AUTHOR'S POV
Dream Aura,
01: 04 am.
Sybil was kinda lost in the mysteriously glamouring eyes of Hunter until two black cars stopped behind him.
Her eyes slowly widened as soon as she caught King with a crown customized on Hunter's car.
" I'm so sorry." She immediately stood up and bowed fearfully.
Hunter looked up at the girl apologizing with closed eyes and before he could speak she ran away.
" Should we follow her?" One of Hunter's men asked.
" No need," Hunter responded watching the girl running away in high heels.
He was about to stand up just when his gaze fell on an old-fashioned piece of jewelry on the road in front of him.
He picked that up and examined it for a few moments. It was a delicate and thin chain that looked like a bracelet to his eyes but was an anklet.
Hunter fisted it firmly then he began to walk further leaving his car to be parked by his me.
He had no idea why that anklet was now in his pocket but that was there for some unknown reasons.
" Who was she?" Hunter heard a familiar voice as soon as he entered the club. It was Alaric who was investigating the same girl with Ren.
" Who?" Ren stuttered as Alaric stepped ahead standing in his personal space. He brought his hands to Ren's collar and tightened his bow ties.
" Her stage name's Lily. We can't provide our staff's personal information." Ren stuttered badly.
" You have thirty minutes." With that Alaric turned but sensed a well-known aura around. He looked behind to find his stepbrother entering with no bodyguards around him.
He glanced at Alaric then they both continued their walk to the VIP couches separately.
Settling themselves facing each other they waited for the other two's arrival instead of preferring to exchange any words.
" Where's Dad?" Hunter asked his man.
" He's been in the washroom for the last eighteen minutes." His man responded looking at his wristwatch.
" Check on him," Hunter commanded.
" Okay, Sir." His man used his in-ear headphones to contact his teammates to get inside the washroom while continuing to guide his boss.
Within no time Hunter felt a stir among his men and one of them came hurriedly towards him.
" Sir, Mr. Daniel." Hunter's head snapped towards him who had a sweaty forehead and his father's name on his tongue.
" He got shot."
Hunter and Alaric both stood up within a second. " Close all the gates and seal the place. Collect everyone together." Hunter ordered rushing towards the washroom only to find blood spread all over the toilet walls and his father had four bullets in his chest.
His men had laid him down on the floor by now and had checked his nerves. He was alive but senseless.
"Dad? DAD?" Hunter sat on his knees next to him and touched his face.
His men around were rushing, talking on walkie-talkies, creating space to take his father out but Hunter wasn't able to hear anything. His head turned numbed and his blood ran cold.
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MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET
Fantasy[ Story Of Misunderstanding ] [ Gory Concept ] • Mafia's Target Series Hunter King returns, now stronger, more ruthless, and undeniably crueler than before. Though a part of him has undoubtedly died, it is the weakest part- his heart. Sybil, a ball...
