Page 19 of Psychological War

Everything in the past two weeks has been bothering me. No matter what I did, besides going to Killian, I could not find this girl, and I didn’t know why I was so focused on trying to find her. After getting rid of those two people I surely would have thought I’d see her again. I couldn’t explain why. But I went to that club almost every day. I walked around the area. I tried everything I could, but still she didn’t appear.

“I don’t know why you’re freaking out,” a raspy soft voice sounded nearby. I stopped dead in my tracks, that voice was so familiar. “No, I haven’t, now will you stop freaking out!”

It was her. I could pick her voice out anywhere. My eyes gazed around, trying to find where she was. They didn’t stop until I peeked around the corner, finding the girl standing directly in front of the Chinese restaurant I was supposed to go to.

She stood there in a pair of dark gray sweatpants and a black sweatshirt that swallowed her. A pair of tennis shoes that made her even shorter than she was the last time. Her hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun. She had this addicting look. There was nothing special about her, but fuck if I wasn’t inching towards her.

“How's the dance going?” she asked into her phone. “Oh, okay. Yeah, I’ll call you tomorrow.” Hanging up she shoved her phone into her pocket, tipping her head up towards the night sky. I could barely hear what she was mumbling, bits and pieces, until it was clear. “I’m too tired to eat.”

Moving out of the way just as she turned, she started walking towards where I was hiding against the wall. Holding my breath I watched as she crossed the street. I know I should let her go. I know I shouldn't follow her, but I ignored my own advice and followed her.

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I followed her more than ten blocks away from the city to a small house sitting on the corner. Simple light gray siding, black door, with a black SUV sitting on the side driveway. The grass was a little overgrown, along with the bushes sitting in front of the front windows, not giving a lot of space to be able to peek inside.

I followed as she unlocked the side door and quickly shut it behind her. Ignoring the nagging feeling that was telling me to just turn around and come back at a later time, I didn’t. Instead I found myself stepping around the SUV, following around to the back of the house. There were no lights on the inside that I could see. Everything was pitch black.

This was becoming useless, but at least I found out where she lived. Smiling at the thought of being able to come back and watch my kitten, I backed away leaving her house behind.

10

Salem

ThelastfewdaysI could feel eyes on me. No matter where I went, I could feel someone watching me. I just couldn’t figure who it could be. I had cameras around the house, but whoever it was stayed far enough away that I couldn’t see anything. I accepted to find myself nervous, fearful that I was being watched.

But I wasn’t.

Instead I was intrigued. It felt almost like a game. I should have told Aziza about it, told her to look into who this could be. Knowing Aziza she would be able to find them. I could, but she would be able to find anything out about my stalker.

I wondered if it could be Zane. I hadn’t seen him since Martin and Blondie tried attacking me. And for some reason it bothered me. I wanted to see him, I wanted to find out where he lived. What he was doing, what he was even eating. It wasn’t like me. I had a job to do; I had men to take care of.

I couldn’t believe I let my mind wander anywhere else. My eyes were no longer focused on them. Glaring up I refocused my full attention on the top floor. Giulio and Leonzo were both standing on the second floor of the club talking with each other. I couldn’t tell what they were saying since I was blending into the back, but they were both having fun. Giulio threw his head back, letting out a deep laugh that had me gritting my teeth. My back molars were going to break from the amount of pressure I was biting down on. The second floor was empty besides two guards that stood with guns in their holsters.

Easy pickings.

I kept my back against the wall, I kept my face lowered to the ground, making sure the hood covered enough of my face.

I watched as they talked and laughed. Not knowing tonight was going to be the last night. They were going to die. I was done waiting.

I was done with it all. All of them were going to die. Starting with these two.

Giulio finished his drink first then followed Leonzo to the exit. Both guards followed close behind them. I had about ninety seconds until they were in the cars, and I would lose them. Once the exit door was closed, I rushed down the stairs to the exit. I ignored the pulls and the gazes of men eye fucking me.

Jogging to get to the door faster I made it just as the side alley door swung open. Neither of them looked over to where I came out,fucking stupid.

The wind wrapped around me as I inched closer. Both guards stood behind the men. The left one was much bigger. He might have been a problem, but I felt the anger ripping through me.

The adrenaline coursed through me. Hand on my blade I made quick work as I threw it into the back of the big guy's neck. None of them had time, the big guy choked on his blood falling forward. The other guard turned around just as I threw my other blade into his throat. His eyes went wide.

Giulio turned. “What the fu—” I already had my Glock 43 and aimed, shooting him in the kneecap. Leonzo had enough time to take his own gun out and took aim.

“Who the fuck are you!” he yelled. His voice echoed off the alleyway. We both stood taking aim at each other. Giulio was moaning in pain on the ground. “Who are you!” he screamed.

Most would be scared if they were in my situation. Most feared men like Giulio and Leonzo. They were so used to telling people to jump, waiting for them to ask how high. What they didn’t realize was that I was not just some random person on the street. I wasn’t scared of them. They would soon learn they needed to be scared of me. They would learn they messed with the wrong family, and I was here to remind them of that.

“I’m going to give you to the count of three to tell me, who th—” I didn’t let him finish. My left hand held my last blade. Not taking my eyes off Leonzo, I threw the knife, impaling him in the shoulder. It was amazing what you could do being ambidextrous.

He fell to the ground, the gun falling onto concrete. Both men were screaming like a bunch of pussies. They acted like they’d never been shot or stabbed before.

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