MAFIA'S WRONG TARGET

13: UNMASKING THE THREAT

AUTHOR'S POV

Dream Aura,
07: 10 am.

Sybil sighed heavily throwing herself on the bed and covering her ears using a pillow to avoid noises.

What happened is that, after getting back home last night, she didn't get a blink of sleep as the car burst downstairs, then the fire brigade arrived, the police car siren, and the public panicking, what's not to ruin her sleep?

She had no idea about the car's owner, nor was she interested anymore because she was getting used to the violence of the city day by day.

Things like this are starting to feel normal at this point, making her feel guilty about her heart getting insensitive. The only concern she has is that no one should be harmed.

She had a day off, so she decided to go out shopping and refresh her mind a little.

She entered the shower and stood under the cold water with closed eyes. The thought of the man she saw smoking in the yard crossed her mind. She hadn't seen him yet she was seeing him everywhere.

Feeling a sting-like pain, she opened her eyes and realized that all of her bandages were soaked in water. She groaned as she completely forgot about them but not about the one who put them on her toes.

Alaric. She's thankful to him for everything.

She stepped outside the bathroom with a towel wrapped around her and dripping hair. Grabbing a comfy pair of clothes she began to wear them. Sitting on the edge of the bed she slipped into her pajama shorts.

Her eyes caught Alaric's messages popping on her mobile screen, which had been cracked since the very second day she stepped into the city.

' Meet me somewhere, anywhere.' that's all he texted in the last part of the night. She reached out to her mobile and clicked on the notification. Her thumbs were dancing over the mobile screen but she didn't know what to reply.

She played back down, looking at the screen. Her eyelids started to get heavy. The surroundings finally fell silent, and the sleep engulfed the beauty. The mobile was still in her hand; the message wasn't even replied to.

The moon was casting a soft glow through the window on her face and she was sleeping peacefully.

The silent building had another man downstairs sitting on a couch; the green-eyed man was hunched over his laptop in Dash's apartment, his fingers pressing the keys.

The room was filled with the aroma of his drink, the liquid fueling his determination. With each sip, his passion grew, and his eyes fixated on the screen before him.

Time seemed to stand still as the silent stalker delved deeper into his investigation. The world around him faded away, leaving only the glow of the screen and the sound of his fervent typing. The stubborn man has taken matters into his own hands. Curiosity and an insatiable desire for answers have turned him even angrier.

With every click and scroll, he hoped to uncover hidden truths; he tried to connect the dots but failed as the girl he was searching for seemed to have vanished all the clues as well as herself. None of the cameras has records of the night his father got shot.

Hunter groaned throwing his head back only to witness the darkness outside mirroring the mysteries he sought to unravel.

Hours passed, but he didn't notice. The laptop screen illuminated his face, casting a glow that revealed his unwavering dedication. At that moment, he was a detective, a seeker to find any clue possible, driven by an unyielding thirst for truth. For her.