Iris went to their hideout in front of her building. She stormed inside the motel, surprising the hideous looking men who were crowding in the lounge playing pokers. A rain of whistles and hoots came from their mouths when Iris walked her way towards the elevator. She didn’t spare them a glance, instead, she levitated the beverage refrigerator from her side and threw it across the room, slamming it to the stunned men whose eyes widened in fear as they watch the refrigerator flew towards them.
Iris quietly hopped in the elevator, the awful voices throwing different profanities and howling of the men slowly fainted as the door closed. She exhaled sharply, her mind still cannot process what happened to their men, all she knows is that whoever killed the victims, was an enemy of their gang.
She reached the floor of their hideout and went straight to their room. She stood in front of the door as she tries to calm
The first thing that came into Iris’ mind when she heard that Roxanne’s now dead was how will she shut the mouths of those disgusting men from the motel’s lobby earlier. Clearly, if the police searches for Roxanne’s last whereabouts, those men are the witnesses. She regretted that she didn’t give them a warm hug. Max, Claire and Iris quickly grabbed their badges and headed downstairs with urgency. Iris’ mind was swirling with all the possibilities of Roxanne’s death that may affect their gang. She cursed under her breath for the major and most likely possible thing that crossed her mind; William still on the motel, mourning for his dead girlfriend. “She was found on her car,” William suddenly spoke, his eyes on his phone as the elevator doors opened. “Location?” Iris asked, a hint of relief tailed on her words as the bubble of her most frightening thought burst. Wasting no second, they
‘Gotcha. Come out now and meet me.’ Iris hit the send button as her grip on the steering wheel tightened. Aside from feeling euphoric that she has confirmed the killer’s identity to William, her hands are itching for some action. She wants to hear the cries and pleas of the killer when it begs for her mercy. Three of their assassins were killed, and their deaths are a great loss for the gang—well, except for Roxanne’s, Iris thought. She hated the guts of that woman. If only I could kill you with my own hands, I would snap your body into two! Her teeth gritted in both fury and excitement. She drove her way back to the station, beating the red lights of the road letting her police sirens wailing above her car be her pass. She smirked in satisfaction. She stepped out of the car when her phone beeped inside her pocket. ’Louiss
Iris knew that Sergeant Claire Martin has something up on her sleeves. The minute she talked to her when they first met, she radiated of omen—definitely someone who has ulterior motive, just like her. But she gave her the benefit of the doubt, and now she’s finally facing the consequence of not believing her guts.What if I just kill her?“You can’t.” Iris eyes widened when she answered. “And no, I don’t read minds. It just happens that your eyes are all screaming at me to die.”“Why the hell do you think I can’t?”Claire’s lips curled on one side. “Because if you do kill me, the little vengeance that you’re plotting for so long will be pointless.”Iris squeezed her eyes shut, frustration creeping in because she knows Claire was right, she can&rs
If Iris had something she hates about herself, it is the way she makes up her mind and just throw words out of her mouth, heedless of the consequences they bear. She was always the reckless one—William noted, but her recklessness always comes with good results.Just like how she mindlessly invited Detective Carter on her home to have cold noodles, still during in their work hours.“It’s been so long since I’ve had the courage to break a rule,” Max blurted out, his gaze outside the car window.“And when was the last time? Stealing one more packet of creamer for your coffee despite the warning of Mrs. Stella to limit taking just three?” Iris snorted.“How did you know that?” Max faced her.Iris’ dead eyes met him. “Seriously?”“No,” Max
“Lunch?”Iris rose her head and met Sergeant Claire, an invisible red line sparked between their eyes both fueled with displeasure. “No thanks,” she muttered and went back to her computer. She was digging her grave at her seat, typing an endless report of the crimes of her own co-gang members.“Carter will be coming,” a hint of tease circulated on Claire’s words. “I just thought you’d love to come and spend some time with him since he’ll be away with me.”Iris scoffed in disbelief. “You’re making no sense, Sergeant. Besides,” Iris turned to her, half smirking. “You just passed your own order back to yourself.”Claire pursed her lips, thinking. “I think I just made it difficult, actually.” She chuckled. “Save her, or else, Max will be stumbling in an awful dump.”
