made me sick enough with myself, how the hell could she not be repulsed when she saw me too?
"We are sorry sir." They all simultaneously answered.
I sighed, feeling a lot like Leo as I did. "That was my fault. I failed to kill him."
I glanced at all of them, standing with their postures completely straight, hands behind their backs as they stood at attention.
"You don't need to be so formal with me. I feel we have worked together for long enough for that." I reprimanded.
"It is our job, Sir." The man next to Riot spoke up.
I believed his name was Angelo, but his code was definitely Spades.
I internally groaned. It was killing me, the formalities. But then again that is what you should expect from the Jack's of the House Of Cards.
The House Of Cards had their own set of Jacks. All Four Jack's lived their lives in utter secrecy, no one knew who they were, no one even knew they existed.
