The gangster's little unknown assassin - Part 2 ✔

Chapter 50 - Troublemakers in action

SAGE'S POV

Later at night, after I made sure Diesel was asleep, close to 4 a.m., I walked inside his room and searched it for beer and other alcoholic beverages.

I did the same with Vin's room and dad's, and afterward, I went through the kitchen and the living and dining rooms.

I found quite the stash.

For the better drinks, I set them in a different basket and hid them in flower pots and other crazy places no one would think of, and for the rest, I used a conduct I found in the kitchen and sent the laundry baskets full of alcohol up to the second floor. I didn't mess with the offices because I felt that was crossing the line a bit too much.

I walked back up the stairs and choose a balcony close to the elevator conducts to throw the bottles down.

Each bottle that fell and cracked, spilling its contents on the side driveway made me feel euphoric. I felt carefree and happy breaking the bottles. It was weird, but to me, it felt like soothing therapy.

Bottle by bottle, from beer to whiskey, I trowed them down.

Mom never wanted us to drink or to become alcoholics, even less before we reached our twenties. I know she would be disappointed if she had seen me two days ago when I ordered that shot of whiskey in dad's warehouse. That was another reason for me to do this.

It started raining from out of nowhere, first soft drizzle but quickly becoming heavy drops. I brought the last laundry basket outside with me and trowed them down one by one, watching them break and their liquids mix with the rain. Some I threw them down, others I let fall, but I know that by the time my father found me, I was completely soaked to the bone and laughing crazily with a huge satisfied smile on my face.

Laundry baskets empty, the driveway full of glass, and I was turning blue from the cold, but I couldn't have been happier.

Dad didn't even scold me after seeing my smile. He cursed something under his breath and brought me back inside, quickly rushing me to my new room and wrapping me in towels before he turned on some heaters and came back to my side to dry my hair with a towel.

Not even his fussing could bring me down from my high of happiness after having broken so many bottles.

I can't wait to see Diesel's face tomorrow! I made holes in all his beer cans. He's going to flip!

"Come on Sage, go change your clothes into these warm pj's and I'll finish drying your hair right after," Dad told me and guided me to the bathroom where he left me with the clothes.

I moved slowly while my stiff cold limbs protested, but I still changed as my father told me and got out of the bathroom after doing it.

He was pacing in the room in his own pj's, sitting down on my bed for a few seconds before getting up again and pacing some more. I approached him from behind and blocked his path, making him stop walking and face me.

"Good, you're done. Come on, let me finish drying your hair." He commanded me softly and had me sit on the bed. He covered my legs with the blankets and sat behind me drying my hair softly with another towel.

"You're going to give me a heart attack one day if you keep up like this girl." He complained and kissed my forehead, apparently finished with the task. He pushed me softly to lay me down on the bed and covered me smugly with the soft covers before sitting beside me.

"I'm not leaving until you fall asleep, in case you remember to go on another breaking bottles adventure or you catch a fever from the rain." He answered my silent question and rested his back against the bed's headboard while caressing my hair and face with one hand, effectively sending me to sleep.