“Hello, Eleanor.” Max stood up as he stretched his hand to offer a handshake. Eleanor, a 17-year-old girl with deep-set blue eyes and a distinctive birth scar that was a shape of a heart under her lip stood there, letting Max’s hand suspended in the air, unentertained.Max slowly took his hand back. “I’m Detective Carter and this is Sergeant Martin,” he said. Eleanor didn’t let out a word and just glanced at them for a second before her eyes darted to the butler.“Is the tea already served?” she asked in a low soft voice, almost sounded like a doll would make, even her tone stained in elegance.“Yes it has been served, and they are actually enjoying it when you arrived.” The butler smiled at her. Claire cleared her throat to get her attention to which she succeeded when Eleanor shot her a look.
The taxi came into a halt in front of the enormous gate. Iris stepped out slowly, crouching to hide herself from anyone’s sight. She sauntered inside the open gates which she found strange, together with the lack of security measures in the area. She got inside with no difficulty.“Shit!” She quickly ducked down and hid on one of the sculptures when she saw someone came out from the front door. She peeked from one side, narrowing her eyes and saw an old man went to the back end of the house.Why is no one else here in this huge ass house? She stayed for awhile there, hiding while craning her neck to see if someone else would come out. She froze when she saw the old man came back looking all rushed, on his hand was a rifle, she hastily went inside the house and Iris grabbed the opportunity to come out and hurried to the door.She did not bothered to stop and admire the gran
Iris went straight to her car after the ambulance that carries Max finally left. Claire followed her right away after confirming that Eleanor and the butler successfully escaped the mansion. The little commotion on a huge ass mansion attracted the ears of the media, that is why when the police arrived, so were a bunch of reporters trying to get a scoop surrounded the area. The sudden crowd gave them the opportunity to escape the crime scene for awhile, as there are still things that they need to explain like the blood stains on the floor and the mess which Iris caused when she threw random things to knock off the gentlemen.“Tell me who,” Iris spoke, not looking at her.“Tell you who?” Claire asked back, facing the front as well. They were watching the officers running from everywhere, checking the vicinity and finding more evidences. It will not be long when the other detectives will arrive and ask them
The bullet pierced through the ceiling which created a hole going up to the very roof of the Jackson’s house. Iris’ rigid breathing filled the air, she heard the ringing in her ears that made her dizzy and caused her to stumble backwards but a pair of arms caught her before she even fall.William’s pair of eyes towered over her head and stared at her with so much rage. She mustered her strength to lift herself up, and when the sounds in her ears came swirling back, she stumbled forward to Max and hurried on his side. “You can’t control me, William. You’re not as strong as me!”William’s jaw clenched. The thunders roared outside and the windows rattled against the raging wind. The lights inside the house flickered, and as William had let seconds of him not moving pass, Iris grabbed the opportunity to untangle the ropes on Max without him noticing. Trying not to give anything that m
Iris had gone through all the stages of grief upon hearing what the Chief had told her. He quickly unlocked the cell to where she was, and pulled her out because she didn’t had the strength to even lift a finger.“Pull yourself together, Anderson!” he yelled at her face. “Max had gone to find Claire, he sent us a call recording and he’s right there with William!!”Atear fell from her eye and she blinked it away as she stared at the Chief. He was shouting, his lips were moving, but Iris seemed not to hear anything that he says. All she could process were the words that he had told her the first second he came here.Claire’s dead.“No..” she mumbled. Her hands reached up to her hair. “No!”“Listen to me, Anderson. We have to get Max out of there, William will kill him!!&rdq
After dropping the boys to the nearest hospital that only had two floors for all of its operations and to accommodate the patients the town of Sidburg only had, Max blindly passed money just for the doctors to take the boys, treat them and let them stay until he get back. Hoon didn’t even glance up on him and just followed Lance to the emergency room where the doctors had taken him.The rain had poured hard than it ever did at the town of Sidburg. Max had gotten the dark feeling of what’s waiting for him at the place Lance had told him they came back from. His breathing accelerated just by thinking of what happened to Claire, and the danger she’s in from the hands of William.Just by the time he came back to where he found the boys, his phone that was sitting on his dashboard rang violently. Not glancing at the caller, he picked it up and put on his earphone. “Hello?” he said.
