Attacked In His Own Home.

ZAYN

As soon as I said those words, my opponent immediately pounced at me with a knife aiming for my throat. My body twisted to avoid his strike, my eyes glimpsing at the sharp silver knife that swiped through the air. Adrenaline fuelled my body as I rolled away to another position and fired, the gunshot deafening in the confined space. Roger's speed was much more than I had expected as he ran behind the Keviar-plated kitchen door to hide. I heard the door close with a click but from the sounds I picked up from there, I guessed he was currently stocking up some knives to attack me.

From what I knew, those were his favorite weapons he normally used to kill his target and he was not new to the concept of waiting for the right opportunity to strike. However, I knew I didn't have much time to outwait him so I decided to lure him first to attack. It was obvious he was here to kill my mate for revenge but what I didn't understand was what gave him the balls to act on such thoughts.

"See,"