The Wanderer (Book #2)

Chapter 2

I am so fucking pissed.

If anything could label my feelings that week that I waited to go back home, it was those five words.

I wanted to grab Alexander's head and stuff a grenade in his mouth. The thoughts that went in my mind are almost too scary to even say. You'd get nightmares.

Alexander Afonasy really thought that I cared about his 'power' in Russia. I really didn't. Yes I didn't plan on killing Cage. Alexander was just too stupid to realize that once he gave me the money, I'd kill him on the spot.

On the day I was supposed to leave for LA, the guards led me out of my room to the lobby where I waited for him.

Once he did come, he was carrying a large brief case with him. God I was getting all too familiar with brief cases.

He smiled at me and handed me the case. It was heavy in my hands but I concealed my knowing what he had probably put in it.

I smiled at him then pulled a shard of glass out of my pocket that I had found on the ground in my room at point. His eyes widened for a moment but then he fell to his knees holding his bleeding throat. I had slashed his throat deep open and severed his vocal chord probably.

The guards held up their guns with their fingers on the triggers. I smirked at them then was stunned when Alexander gurgled out one sentence, "Don't...Shoot..."

Then he fell onto his back dead as blood pooled around him. I sighed slightly, gave a wave to the guards then walked out.

I opened the case and sure enough, a meticulous looking piece of technology was inside. As soon as I opened it, a timer went off for ten seconds and I chuckled. He must think I'm an idiot.

Turning around, I threw the case through the door then walked away to an airport.

It made my day as the whole building blew up behind me.

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Alexander had let me have my phone back so I called Cage. He picked up on the third ring, "Hello?"

"Hey Cage it's me."

I heard him take a heavy intake of breath and sigh, "What do you want Rage?"

I was taken by surprise by the hostility in his voice that I didn't even take in the fact he called me by my real name, "Is something wrong?"

"I know that you're coming here to kill me."

My heart stopped and I stood stunned. How did he know that?? I wracked my brain then realized. Alexander...That piece of shit!

"Cage it's not what you think! Let me explain-"

"No Rage," He spat into the phone, "That isn't what's going to happen. You're going to stay out of my house. Out of fucking LA. I already withdrew my jet. Stay out of LA, and stay away from me and Kris. Understood?"

My throat went dry and my mind felt numb, "Yes sir..."

"Good." Then he hung up.

I stood there blankly. I didn't know what to do. I had nowhere to go. Where could I go? I was in the middle of fucking Moscow!

I yelled in frustration and threw my phone to the ground so hard it exploded into bits of broken pieces.

Hastily I pulled out the wallet I'd been given by Alexander. I opened it and found two hundred dollars in it.

I held it up in my hands and stared.

Oh my god...This can't be happening...NO!

I screamed in frustration and ran to a car punching the window out then unlocked it and hopped in. Fumbling, I felt around for the the ignition and found no keys. I sighed and tore out some wires from under it and sparked them together a few times until the car roared into life.

I pushed on the gas pedal then took off down the road heading for the city.

How am I going to pay for all this?! My cigarettes, my clothes-

Until one thought hit me.

I had lost Rose's possessions that I had taken with me on the flight. They were in my duffel bag but I got taken without them.

I pushed the brakes so abruptly the back end went up for a moment. I stared out the front window and gripped the steering wheel. That shirt, was the only thing of Rose that I had left and I lost it. Like I lost everything else.

I screamed and hit the steering wheel over and over then pushed the gas pedal again and soared down the road into the city.

Funny how doing that one act, caused me so much pain in the next second because a car smashed into the other side of mine.

The pure force threw my car onto its back then it rolled until it was right back on its wheels but it was entirely broken down. The windows shattered and the car door bent so much it couldn't be opened.

I groaned in pain and touched my head and felt a sticky substance on my fingertips. I held my hand up to my eyes but all I saw was my blurry hand and red on my hand. Dark spots clouded over my vision and the rest of what happened for the next hour is unknown to me.

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HEYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

So I've decided two things, one is that I'm going to try and update once every day. Sound good? :)

Two, I've decided once all the Orphan books are finished, I'm going to take them and mash them into one book called:

RISE OF THE ORPHAN

It will have three sections in the book with the titles of each book in the original trilogy.

What do you guys think?

Once I do put the books together to make that one book, I might publish it. Or try to. Personally I think these books are terrible but.......No one seems to think that for some reason.

Have a good day! :D

-theinsanewolfer-

This chapter goes out to @Cherry_Cola_X because her book, "The Bad Boy Stole My Bra" was an original story that I read and is a reason that I even have Wattpad. :)