𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐒 |

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘-𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄

LYRA

For god's sake, I am sick of being in this hospital. My ass is tingling and not in a good way, the hospital food is ass, and overall, I miss laying in an actual bed. 

And not only is my house destroyed, but now it isn't safe there. There was so much work to be done, but instead I'm stuck here with a needle jammed into my arm. Since I'm currently unavailable, Isaac, Noah, and Harley insisted on helping out a bit while I'm here. Which means continuing to search for my parents. 

I don't know how far they got, because they refuse to tell me anything until everything was confirmed. It's their way of not stressing me out, but I'm stressed from not knowing any information.

God! I feel like I'm going crazy in here. 

Mason stirred beside me, his arm snaking around my waist as he snuggled against my side. I leaned back a bit, gently running my fingers through his hair an adjusting the blanket on him. His body relaxed instantly, letting out a soft hum once I began to gently scratch his scalp. 

It almost amazed me how he felt so safe in my arms. Who would've thought this big man could be so cuddly and soft while also being able to snap someone's arm in half. It's almost laughable, but the cuddles are amazing, I have to admit that. He's such a baby.

There aren't any words that could describe the fear I felt when that bomb went off in my house. The fear, the adrenaline, the utter confusion. In my line of work, it is expected to be targeted by any and everyone. But no one has ever made the bold move to attack my house.

Especially not a bombing.

And Mason took some of that damage. He took a lot of the damage, and it scared the shit out of me. I don't think I've ever been that scared since foster care. Hell, or even walking the streets in the middle of the night. Whatever the case may be, I have to figure out who the fuck is targeting us and why. Well, I may know why but it wouldn't hurt to hear it from the assassinator themself. 

 The worst thing about it is now everyone that knows me is in danger. They aren't with me 24/7 so there's only so much I can do to make sure they aren't harmed. Yes, we are all trained killers, but there's only so much we can do when our guard is down. 

This is too much.

A gentle knock came from the door and in walked the doctor with that same comforting smile. 

"I don't mean to disturb you two, but Mr. Pierce's mother is here. Is it alright if she comes inside?"

Should've figured. 

"Yes, it's fine," I muttered, sitting up slightly while making sure not to wake Mason. 

When they strolled inside, I immediately help up a finger. 

"Do not start with your antics or disturb Mason's rest. Now, what do you want?" 

"We are worried about our son's well-being," His mother spoke up. 

"No, you're worried about the heir to the organization, I'm not an idiot." 

I cross my arms and meet her gaze, catching her gulp.

"Why are you really here?"

"Look, I..." She inhaled deeply. "I came to apologize."

Instantly, my eyes widened. 

"Say what now?" I ask in disbelief. 

"To apologize," she repeated, holding her hands in front of her. "I was informed by Mason that you found out about the papers that held your information."