Heirs And Hunters

Chapter 34

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W I N T E R

I stabbed a man.

It was three days ago.

And it wasn't just a light jab, I infact -had passionately wedged the knife into his thigh and felt it sink into his flesh. Sure, it was in a spot where he wouldn't bleed out from, but still-I did it. And then, in a twist of pure absurdity, I apologized profusely and practically begged him to reveal Luca's location. Not exactly what you'd expect after stabbing someone, right? The dealer's confusion and horror said it all.

I hadn't meant to hurt him or startle him in anyway, but he was running, and he'd punched Fleur-hard. She repaid the favor with a blinding kick that sent two of his teeth flying, along with spit, blood, and a groan. But I had to do something, I had to stop the fight. Fleur wouldn't back down, and although the dealer wasn't trained, he was a man of size who could overpower her with ease.

I had a knife.

He had a leg.

And Professor Adams, Regina Laurent, and Viktor had guns, But they were slightly occupied inside the cartel's secret hub, infiltrating it to track down the very dealer who bolted outside the moment gunshots rang out. They were in, we were not. My team within the confines were supposed to be discreet. But given the screams, explosions, and general bloodbath that erupted inside, I'd say discreet isn't quite the word for what they were doing.

They were causing an uproar.

Professor Adams used to wipe out organized crime links that interfered with his clients' business. He's got a particular disdain for this breed of convicts, so I knew he was enjoying himself. A professor by day, an assassin by night-he even served time in the military. The fact that I'm surrounded by people who could clinically be diagnosed as psychotic only hit me like a whiplash when Regina and Adams sprinted out the back door. Adams was hauling a very pissed-off Viktor over his shoulder. Addams grinned like a lunatic as blood oozed from the open gash on his head.

Regina Laurent, with a machine gun slung over her back, hollered for us to make haste. We did. We got the needed information from the dealer, piled into the car, with Viktor sandwiched between Fleur and me. And sped into the forest road.

Regina took the wheels, kissing Adams' bloodied mouth with her own maniacal grin before she flew us onto the crub as a monstrous car chased us, hungry for blood. Twice now, in just two months.

What has my life come to?

I had mused then.

And how had I missed that our senior team leaders had something going on between them?