i do not support ella in any way. this book is a comfort book for a lot of people and some people haven't finished yet.
"A killer who is afraid of guns and another who is afraid of the dark, huh? Quite the team."
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I was literally going to be sick if I spent another minute in this fucking room, but I had to find my mother.
After Harry warned me about Amber, I was extra careful... I even got myself a new black mask that covered most of my face just to be safe. Well, let's just say the man I stole it from wasn't going to need it anymore.
I was leaving a trail of corpses behind, as Harry put it... I wished I had more time to kill every single sick person in this room, but our plan had to speed up now that the FBI was here.
Yes, I was nervous. I wasn't expecting Amber to be here tonight, actually, I wasn't expecting the FBI to know about this at all.
Were they about to raid the place? Was Amber here just for the investigation? She once mentioned this was much bigger than just my mother and Desmond, that they were also focusing on the suppliers. Maybe that's why she was here.
Either way, I had to be careful. I knew how to be silent and effective, that's why I was good at my job. No one in this event tonight was expecting anything bad to happen, they were used to things working out for fifteen years now.
People were acting as if this was a normal friendly reunion, and I honestly couldn't stand witnessing this.
Everyone was already seated on the many rows of chairs placed around the stage set up in the room, and I just knew the auction was about to start. From what I overheard a couple saying, it was running late already. I hadn't seen any girls except for the ones serving champagne, and I wondered if something happened.
Meanwhile, I was trying to find my mother.
After I looked for her upstairs and saw her coming back down, I was distracted by Harry. He was way too worried, this was actually the one time we had to do things his way: without thinking too hard. But the roles were reversed tonight, Harry was overthinking and being careful, while I simply didn't give a fuck anymore.
I was feeling nothing but rage, I was honestly done.
The numbness was consuming me entirely, I just needed to find my mother and make her pay. Harry was going to do the same to his father and then we could leave.
We needed to know the whole truth and they had to suffer.
After seeing what was happening tonight and knowing that my mother was responsible for this and much worse, I had no feelings but disgust towards her.
She wasn't my mother, she was just a useless fucking piece of shit. The love I once dared to feel for her was long gone, especially since she didn't even call me about Niall.
