Page 52 of My Sweetest Obsession
I was trapped in a never-ending nightmare. The anger burned within me, a raging fire that fueled my determination to survive and escape this hell.
“I’m sorry about Davina,” Alphonse stated.
“None of this should’ve happened,” I replied.
“I agree, but death is inevitable in our world. We were born in this life and will never escape death, Nico.”
I shot him a sidelong glance. “What kind of bullshit are you spinning?”
He let out a chuckle. “It was something my father used to say to me whenever we lost a soldier.”
“Davina wasn’t a solider.”
“No, but she was one of your people.”
We drove in silence. The winding road was lined with overgrown trees blanketed in snow. We approached the old, abandoned church, its crumbling stone walls coming into view. The steeple without a bell tilted at an awkward angle.
“How do you want to play this, Nico?” Matteo asked.
“Check the perimeter for any guards.”
“On it,” Luca said.
“What are you doing?” Lo raised an eyebrow at Luca.
“I’m finally putting the drone to good use. It’s better than the heat vision lenses. At least this way the drone will pick up everything.” Luca said, typing away on the laptop until the drone was active.
“Alright, open the window and let the fucker fly,” Luca instructed.
Lo rolled down the window and sent the drone into the cold air.
Minutes ticked by in silence until the drone’s video feed popped up.
“Wait, go back.” I pointed at the screen when something caught my eye near the dumpster.
“What the hell is that?” Luca squinted at the screen.
“See if you can get in closer,” I ordered.
“If I get too close, someone could spot it,” Luca warned.
“Doesn’t look like anyone’s around,” Alphonse chimed in, scanning the area with narrowed eyes.
The drone flew closer to the dumpster, and then the image became clearer.
“Holy shit,” Luca gasped.
“What do you see?” Matteo and Lo asked at the same time.
“It’s a head,” I said.
“Jesus,” Alphonse grimaced.
“Radio the guards. Have them do a perimeter check around the church,” I said to no one in particular. “Miguel, stay with the car and be ready to deploy the missile if necessary.”
“Understood, sir,” Miguel replied.
“I’ll have my guards positioned by the vehicle as well. They’ll keep an eye out for any unexpected threats,” Alphonse added.
