Semua Bab Assassinate The Alpha: Bab 31 - Bab 40

SADIE.I have never denied the fact that he is so hot. Too handsome. He aged so much like a fine wine. Old and beautiful. Just that he is way much older than anyone can ever imagine. How did the rest of the world not notice that this man has lived four hundred years? Has he been hiding, waiting for me? But he is also a popular business man.His hand holding mine on his thigh as he drives is hot and while I get relief from the pains, it only makes me want him more. Whatever this night is, I hate it and love it at the same time.“Stop breathing like that, please.” He says the only word he has said in the last few minutes to me in a while.Am I even making sense with my speech? I mean thoughts? Whatever it is. I feel so drunk without taking any liquor whatsoever. I am in a haze of pain and want. More of the want now thanks to him. I practically want to be held closer than I am now. I want to hug him shirtless.Shirtless brings back the memories of him and that—what’s her name again? What

SADIE.Opening my eyes feels as though they are still close. It is dark and the faint smell of his cologne tells me he is not here but my moment of loneliness is short-lived as the door clicks open and the bed lights come on.“I cannot be here for long. My father and everyone will be back, and I do not want it to seem like I ditched them during a mission. It is bad for my straight records.” I start speaking before he does.“When did you start caring about what others have to say about you?” He asks as he inches closer.Right.“If we do not postpone this wedding. It is meant to happen in a few hours and I am not even ready. I am tired and our reason does not seem promising. If he agrees to this wedding instead of letting me know all that I need to know, what is the guarantee that us staying married will reveal a lot? I cannot deny the fact that I am becoming one of what you all are, I mean I saw my eyes change, I felt my bones snap if not for your intervention maybe I would have change

SADIE.I know my father’s car when I see it. My mouth drapes open slightly as realization dawns on me that he drove himself here, and not only that, he is rounding the car to open the door for the little bitch—not little since she is slightly older than me—but seeing him be such a gentleman? I was right when I said he likes this one. I knew it from the moment he hesitated to send her out of his office the other day.Could it be that she is pregnant?Ugh! I do not want to think about it. I do not want to imagine it. It has been too peaceful around us. My man needs a scandal. Darn it!Taking a deep breath, I straighten my posture; press my earrings properly against my ears and nod at Emmett, who has done nothing but massage my thighs since Liam and Cullen returned to the car.Emmett gets out first. He wastes no time rounding the car and opening the door for me, revealing to my father and side-piece, who have stopped walking to stare at us. My father gapes like a fish one too many times,

SADIE.“Your mother and I have been best friends since elementary school. Our moms made sure of it,” says the prime minister’s wife, Margo, who has corrected me a few times.“And my father is friends with the prime minister?” I just want to confirm my assumptions.“Same old cliché. My husband and your father were the tough boys of the school and our seniors. I worked my ass off to remain hidden—not as much as your mother worked to remain the most unnoticed, but our efforts gave us the opposite result.” Her feet become still and she turns to me. “Your mother’s father was supposed to be the next head of state, but things got messy, and he was killed. His wife, your grandmother, took it head on and made sure her best friend’s husband get into power, so she stays within it. Women weren’t supported much in politics back then. With the help of your soon-to-be husband, everything became easy. That man owns this city.” She hands the basket of flowers she has gathered to me.Emmett owns this c

SADIE.I hope Aunt Kitra will come. I have not had an opportunity to see her since she handed me over to Emmett to protect me. It’s the first time someone else held my inhaler to my lips and urged me to breathe. It had always been her since Esther was killed.“It is time. The guests have arrived and are awaiting your presence,” one of the prime minister’s staff announces as she walks into the room.“Just the powder, and you are set,” the makeup artist tells me, her brush patting my face as she speaks.Okay.“Do you think getting married to Emmett will restore Esther or bring the murderers to life?”I try to not let his words get to me, but they do. It’s not like I was deaf when he spoke.“All done,” the makeup artist says, grinning from ear to ear, clearly pleased with her retouch as she displays a mirror in front of me.“It’s perfect,” I remark, my eyes locking on mine in the mirror.“It was nice retouching your makeup, you were so calm.” She responds, earning a smile from me as she t