Page 46 of Psychological War

“Don’t fucking roll your eyes. I’m not Zane who will take it from you. I will not give a second thought to killing you right here. You can stay here, but we’re le—” He never finished. Stabbing the needle into his chest, his eyes widened, his mouth stayed half opened. “What did you just stab me with?” he slurred. Instead of answering him, I waited until his eyes became glossy and finally he dropped.

The moment his body hit the ground, Killian flew from the car and stalked towards me. I wasn’t in the mood to fight him, but I guess if I had to get everyone out of here, that’s what I was going to have to do.

“Mind setting him in the back seat of the Tahoe?” I pointed towards it with my thumb. I didn’t wait for him to answer. Going to the car, I opened the back door to Mila.

“He’s fine. Just gave him something to get him to shut up,” I muttered motioning for her and Tobias to get out. Mila gave me a small smile before climbing out.

“Yeah, he tends to do that when things don’t go his way.”

“You trust me though, right?” I had to ask. I didn’t really care for Dimitri or Killian much. I wasn’t sure what I felt towards Zane, but Mila and Tobias reminded me too much of myself and my family.

“Of course,” she said, bending to pick Tobias up. Though for a four-year-old, he was quite tall, reaching her waist. “I just have to ask, are we going somewhere safe?” she muttered as we walked towards the warehouse door.

“Yes, this place is safe. It’s just somewhere we can go to lay low, so both Zane and I can heal.” What I didn’t mention was the fact that Luca was playing Dimitri, and I had to figure out if I could trust Dimitri or not.

“I trust you.” Mila smiled. I waited while she got into the back with Tobias, and Killian once again started stalking towards me.

“I really don’t want to knock you out or fight you as well, so please just save it. Dimitri will live. I just gave him something to knock him out for the next maybe twelve hours. Maybe twenty-four hours. Can’t be too sure with the dosage. I was trying to do the math, and yeah. Anyway, mind grabbing Zane and putting him in the trunk and then we can hit the road?” I shrugged.

Killian, for the first time, actually glared at me like I kicked his puppy. This was completely different from the man who smiled at me when I’d walked downstairs a few hours ago.

“I want to ask two questions before I do anything for you.”

Rolling my eyes, I said, “Sure.” I wasn’t sure if I would actually answer him, depending on what he asked me.

“How many languages do you speak?” I almost laughed, forgetting I spoke Russian in front of them.

“Six fluent, but I can get by with eight.”

“Damn, we need to catch up,” he muttered to himself. But it was true. From what I gathered, they spoke two languages.

“Why can’t I find anything on you?”

Wow. That was a loaded question. I could be honest with him and lay it all out for him, or I could give him the short version. Or even give him the shortest version, but I had no idea if Aziza wanted anyone to know that she was the best hacker in the world. She hid the truth, so I doubted she wanted me to say anything. So I gave the shortest answer without giving her away.

“I made myself disappear from the face of the earth.” Giving him one arm shrug, I turned towards the Tahoe. “I suggest grabbing him fast or I’ll leave both your asses here.” I wouldn’t, but I was done talking or feeling.

I was just ready to get out of the city.

21

Zane

Therewereafewthings that felt odd the moment I felt myself gain consciousness.

The softness of the pillow pressed against my cheek, drool pooling at the corner of my mouth. The large blanket covering my body matched the most comfortable bed I’d ever laid on.

Shifting slightly, my ribs pinched in pain causing me to grit my teeth. I couldn’t take in a full breath, but relaxing my body, it became easier slowly.

Lifting an eyelid, I immediately shut it when the warm sun shot directly in my face.

Fuck, that shit was bright.

Lifting my head slightly, I reopened my eyes and let them adjust to my surroundings. Which, from the looks of it, was no place I had ever been.

Where the fuck was I?

Scanning the room as much as I could, I sat in the large bed sitting against the far wall. Two side tables that were brown and worn with lamps on each. On the left one sat a glass of water with a small bottle of ibuprofen. The wall across from the front of the bed had two doors on either side, one wide open with clothes trailing out messily. The dresser laid out multiple clothes with drawers pulled halfway out. The right wall had a bay window, a bench seat with a few pillows, and the left wall had a single closed door.

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