Max rushed back to his house after the Chief decided to lock Iris up in the cell after she had pleaded for her freedom. He knew it is finally the time to unravel everything that his father and the police did on Iris and to her family. He holds all the evidences, and knows all the witnesses that will prove her innocence.Georgia pulled the door open for him and he didn’t even spoke a word to her and sprinted right to his room. “What’s happening, Max?!” she asked, panicking, she followed Max upstairs while holding the spatula because she had been cooking in the kitchen when he arrived. “Is something wrong? Why are you such in a rush?”“Iris needs my help, Georgia,” he answered, his eyes were shaking as if he doesn’t know where to start on searching for something. “Don’t leave the house, okay? It’s too dangerous right now. I’ll go ask some neighbors to a
Claire was suppose to tremble, to feel the panic in his chest, she was waiting for her heart to hammer inside or feel the cold in her hands and feet. But as she sat down on the soft chair beside the monitors and a bunch of wires connected to each other, all she ever felt was the shame on the two boys who were watching her across the room. Atear escaped her eye, she wasn’t really sure of what she will feel because the last time she undergone William’s experiment, she was already half dead.But now she’s wide awake, with her head pulsating in pain. The door burst open, and walked in were the doctors and his assistants wearing a complete uniform from head to toe, covering their identities and any evidence from their personalities. They had a suitcase in their hand, the doctor put I on the table and brought something out from it.—a little bottle, small as the height of a needle but thick as the thumb. It contains a somewha
Athick stream of blood oozed from Claire’s forehead. Slowly opening her eyes, she had found herself locked up in the dark. Her hand immediately searched the surroundings and felt the cold and smooth and of what sounded like aluminum metal basing on the clank it made when her nails slammed on it. Her breathing accelerated when her claustrophobia kicked in. With nothing to see, Claire wasn’t even able to feel her dizziness, but her head felt lightweight and almost airy.“Get me out of here!” she yelled, banging on the sides of the aluminum metal beside her. “Get me the hell out of here!!”There was a loud, creaking noise that came from in front of her. Ablinding light seeped in from the small gap it made, which caused Claire to squint her eyes as she finds herself crawling towards the dark again.Three loud thumps echoed through the whole container that she was
Chapter 75It wasn’t that her arms were already in pain from the tight grip, nor the fact that she’s being dragged again to the place that she’s not supposed to be at. It was because even with the different time, at a different city, the power of the police still prevailed. Iris thought that at this time there will be someone who will listen to her, someone who will care to really dig on her parents’ murder and make a move to clean her name.But after she cried in front of the Chief, he called two officers to go in and—with no remorse—he ordered her to be locked up. Max wasn’t able to do anything, but before she left the interrogation room, he promised that he will get her out as soon as he can, and that he will clean her name, which sounded really reassuring and comforting to hIris, if he only had the things that can prove her innocence. With all hopes gone and her long time plan went straight to th
Lance knocked gently on his room door. Swinging the door open, he found Claire just sitting idly by the edge of the bed and staring out from his window. He got worried that she might be feeling a little uncomfortable laying in a man’s bed so he got her an extra pair of sheets and pillow cases to sleep on for the night.“Are you wondering where she is now?” he asked, getting her attention. Claire spun around and smiled at him. She stood up and walked to help him change his covers."She's nothing like an ordinary woman, I'm sure she can protect herself even if he's against a hundred villains. She's a villain herself, you know." Claire chuckled, remembering just how tough Iris can be. "What I'm worried about is if does she still have the courage to be like that.""She's turned soft. Maybe because she's been with good people," Lance answered. "That's why you deserve to lay in bed with new shee
The Chief started to feel a lump on his throat, small as a marble, slithering against his flesh and feels like its popping big and growing long until it reached his lungs. He fell back to his chair, eyes bulging and his hands shaking in fear as he reach for Max who was also stunned at where he stood. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t utter a word, and the only left for him to do is to look back at Iris in his pleading eyes. Iris remained calm, staring at the Chief as he struggle to gasp for air. “You should have researched more about me. I have so much many secrets that I am keeping, and they are way bigger than you can ever imagine.” She leaned forward to throw her glares directly at the Chief who can’t even part his lips to speak and starts to sweat beads trickling down his neck and soaking his perfectly ironed baby blue shirt. “This is one of them.” The Chief finally was able to part his lips, but it was because something had locked up