Fireworks (Player's Chronicles) Volume II {Complete}

Chapter E8ighteen

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E8ighteen

*Natalie*

Tracking down my wayward mother in Amsterdam seemed harder than it was since the paparazzi snafu. What should have been a cakewalk for me and the idiot became a full day search of her through some channels that I never knew existed anymore. It came as a shock to know that Kyle actually had these connections outside North America.

I guess mother knew that because of the incriminating photos that the paparazzi got a snapshot of her was going to reach her family she relocated from her known locales. This made it really an unwanted chase for me. Fuck, I swear she’s gonna get a verbal bitch slapping from me when I catch up to her because of this whole hunting-her-down scenario that she put me through.

Nate wasn’t happy to hear that the demon was evading us whenever we got a sniff of her whereabouts. After a much worthwhile source bribing, we finally got someone who was reliable and trustworthy enough to point us in the right direction of where we – me and the idiot – will find my mother to be staying in.

I was a bit skeptical that mom would actually willingly go in to this specific building because of its appearance. Upon further sleuthing, we saw her bodyguard’s SUV parked about halfway through the block on the opposite side of the street. This is it, I thought.

 Taking in my surroundings for a few more moments, I realized that we are in a ghetto area of the city. Then, without delay, Kyle and I descended the concrete stairs leading us to the underground bar known as THE DEVIL’S LAIR.  How fitting, I thought.

When we came up to the heavy looking metal door, Kyle did a series of pattern knocking and a slit of a window slid open revealing a pair of creepy looking eyes. Those eyes looked at Kyle and then me for a heartbeat before asking what our business is to the establishment in Swedish.