Being An Assassin...And A Hero

Return of the Assassin

When I finally came to, I was back in the "pack" house in my own bed. Abby lay beside me, fast asleep with Sarah across the bottom of the bed.
I groaned, my attempt to stand up foiled by a sudden flash of light-headedness.
Abby stirred, and in her husky sleep voice, "Derrick?"
I just grabbed her hand and squeezed it to comfort her. "Yeah, it's me, Love."
"Derrick!" she shouted, waking Sarah.
I heard running footsteps and Devin and Kyle burst into the room.
Abby slapped me across the face and then kissed me hard. "Never do that to me again!"
"Yeah, you had us scared for awhile there; weren't sure if you'd wake up or not," Kyle said.
I just grinned and replied, "I've been in worse scraps...okay maybe not, but it'll take more than that to keep me down."
I frowned then, thinking back. Kyle saw it and his face darkened. "Derrick, he didn't make it. You're the new leader of the Black Hand. Sarah initiated the vote yesterday. The position is yours."
He knew what I'd been about to ask, but he added so much more. "Wait, what do you mean Sarah initiated the vote?"
Sarah looked down sheepishly, and Devin stepped in, "She's on the Council. It was your mother's right, but she chose not to, so it went to you, but you too passed it up. Now Sarah has it. We have a strong support, other than the idiot who wants to be on the Council, but it seems he might not get the position because of new evidence."
All I could think was, "What?"

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I rolled my shoulders back, cracked my neck and walked into my least favorite place on Earth...a Council meeting.
It's been three months since I became leader of the BH, and on top of it, I made my sister my own assignment. Apparently that caused an uproar because the leader isn't supposed to do that or whatever. One look at the dissenters had them quieter than they'd ever been in their lives. My sister's life was of the upmost importance to me.
I think eventually the others came around when they realized I'd be hanging around them more. More of a security thing, knowing I was the best of the best. What they didn't know was my new enforcers together were quickly becoming as good as I was. Not quite there yet, but they beat me every now and then when they sparred as a team against me.
Kyle and Devin stood behind me as I entered the meeting. I had implemented a lot of new things, like gadgets to keep in touch with my enforcers protecting the Council.
"Do a perimeter sweep real quick," I said into my earpiece.
Thirty minutes later and the Council hadn't gotten anywhere, and I was getting extremely agitated; Zander was expressing similar feelings, pacing in my mind.
"Boss, we got incoming," I heard through my earpiece.
Shit. "Shutup! Enforcers, get everyone to the safe room now. Go!" I shout, tossing Sarah to the nearest enforcer; a werewolf I couldn't name off the top of my head.
Then, I went out to do what I do best, kill.

--------TIME LAPSE--------

'Why were they here?' I asked Zander.

'I don't know, but it can't be good.'

That was for sure. The group that attacked the Council this time was old. I thought the cult had been extinguished a long time ago. It was from the Nazi era in Europe. Apparently, they fled across the sea to America, and have been underground since then. Now, they were back...and my ex-mate's stand in mate was working with them.

'I can't believe that little prick.' I snarled in my mind.

I will kill him, if it's the last thing I do. He wants me and my pack dead...fine. He can have us dead, as soon as he can kill me, which is a lot harder to do than the last guy thought, apparently.

A/N

I decided to not to end the book there, so if you guys want, please read the little bit of writing I added to this chapter. I promise, next weekend, there will be another chapter. Over and out

-Cross