...Zander POV...Kieran and I were fast asleep when a ping from my phone woke me up. I tried to ignore it. However, my phone continued to vibrate from an onslaught of texts. I reached for my phone and turned on the light to see what time it was. The clock on the other side of my wall read 5 AM.I rolled my eyes in disbelief that someone would call me this early. I normally have my phone on silent mode. But whoever was messaging me had managed to get through. I wasn't a morning person and hadn't gotten to bed until only a few hours ago. This is why I was irritated that someone had decided to interrupt my sleep.Another message came through, making me look down at my phone to see who was messaging me. My eyes scanned the message, which read:"Vito's dead."I felt my eyes open up wide from what I was seeing. Surely this had to be some sort of mistake?"No.. it couldn't be..." I commented out loud as another message came through. I opened up the picture and was immediately on my feet. I r
No longer able to keep the curiosity at bay, I grabbed Kieran's phone and read the message. Hawk stood next to me, looking over my shoulder to read the assassin's reply."Not necessary.""What? What is that supposed to even mean?" I ask."It sounds like they don't want to be reimbursed. But I don't understand why." Kieran replies, looking towards Hawk, who has grown increasingly more worried. "What are you thinking?" I ask, my question directed at Hawk."An assassin declining payment isn't good.""Why?""Payment means an exchange. Money for a kill. Without that exchange, there's nothing keeping you connected.""Isn't that a good thing?""Not necessarily. If somehow the police manage to connect this to you, there's no one else they can pin this on.""But what difference does it make? Even if they did collect payment from us, it probably would've just been through an offshore account, which is untraceable anyways. So what difference does it make?" I ask."No one ever does something out
"You can't honestly be considering working with this person?" Hawk asks.I shrug my arms. For whatever reason, something was telling me that we could trust this Huntress. I couldn't explain this feeling, considering they hadn't really done anything to earn it. As much as I wanted to respond like Hawk and rid ourselves of the Huntress, something inside of me wasn't agreeing with me. My gut was telling me that we could trust her while my brain was screaming all the warning signs at me. While I may not be a fan of the Huntress bugging our office, I can't deny they haven't done anything against us. It's clear they have the skills and the know-how to get what they want. If it was money they were after, they could've taken it by now. But they didn't, which made me believe that we could trust them. For whatever reason, I seemed to believe what they were telling us. It was almost like my instinct was to believe this Huntress as opposed to cutting ties with them. I knew how ridiculous it soun
...Sienna POV...Over the next few months, I started working with the twins against their knowledge. In order for my involvement to remain a secret, I had to move out. It would've been too obvious that I was the Huntress if I was disappearing too much.There are only so many excuses a girl could make before they realized I wasn't doing what I was saying I was. However, moving out wasn't the easiest of tasks either. I had to find a place where my brothers would allow me to stay that wouldn't alert them to my nighttime activities. Living in a condo was out of the question, as it would be impossible to prevent them from finding out what I was doing. If I lived in a condo, they would make sure the front desk agent informed them of all of my movements. They would also have access to the camera feeds, which I would have to spend way too much time hacking to prevent them from knowing what I was doing. I also knew that they would never allow me to live in a house with no security. So my opti
In order to keep up the pretense, I spent the first week in England visiting my cousins Wyatt and Amiah. Wyatt was so much like Maverick that it was practically impossible not to see him like a brother. They were so similar that many often thought they were twins. Sometimes I find them to even be more alike than the twins. Amiah, however, was more like a sister to me. She was like the sister I never had. I grew up with both an older brother and two younger brothers. Apart from my mom, I was surrounded by men. I loved spending time with Amiah, as it allowed me to talk about things apart from business and fighting. With Amiah, I could talk about the more simple things in life. Like me, she was into art and loved spending her time at Art Galleries. It wasn't until this trip had I realized how long it had been since I had last gone to an art gallery. It took me a few days to gain the courage to go to the gallery with Amiah. I was also a mess for a few days after. But Amiah helped to pul
The next month went without a hitch. I made sure to spend time with my cousins, so no one would bat an eye as to why I was in England. But when I wasn't with my family, I was at the campus working on the next step of my plan. Mingmei had done as I asked and chucked both her attitude and her guards out the door. I was elated with how well my plan was coming along. With her guards out of the picture, I would be able to complete the next stage of my plan much more easily. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't afraid of her guards and had the means to overthrow them if necessary, but I didn't want to have to.Instead, I planned on 'keeping her late' after class for extra guidance. I was giving back their latest test results, to which Mingmei had received a B+. A grade far lower than she was expecting. So I was going to offer a tutorial session in hopes of raising her grade. A gesture no student would ever give up.Before coming here, I had taken the time to study the school's floor plans. A tacti
While holding the camera towards Mingmei, I raise a gun in her direction and cock the gun."NO! Stop!""Oh, did you suddenly have an epiphany?" I taunt."I don't know where Cole Finch is..." He begins. However, his words only heighten my annoyance.I press hard on the trigger and shoot just past her head. "MEI!" Lucas screams in horror."I wouldn't delay if I were you. I only have so much patience. Let that be your final warning. If you don't give me what I came here for, the next bullet goes into her skull."I promise. I don't know where Cole is...." Lucas begins, making me cock the gun, getting ready to aim once more."NO! WAIT!" Lucas screams at me."I'm not a very patient person Lucas, and you're asking far more of me than you should be, considering I hold your daughter's life in my hands." I irritably state."Please. I promise. I don't know where he is..." I immediately cut Lucas off by aiming the gun at Mingmei's head."Well, I guess there's no need to keep your daughter alive
The sound of the elevator rings out as we reach the top floor. The door opens up to a private suite. I usher Mingmei into the suite and make my way to the kitchen. I can feel Mingmei's eyes in the back of my head as her eyes glare at me."What are we doing here?" She asks.I walk over to the fridge and pour myself a glass of water. I raise the glass with a tilt, gesturing to her if she would like some as well. However, she simply rolls her eyes and flips me off. I ignore her antics and take a sip of water as I make my way to the living room. I pause in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the city. I take another sip of water as my gaze looks to the distance, not focusing on anything in particular."Waiting." I reply."For what?""For your dad to carry out his end of the deal.""And if he doesn't?""We've been over this.""But what happens if my dad goes to the cops instead? You are holding me hostage, after all. What makes you think my dad hasn't already gone to