All Chapters of I'm No Heroine: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

  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

‘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

   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

   “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. 

 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