Another Chance

Acker’s POV

The darkness of the streets was suitable cover enough for me to enter my house wi the out causing chaos. A sigh left my lips, and I then began the task of undressing while still walking to my bedroom.

One glance at me would have told what I had been doing that night. Blood was splattered all over my shirt, pants and coat, and my gun was in the inner pocket of my jacket, the bullets in its chamber far spent.

Dealing with Cross and his allies however was most satisfying, for at last we had the upper hand. With Serrano’s and my combined forces, we had forced most of Cross’ allies to retreat. Cross still had a warrant out for his arrest, and that meant the law enforcement in our pockets would turn a blind eye to the violence against his men.

The stench of fresh blood, metallic and pungent, made my nose wrinkle. I tossed my clothes in the laundry hamper, sure that the maid would get to it in time. I needed a fucking shower.

And I needed to get back to the US. I missed my family