Aiyana Seeks help

The flight landed in under three hours and I woke up groggily, having gone to sleep in the large bed at the back of the aircraft. Lucien was not to be seen; he had insisted that I rest and I had given in although I was slightly piqued with him for dragging me back. I had just managed to look at Schwartz through the large glass partition and all I could make out was his poor body swathed in bandages.

We drove back home, Lucien barking orders at people all the while, switching from one phone to another. I could make out that he had already begun to exact revenge and that at least a handful of the evil Monk’s men had met their maker…

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Piers had been chuffed to know that his father did not want him to be near Schwartz; instead, he had asked for the Capo to take charge. Pies had known the man since he was just a toddler, and James Schwartz was like a father to him. He sank his head in his hands and shut his eyes. The Monk should be destroyed, along with the One-Eyed villain. But how could