Blood of Revenge

Chapter 17

Since Blayze was on bed-rest and Jackson was out on a mission, I spent most of my time in the garden playing with Talia...... and I was running out of hiding places.

Through the window that I thought supposedly belonged to my room, I could see glimpses of movement and wondered what Blayze was up to.

I shook the thought away in my search to find Talia who, unexpectedly, was a hiding mastermind.

Does everyone here need to be a master mind at something? Even a six-year-old?

*

Three months passed away like this. I was fully trained and non-wobbly while holding a shot-gun and sniper.

I got to know Blayze better in this time period... no thanks to him.

He has four kinds of quiet:

1. You don't deserve my speech. (That's how he talks to his men who bring him the info he needs)

2. Know that your voice is flowing above my head which means you didn't ask me anything so I don't have to answer you. (That's how he is with me. Apparently, I ask too many questions)

3. I'm angry. So, it's better if I don't speak, otherwise shit will become real. (That's basically every time someone disagrees or argues him)

4. I have no words for you because I'm judging you really hard right now. (This is the rare case that only happens when someone says something that he isn't expecting)

*

I got my first mission.

And I was a nervous wreck.

"Since they've already seen you, we can't send you there just like this. You need to wear a disguise." Blayze said.

That was what I was doing.

Wearing close tighter than I usually wear and a wig that made me blonde, I stood in front of the mirror and studied myself.

With no statement for myself, I stepped out of the dressing.

"How do I look?" I asked Jackson.

"Not like your real self at all. Perfect."

"Perfect."

Jackson dropped me off a little away from my destination. I had to walk the rest of the way to a fancy café named "La Downtown".

I entered it casually and sat down in the booth which was right next to the one which was reserved by the woman I was supposed to spy on.

She still hadn't arrived.

I unlocked my phone and looked at the woman's picture. Ice-blue eyes with auburn hair. Amazing combo if you ask me.

I ordered a cappuccino and waited...

And waited...

And waited...

And—oh, there she entered.

She's here. I messaged Blayze as per my orders and watched her as she sat down with a man who looked like he was in his fifties.

There was a mirror in front which helped me see his face. I leaned back, as if I was trying to relax, and tuned in to their conversation.

"They'll be expecting a fair deal like I promised them. I've spent years, trying to raise our reputation in their eyes ever since my dad ruined it. Three years, three merciless years! Can you believe it? Helping them trade, helping them escape while they get all the profits from our deals. They think they're being generous... idiots! Not this time... I've kept a big fake smile plastered on my face long enough to make them trust me." The woman spat everything at once.