She sat rooted in place from the shock. Her limbs couldn't move even if she planned on it. What in the actual fuck? Those were the same golden brown orbs that she almost swam off into that night, glistening black hair and the ridiculously broad shoulders. His refined suit was replaced by a black cotton coat with a white turtleneck on the inside and dark washed jeans. A dash of 6 o'clock stubble sprinkled his jawline but she had stared at him for too long to not recognize that face. For sure, a week ago, she was kicking the shit out of this man in a blonde wig and heels. She briefly forgot about their encounter because of the past few days but now she was sitting just a few meters away from him. Margaret didn't notice the look on her face, flew up from her seat and rushed over to the man and hugged
When Alice said I'll be out of your hair soon, she meant those exact words. She had to leave this house. And It had to happen tonight, this very minute. Every second of knowing she was sitting, hiding and worse, in the presence of a CIA agent was nauseatingly painful. It betrayed everything the syndicate stood for, everything the Caroni family stood far. Lionel always said police can be pawns, never a friend. She has seen how true that was on so many occasions and this time couldn’t be any different. If that girl didn’t come to interrupt them at dinner, Callum might have gone too far with his questions and things would have gotten a little messy. She had overheard Margaret telling him how they met, how she didn’t want to go to a hospital. It was only a matter of seconds before he searched her up, if he hadn’t already done it. So every fleeting minute in this house was stressful.A thunderous silence echoed through Margaret’s palatial home. So loud, Alice's ears started to thump. The
Cleaning Not in the literal sense, like with a scouring pad and water. And preferably with some brass knuckles and a KA-BAR if she had any, or maybe a bullet to the chest first, because their death had to hurt. Cleaning That was all her mind was on the second she left Callum in that hallway. It ricocheted off her mind with every step she took. Ever since she found Lionel in the street, she was desperately trying to find out which one of his many enemies caught up with him. And just three days after his death, she has. It had been the very people he surrounded himself with. Now, she finally had a target. She was going to wash all of them out of existence with copper and lead. She was going to clean their houses, their cars, their fucking cover jobs. Jonathan, Maxwell, Pablo, the whole lot of them! She didn’t care that they wanted her dead. That was understandable. But they fucking shot at her at her father’s funeral, and for that alone, they could not live. And on top of that, Lili
Alice shifted her stance, waiting for them to attack. Hannah stood frozen watched in bewilderment. Lunge, kick, jab, jab. -Not directly in that order but she took down the first five with ease but the last fucker was the problem. He was massive and had a stinging right hook, she noted, barely escaping its full effect as his knuckles grazed her face. She grabbed a glass bottle from the table beside her and smashed it against his head, he shook it off as if he barely felt a thing and advanced towards her. She attacked with expert hits, one of the fallen men grabbed her feet, throwing her off balance. Without hesitation, the man delivered two blows to her face. A sharp crunch followed. Alice stumbled backwards, knocking Hannah down in the process. Before she could regain her footing, he pushed her against the wall, his hands on her throat. Her teeth gritted as the grip he had on her neck tightened. Her lungs felt like they were bleeding liquid iron. She slowly raised her hands betwee
Eight.Seven.Six.Alice counted down as she eyed the large gray trash cans that lined the street. It was fields of endless nothing on the right side of the road and a line of stores on the left. A peculiar lamp post stood at the start of the pavement. She had been to this street once or twice in the past. And this place was even more conspicuous than what she remembered, but that was the syndicate’s speciality, to hide in plain sight.Her eyes landed on number five. This was the last one and it was closer to the alley. This had to be it. Her lifeline. A few pounds lifted off her shoulder as stooped down in front of the can to confirm the Caroni family’s emblem on the swing lid. Under it, she assumed held the key to her arsenal. Alice slid her hand through the slit of the can and started sorting through the emptiness inside it. In all her years, she had never seen one of these cans up close and she was the daughter of the king, so everything passed through him. Sadly, there was no ti
Alice swallowed the bitterness that rose in her throat as Callum’s face became clearer. He was talking, she knew he was, but she couldn’t hear a word. The erratic throbbing in her head wouldn’t allow it.Her eyes never left him as he tucked the pistol in his waistband and made his way over to her. His skin was covered in a sheen that made him look almost angelic but it wasn’t sweat. As a matter of fact, he looked too collected for someone who just killed five men. Not even a lock of hair was out of place. It reminded her of herself after a hit.He held out his hands for her to take it. She shuffled back. A million questions were racing through her mind. How did he find her? Did he have a mark on her or something? And more importantly, did he see her? Callum pressed his lips together, as he stooped down. He then pulled both of their bodies up. He stared down at her, his gaze thunderous. She didn’t know if it was the fact that she wasn’t responding to him or that she ignored his hand.Al
Callum~ He could feel her watching him. Those beautiful grey orbs burned a hole in the side of his head. And when she was satisfied, her head darted all over the place, taking in the scenery, or what she could see in the darkness.He had to admit, this place was very very nice - Remote, beautiful with everything he always wanted in a home. It was more of a holiday inn than a CIA safe house. Palm trees were installed all around the edge of the premises. A crystalline pavement led up to the white steps. Above it was the cube of glass he called home with clubs of carved concrete on each side.The woman glanced back at the gate that he drove through. No doubt planning her escape. He knew she must have a lot of questions and he could understand why.She woke up in the middle of nowhere with a stranger and a house. Her eyes went up to the pathway that disappeared beyond the house. Yup. He could bet his badges that she would try to run, not that she would get far. Just an hour ago he pulled
There was a resounding sound in the distance, a roaring so loud it could wake the dead. A chilling draft came along with it and a dash of tanginess.Alice opened her eyes. A body of water greeted her. It was a bay. With a dazzling blue flow, a slight silvery-green undertone given by the risen sun. The giant boulder slopes that caved it in were nicked in the middle by a gentle shore. The white foam of the waves rolled steadily on the water’s surface before tumbling on the sand and sinking into its diamond mesh.Last night she wondered what was behind those curtains, now she knew. But they were closed last night, and tied, was Callum in this room? Did he open them? Was he watching her sleep?She looked around the room, it was huge. Before now, she was too blistered with pain to even fathom the luxury that surrounded her. But what she knew was that this place and everything in it was just too ridiculous. A CIA agent does not make that much to supply all of this.He must be up to some sha