Page 61 of Sworn to Revenge
“Pedro, your power is an extension of your body. Close your eyes. Own it,” she instructs me with a calm that’s a total mismatch to the worry flooding my chest. But I listen, reluctantly shutting my eyes.
“Feel which parts of your body it flows through, accept it as a part of you—don’t fear it,” she continues to guide me. I take a deep breath, trying to focus on the tingling currents coursing through my body. “Once you feel the source, lead the currents exactly to where you want them to go.”
“I feel the electric currents everywhere. I can’t find the source,” I respond, frustrated. My hands feel like they’re about to burn if I don’t release the electricity soon.
“Concentrate!” she commands. “The currents are all over, but their source is where they all start from—find it.”
I try to calm the chaos within me, ignoring the intensifying sting and focusing on the flow of the currents, leading me directly to what feels like some energy ball at the center of my chest. Alin’s right—they all stem from one place!
“I found it.” I inform her, keeping my eyes shut.
“Excellent. Now focus on that point and direct all the burning currents in your body to a single exit point,” she explains, as if all this madness is making any sense.
I focus on the ball in my chest—from where everything originates—and guide the currents as one steady stream toward my hand, steering it in my mind down to my fingers.
“You’re a fast learner,” Alin acknowledges, and I can almost picture thesatisfied smile she’s probably wearing. “Now open your eyes, and channel the electric stream forward, directly at your target.”
I snap my eyes open, thrusting my hand forward. To my surprise, this time the currents don’t leap erratically from my palm—they flow in a single direction toward my fingers, wrapping around my hand as if they’re an inseparable part of it as the sting becomes almost soothing.
“Send it to the target on the wall in front of you. Come on,” Alin urges me, and I suppress the tiny flicker of pride leaping in my chest as I channel the currents forward. They hit directly at the point I aimed for, staying within the boundaries of the marked target on the wall—and most importantly, without setting us all on fire.I am a fucking weapon!
“I can’t believe I actually did that!” I look at Alin with my mouth agape, the familiar sting in my body now forgotten.
“Our powers are dangerous when we let emotions take over. Now that you know how to control it when it surges, the next step is learning how to create it when you need it.” She steps closer, a mischievous smile on her face, clearly signaling that we still have a long way to go. But then, my eyes fall on the phone in her hand—it’s still on a call.What the hell?
“They’re still on the line?” I ask angrily.
Alin laughs. “Don’t worry, they’ve got a plan for anyone tailing them. I just saw you were finally starting to lose control when worrying about Bay, so I took advantage of it.”
I hurl curses at her, and immediately a roar echoes from the other side of the line. Even without being on speaker, I can hear the threat in my brother’s voice. Point taken—not cursing my sister-in-law.
I sigh, turning to Mariano, who’s now sitting casually on the bench in the room, one leg crossed over the other, leaning back on his hands, enjoying the show we’re putting on.
“Go ahead, make your snarky comment now so we can get all today’s shit out of the way and get back to training,” I throw at him, already seeing the smirk he’s trying to hold back.
“Welcome to the club of whipped men; we really should get membership cards made,” he chuckles, getting back onto the mat. Alin’s laughter quickly joins his as she ends the call.
I’m definitely going to enjoy every moment of making him suffer today.
Bay
“You just told Alin you had a plan? Because the look on your face right now doesn’t exactly inspire confidence,” I ask Luca, sighing when he once again doesn’t answer. He is focused on the side mirror, tracking every move of whoever’s behind us.
“Are you going to answer me, or is it just—”
“Bay, hold the call with Abert. I need to know what the Russians are doing here and how they knew where we are,” he cuts me off with an order and pass me his phone.
I know there’s no talking to him right now, so I take the already dialing phone from his hand as he tries to shake off the car behind us.
“Mariano already updated me,” Abert answers immediately, without introduction as soon as he picks up. “Looks like Pedro was right. Mariana exploited both the Russians and the French to work with her—all the French’s locations and ours are shared with the Russians. You need backup?” Abert keeps him in the loop and asks.
I glance at Luca questioning as he doesn’t answer right away. Does he expect me to manage this whole bizarre operation and give Abert an answer? I don’t even know what they’re talking about.
“No. I’m in control of the situation. I’m going to make them disappear. I need you to pin their disappearance on the French, I need them distracted with something else until I finish handling Will,” Luca finally answers, lays out his plan, and I still have no clue how this well-managed crime network works, but I’m not particularly interested either.
“On it.” Abert confirms and ends the call.
“So, what’s your plan, Mr. ‘I am the big scary Capo’?” I ask impatiently. I don’t intend to be caught unprepared in a situation like this.
