The Monster's Nemesis | ✔️

Chapter 2

L I L L I A N A

I yanked open the creaky door of the apartment that could very well be passed as a dirty storeroom by the definition in my dictionary.

"Things you do for revenge," I muttered under my breath as I stepped inside.

The apartment was the smallest one I had ever stepped inside in my whole life. But there was something about this place-this city, actually-that drew me towards it. I had a strange feeling, both chilling and overwhelming at the same time when I had first landed here. The air smelled so familiar, so haunting...that for a second I had to hold my breath to stop myself from breathing in. Instead of filling my lungs, the air was suffocating me.

"You might need this," Andrew said as held out the GLOCK for me.

Ever since I was fifteen and I had learned how to aim, there wasn't a single day in my life that I didn't carry a weapon. But I couldn't afford to keep now until my plan was in motion.

"No, Andrew. It's fine," I refused.

"Dominic Romano won't be without a weapon."

"He'd know better than to shoot an unarmed girl who has just saved his life, won't he?" I mock pouted.

Andrew smirked and tucked it inside. "He doesn't even know what is coming for him."

"Don't underestimate him." That statement was more of a warning for myself than to him.

I sat down on the couch and fired up the laptop. We couldn't obviously have surveillance inside the Romano mansion, even setting up eyes outside the gates were too risky. And hence, whatever little intel we had gathered was from the men in and around the place.

"When the attack is taking place?"

"It's tricky to say. They hardly leave the mansion without the heavy security. But only Dominic is arrogant enough to roam around one or two men, at the most."

"Two days, max. If he doesn't come out without the guards, we would have to draw him out."

I couldn't wait for too long. This attack was hardly what I could call a plan, but that was the only help my father was willing to provide.

Andrew looked up from the screen of his own laptop. "How would we draw him out?"

"They have a sister who doesn't stay in the Romano estate," I muttered, skimming through the pages.

He pulled out a file on his own laptop as he read out loud, "Meet Dr. Samantha Romano, 25, graduated top of her class and kind of a medical genius. Even though her family could very well bribe half the city, and she could have gotten the degree without sitting for the examination, she is actually pretty good for a doctor."

"I know about Samantha Romano," I snapped irritably. Did he really think I wouldn't know about the only Romano, who wasn't involved in the business? For the past few years, I had literally drilled inside my brain every little information I knew about these people.

"No, I mean-"

"One thing doesn't match up, though. Viktor is obsessed with the security of his family. How come the sister lives alone? Not very close with the brothers?" My eyebrow rose slightly.

"Romanos are family oriented. Blood means a lot to them. So, the only explanation there could be is that the sister's apartment is close to the hospital where she is currently completing her residency."

"Huh. Her security isn't very amped up, unlike the Romano brothers. So..." I thought for a moment, "...let's say that...if there's an unfortunate accident happens to the sister, do you think the brothers would rush by her side?"