⊰ 20.5 | 2 ⊱ Blood Debt: Part 2

Content Advisory: Graphic descriptions of injury and death. Reader discretion is advised.

⊰ Marcel ⊱

Six hours.

It’s been six hours since the ambush, six hours since the love of my life was in harm's way and I lost one of my most loyal men. I feel like I’ve aged a decade in the span of a few hours, and even as Mercy lays upstairs, safely tucked in our bed, I can’t get past this sickening feeling in my gut that something else is going on. That the attack on Mercy is only a fraction of the worst to come.

I make my way through the quiet halls of the house, my footsteps echoing on the marble floor. The silence is eerie—unsettling. It’s as if the very walls are holding their breath, waiting for the next blow to fall.

I pause outside of the guest room where Ben is recovering, my hand resting on the doorknob. With a deep breath, I steel myself for the conversation I know needs to happen. These men, these CIA agents…