"Please keep your promise and let those poor girls go home."I knew I was going to die, so I subconsciously said what I cared about most. Even though I couldn't finish my revenge, I had promised the girls that I would let them go home. I hope Daley keeps his word after he kills me."Do it." Before I closed my eyes, I saw his calm face. There was no emotion in his eyes.Then I heard the sound of a pistol hitting, and something fell heavily on the carpet. So I opened my eyes and saw Daley wrestling with Robert."You're going to pay for this," Robert roared, his gun snatched by Daley and tossed aside. He reached for the low table with one hand in search of a weapon. A bottle of orange tequila spilled on the table. I grabbed his fat hand in case he attacked Daley with a bottle."I'm not going to kill you, man," said Daley. His body pressed against Robert's as he clamped his legs around Robert's body. And then he hit Robert over the head with the butt of his gun.Now Robert was silent, his
I hate waking up in a strange place every time I'm knocked out. I hate being in a coma when my mind goes blank. This time I didn't dream. I thought I was in a coma for a short time. But when I opened my eyes and saw the blue sky and white clouds outside the window, I felt very happy.I'm back. I'm pretty sure this is America. I can smell the familiar smell in the air. It's the smell of home.The room looks like a presidential suite of a hotel, with three full-length windows. I can see most of the city at a glance from any window. I looked out the window at the towering buildings, cars shuttling back and forth on the road. The people walking downstairs are as small as ants. The sunlight tinted the glass windows. I put my hand on the glass window and felt the warmth of the sun. It lifted the gloom that had enveloped me on Puddin' island.I'm back. I'm back in Manhattan.But I seem to be a prisoner again. I found myself alone in a huge room. There's only one person who can keep me here,
I felt dizzy when I heard him finish his words. My feet slid back, but Daley stepped forward and put his hand on my waist. He spoke softly."You're shocked, aren't you?"I looked into his calm, golden eyes, which were nothing like Frade's green eyes. I still can't believe they are brothers. Then it dawned on me. In the backyard of the White House on Pudding Island, while I was in a coma, I saw a face that looked like Frade's. Maybe it wasn't an illusion, and I just thought Daley was Frade."You already know everything, don't you?" I pushed him away in disgust. I remember telling him Frade's name. It was from that moment that he became aware of my relationship with Frade, so he approached me to get back at Frade?“I never thought about going back to America in my life. I believe it was fate.” He rubs my hair. “I wonder if Frade would go crazy if he knew I was sleeping with the woman he likes.”His sneer made my scalp tingle, and this man frightened me. I know nothing about him. He is a
Liv drove me to Santa Maria Hospital, and I told her to wait for me in the parking lot. I took the elevator from the parking lot to the hospital by myself. Gina has been here before, so I know that special rooms are usually set up on the top floor.When the elevator door opened, I saw two bodyguards standing in the hallway at the end, so I quickly determined that it must be Frade's room. But how do I get into the room? A passing nurse gave me a strange glance. To avoid her attention, I quickly turned into the corridor.Then a bucket in the hallway caught my eye, and I thought of a way to get into Frade's room. So I found a room with a cleaning sign on the walkway on the next floor. Fortunately, there were not many patients on this floor, and no one else appeared in the corridor except the cleaner who was doing the cleaning.I went into the ladies' room and purposely dumped the trash on the floor when no one was around. I broke the flush toilet, and the toilet kept leaking. After all t
I leaned my head against the window, my eyes blank. I was lost in thought as the car rambled along the road.Where the hell am I supposed to go?"Why don't you go back to my apartment," Liv suggested. "I think you need a safe place to rest right now.""You're right." I had no choice but to go to Liv's house for a while.Liv's foot was on the accelerator as the car raced down the street toward the orange glow of the sunset. The hot wind that poured in through the car window blew straight in my face, and my mood was as low as it could get. My mind was as blank as a paste. I can't even think straight.I kept cursing in my heart, trying to get my sanity back in this way. But it only makes me feel worse.The glass windows reflected the sunset, and Frade's pale face appeared in the sky, floating with the clouds. His face turned into a silver mask.Daley, F.ucking Daley.Soon Liv was driving back to her apartment, and I followed her with my head down. When we passed the apartment, the securi
Calm down, Eva. I keep telling myself. What would a hunter do if he took something he didn't want? Use it as bait to lure out real prey? Yes, hunters who want to catch bears don't waste their time on squirrels. Yes, Liv is the squirrel. And I'm the bear in the eyes of the police. What they really want is me. If they didn't have proof that Liv was harboring a criminal, they'd let her go. Then they'll spy on Liv to find me. This is the plan of the police. First, I have to get them to let Liv out. Evidence, right. I had to destroy all the evidence that showed Liv was with me. I suddenly thought of the surveillance cameras in the apartment building. Before the police react, I have to find a way to delete all the records about me. The police car went away and I hid in the dark for a long time before I came out. The apartment building is right next to me. How do I get in? I looked back at the ladder and went back to where I had come from. So I climbed the ladder again. When
No, I can't. There must be a way. I kept saying to myself.A shadow appeared under the streetlight and I saw a homeless man with a backpack coming towards me. He sat down on another bench next to me, took out a bottle of wine and a loaf of bread from his backpack and began to eat. The sound of his mouth chewing stimulated my taste buds. I swallowed, and the tramp quickly finished the food in his hand. He drank the last drop of wine from the bottle and curled up on the bench with his backpack to sleep.The extreme hunger made me feel physically and mentally tired. So I leaned back against the bench and slept for a while. As long as there is a breeze nearby, I will wake up unconsciously. The tramp next to me kept snoring. I looked at the sky, which was still dark, and I wished dawn would come soon. But even at dawn, where should I go?It had been a long night, and I was almost waiting for the morning with my eyes open. The moment I saw the first light in the sky, I felt as if I had rega
"Hello, my little rose!" Daley's calm voice came over the phone just as I was about to despair. It gave me hope again."Please help me," I pleaded."At your service," Daley said. "There's a black car waiting for you outside the alley. Don't worry about the police. I've sent them away."When I hung up, I looked in the direction of the alley. After making sure the two policemen hadn't caught up with me, I walked out of the alley and saw a black Maybach parked on the side of the road. The car door was open and I could see a light silver glow from the back seat.It's Daley. He's sitting in the car."Are you spying on me?" I sat down beside him in a dejected tone. He's been following me. He even saw me sleeping in the park. He's just waiting for me to ask him for help."I told you that you would come back to me." He reached out and gently touched the wound on my face. "I hope these wounds will make you understand that you have to learn to bow your head at the right time."The real goal of