Page 49 of Scarred Sacrifice
“Mor,” Nyx calls.
I hold up my hand. “Don’t!” I snap.
“I’m not about to report you or the club,” he defends.
I turn and look at him. “I don’t know that, and your word means shit,” I snap, rubbing my temple. “Eden, do me a favour. Bring me some painkillers.” I sigh.
Eden nods, giving my arm a gentle squeeze. “We will work it out,” she assures me.
I nod and look to Nyx. The only way we can work it out and be assured that our location and who we are doesn’t go any further than him is to kill him. Why does that thought make me feel physically sick?
I perch on the edge of my bed. “I guess we are no longer frenemies,” he states.
“Frenemies?! This is worse. Way, way worse,” I sigh.
“So, what does this mean now? You going to kill me? Now that I’ve seen too much?” he asks with humour in his tone. I look at him, void of any humour. “Shit,” he mutters, realising that it’s a possibility.
“You witnessed me killing innocent people. You were there while we played chess with human fucking lives. I was a part of all that. You watched me break into Henry’s office. You’ve come here and now know about us. No one knows about us!” Ifume as anger and fear course through me that I have destroyed everything my mother sacrificed herself for.
“I will not include you. You have my word,” he assures me.
I scoff. “Sure. You worked for Henry for years, got him on side, and you made him believe you were working for him on his side. Do you really think I’m just going to believe you?” I ask.
He sighs, and my bedroom door opens and Bernie walks in. “You’re needed,” she says flatly. I nod and walk towards the door, pausing to look over at Nyx. “I will watch him. Go on,” she insists.
I agree and go to see what Eden and Betsy need.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
NYX
Fuck,fuck, fuck. I should have kept my mouth shut. I could have just sealed my own death, as well as blow the entire mission. I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I’ve never said or given away my position since working for Henry. I worked fucking hard to gain his trust, then fucking Morrigan walks in and it all goes to shit. I don’t know if they got Henry, and I don’t know if he’s alive, in custody, or dead.
“So, CIA,” Bernie says, perching herself on the bed.
I look at her and nod. “Yeah,” I answer.
“How did you get into that? Family?” she asks.
I frown and shake my head. “No,” I state, not elaborating.
She nods. “You want to know how Morrigan got into this?” she asks.
I look at her, confused as to why she would be willing to divulge this information. “Okay,” I answer sceptically.
“Her mother and me started this back in the 90’s. We were young, married young, and unfortunately married wrong. We were beaten, amongst other things,” she says with a sad smile. “Anyway, we decided enough was enough. Mainly because of Morrigan. Her mother wanted better for her. So we killed our husbands,” she confesses.
My eyes widen and I look at her, stunned that she’s sharing this with me, especially knowing who I work for. “I, fuck.” I pause. “You shouldn’t be telling me this,” I remind her.
She shrugs. “Why? If you are going to arrest Morrigan, then I’m going in with her. I made a promise to her mom that I would always look out for her, and I plan on continuing to do that, even if that means I will be locked up for the rest of my life,” she states firmly.
“I’m not going to report her,” I tell her.
“Ah, that’s good. Tell me about your other operatives that were there. Will they keep quiet too?” she asks, arching her brow.
“How did you know there was more?” I ask.
She smirks, pointing at the lines around her eyes. “See these? These are my creases, my wrinkles; a privilege of growing old. I’ve seen a lot, therefore I know a lot. Like I know when CIA are close to ending their operation, they will make sure there are other agents ready to assist in the sting.”
