The Devious Hearts | Englot | girlxgirl

Chapter 30 - Plaything

Engfa and her team had chosen to rent a house for their stay in Sydney-though house didn't quite do it justice. It was more of a mansion, with security tightly woven into every corner, covering all angles.

"Report," Engfa commanded, dropping her bag on the sofa without so much as a glance, her strides purposeful as she headed toward the office space. The room buzzed with tension as her presence filled the space.

Patcha wasted no time, tapping the controls to bring up an image on the large LCD screen. The face of a man appeared-a guy in his mid-twenties, tall, muscular, with a hardened expression that gave away the life he'd lived.

"Liam Hunter," Patcha began, her voice crisp. "Small-time criminal. Petty theft, drug charges, in and out of prison more times than I can count. He's been spotted around Ironcliff District-a high-crime area on the outskirts of the city."

Engfa barely reacted, her focus sharp. She nodded once, decisively. "Eagle," she called to Tina, who immediately stepped forward. "Ensure the police don't get anywhere near him."

Tina met Engfa's gaze, her expression unreadable, before nodding silently.

"Heaven. Flame." Engfa's eyes snapped to Meena and Mew, their attention instantly locked on her. "You're going with Fusion. She'll take you to Ironcliff." The three of them nodded without hesitation.

"Barbie," she continued, shifting her focus to Aoom, "you'll be the driver. Find a car that blends in. Nothing flashy. It needs to look like it belongs there."

Aoom stood, already planning the details in her mind, and gave a firm nod.

Faye, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up. "And when you find Liam?" Her voice held a challenge, testing Engfa's resolve.

Engfa's lips curled into a cold, calculating smile. "We'll handle him," she replied, her tone ice-cold.

Nudee, always thinking ahead, added, "He might know who's behind this. And if Damon's involved-"

Before she could finish, Engfa silenced her with a sharp look. "Of course," she said softly, picking up a thick chain from the table, letting it curl around her fingers. She tightened it in her fist, her voice a chilling promise. "He's going to talk. One way or another."

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The night air around Ironcliff District was heavy with tension, the streets deserted except for the occasional flicker of headlights in the distance. Meena and Mew moved silently, their eyes scanning every shadow as they approached the run-down building where Liam Hunter was hiding.

Aoom was parked a few blocks away, the engine of her car idling softly. In the front seat, Patcha kept her eyes glued to the satellite feed on her tablet, giving directions through the earpiece.

"Approaching target," Meena whispered, her voice barely audible through the comms.

"You're right on track," Patcha responded in a calm tone. "Take it slow. There's only one person inside."

Meena nodded at Mew, and they moved in. The building was falling apart, its walls cracked and the windows broken. As they crept closer, they could hear faint rustling inside, the unmistakable sound of someone moving, unaware of what was coming.

"We've got him," Mew whispered through the comms.

"Secure him and bring him back to the mansion," Patcha instructed. "We're ready for him."

In one fluid motion, Meena kicked the door open. Liam barely had time to react before Mew was on him, tackling him to the ground. He struggled, trying to claw his way out, but Meena was quick to pull out restraints, tying his hands behind his back with brutal efficiency.