All Chapters of Twice Upon A Star: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

ABIGEALEARLY THE next morning, Abel, Matteo and I left the compound in a Sedan that was probably way more expensive than it looked. We hadn’t been given any more insight as to what was next on the itinerary. While both men were getting restless, I remained calm. Whatever it turned out to be, I was going to dominate it. I had to.The vehicle stopped in front of a sprawling bungalow with a perfectly tended front garden and interlocked tiles leading the way to the front door, where a man who I assumed was security waited.As we approached, he gave us a curt nod and opened the door, ushering us in with a wave of his hand. I hoisted my duffel higher on my shoulder as I stepped in, taking in the tall windows that let in a lot of sunlight and the tasteful furniture in muted colours.Waiting for us, bathed in a particularly strong shaft of sunlight, were Blaine Daniels and Jordan Alonso.Jordan’s cold gaze swept over me before he addressed us, wasting no time with pleasantries.“Morning. Con

BLAINEI DIDN'T bother knocking as I strode into Jordan's office, Abigeal following behind me. “We have a problem.” I said curtly, then stopped short.Melanie was standing at Jordan's desk and turned to look at me over her shoulder. She smiled. “Hi, Blaine. I haven't seen you in a while.”I swallowed and forced a bright smile. Melanie is my best friend's girlfriend who was once mine. Hehe complicated right?“Mel, hey.” I crossed the room to hug her, trying hard not to breathe in her scent or to be too aware of her hands on my back.Get it together. She's marrying your best friend.When I released her, her hazel eyes slid over my shoulder to rest on Abigeal. I cleared my throat. “Right. This is my new bodyguard, Abigeal Starr. Abigeal, meet Jordan's fiance Melanie.” I concluded the introductions.Abigeal nodded once in Melanie's direction. “It’s a pleasure.” Her face said anything but.Melanie smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. “Congrats on your new position. You'll love B

ABIGEALTHE NEXT few days passed uneventfully, if uneventful involved discovering a bug in my target’s car or spotting multiple tails whenever we drove to the house.I mostly kept to my room except when he was at the office, then I hung out with his secretary Chris, bored out of my mind. I desperately wished for activity.Activity came just after midnight four days after we set the trap. I was sitting up in bed cleaning my daggers when I heard the soft clicks of a lock being picked.I smiled to myself as I sheathed the knives under my baggy sleep shirt and padded barefoot to the door. I waited until they got the front door open then left my room quietly.The lights were off and visibility was aided only by the lights from the lamp posts outside coming in through the windows.My eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly enough to see the shadows moving fast towards the staircase, halted only by the dagger I threw at one of them.His yell, a mixture of surprise and pain, drew the attention o

ABIGEALWHEN JORDAN and my target entered the house, Melanie and I were sitting in the living area. She was sucking on a juice box with her legs tucked up beneath her. Jordan immediately crossed the room to her and swept his eyes over her body searching for injuries. She smiled at him and he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ears, looking into her eyes with an unreadable expression. It felt like I was intruding on a private moment, so I looked away.My eyes were drawn to Blaine and I frowned. He looked like he had been through the wringer. His hair was messy like he'd been running his hands through it and his blue eyes weren't as vibrant as usual. He took one look at Jordan and Melanie then sat down on the sofa beside me. I tried not to focus on the warmth of his nearness.“Progress?” Jordan asked, fixing his cold green eyes on me, but Melanie spoke up with a sinister smile. “Oh there's progress alright. Give Abigeal a minute to write it all up.”“Done.” I spoke, passing

ABIGEALTHE HALLWAY was dimly lit, which provided a bit of cover as I crept through. I noticed sounds emanating from some rooms- laughter, voices raised in argument, two people fucking- while others were silent and not because they were empty. I concluded that the more important places had been fortified with soundproofing, and an idea came to my head. I found the two men who had dragged the boy out of the room. They were strapping him to a chair in front of a camera mounted on a tripod. The boy was looking with terrified eyes at the table next to him which held lots of sharp instruments and even a saw. I rolled my shoulders and stepped into the doorway. They immediately looked my way, eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Who are you?”“Jacques sent me to help.” I said casually, walking further into the room. They straightened; one of them discreetly reached for his weapon. “He didn't tell us he was sending anybody," one of them said. I shrugged. “I guess he didn't think either of you me