Help Was Finally Here

ALBERT AND RUEL were getting frustrated as they searched the dark warehouse for Vince and Vera.

“Those sneaky little brats! This is why I don’t want children! Alex better pay me enough money after this,” Ruel uttered as he looked for the twins.

“What a pain in the ass!” Albert seconded.

Ruel’s patience was wearing thin, and Albert, usually the calmer one, was starting to show signs of agitation as well.

The place was a maze of crates and shadows, and every corner seemed to hold another hiding spot.

Alex stood by, watching the two of them fumble through the search. Her anger was building with each passing second.

How could two kids manage to slip through their grasp like this? It was infuriating. Alex had never been one to let anything or anyone get the better of her, and she certainly wasn’t going to start now.

She reached into her coat and pulled out her gun, her fingers tightening around the grip.

If those brats thought they could outsmart her, they were in for a harsh lesson.