𝐶𝑀𝐼𝑌𝐶 𝑆𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 [Book 1]

Chp 11 The Writter

[Sebastian POV]

I took off early the next morning even though I know I still can lay beside Louis for alittle longer.

Settle things quicker is safer for everyone and also especially Louis.

He doesn't need to work so hard anymore, he would be more happy and can explore more things that he loves again.

I caressed his hair gently one last time while he sleeps peacefully, only then I set off to Mycroft's office.

Honestly I didn't like that guy, his giving me the bossy vibes more than a helper, he does listened to everyone's opinion but end up choosing his own.

How can I convinced a guy like him to listen to me? Act nice and polite? I might puke if I did that.

The first time I entered the gate, it was full of agents running around with their papers all over the desk.

It's a mess and it wasn't a good sign just by seeing them watching me while stopping whatever their doing.

I silently walked in further down without lifting my eyes up but end up bumping into a girl and she landed down on the floor.

"I'm sorry here let me-" I said softly while giving her a hand.

"No don't touch me! I'll do myself" her voice trembled while picking up her scattered papers.

She's trembling? Because of me? She's not even looking at me.

Then I heard whispering around me.

"Hey isn't he the killer that-"

"Yeah I heard he shoot people without any mercy, it's scary"

"Don't look at him, your be dead!"

"Why is he here? Are we in danger?"

Ah I know now, these people were afraid of me because I'm part of the Moriarty family.

They don't see me as human no more.

"Sebastian Moran?" a deep voice called out from an opened office door.

It's the man I have been looking for, his surprised as well with his dark eyebrows lifting up.

His wearing pretty simple these days, white collar shirt with brown trousers, a black belt over his hips.

Pretty busy as a guard dog running around with fools that doesn't show respect or gratitude for the Moriarty family at all.

I wonder how much more we can do and finally get back our freedom or even just alittle respect?

"Coming here without sending any letters must be an urgent news" he said softly while pouring me a cup of wine.

I stood silently Infront of his desk while watching at the cup. He then sat down slowly on his expensive chair.

"Well?" he asked deeply.

"I don't even know where to start, I came in and the first thing was your people watching me like I was some sort of wild hound" I said deeply.

"Don't bother them, they seen plenty of sad news lately, mind not bringing your gun?it will seem like your about to create murder"