sounds. This was a common occurrence for her and one that she found deeply frightening. The dream always started the same

nd she would smile. He was always in good spirits and his happiness was contagious. But as the dream

yes and covered him with a sheet—and with that moment, she felt like she lost her own humanity. All th

y. The wound was freshly opened again, just like it was every night. Her fing

hurt. it h

o fresh on her mind, her pain so great like the years had

ocket dagger, pressed it to her thigh, and cut a clean line atop

down her thigh. The pain was almost delicious, especially because it numbed the one that

, staring out into the rain-soaked night. The stars had van

anger. Screaming was a sign of weakness, and she hated being trapped in her nightmare doing just that. For twenty years, she c

d as the only lead on those four people, but when she wasn't torturing people, she dedicated her entire life t

f his wealth came from human trafficking—selling

o gather information about her father's killers; she was the one who got the only information they have on Jade

d her only friend, just like he'd killed her father. Well, he o

look of utter enjoyment on the teen

pay. Every las

gym room downstairs, her cellphone

ned to her father, she'd already been taken by social services and placed in a foster home. He found her two years later

lord, and he rarely called at night, which made

" she a

to the mansion righ

y alert. "Is eve

re the line went dead. She stared at the phone blankly for a m

she wanted, and dressed within minutes. Then she closed the wardrobe and opened a big

t arming herself. So, she withdrew the newest of her gun collection—the Korth Combat revolver. She

ld be so

n, she stalked out of her hom

*****

, which was luxuriously decorated with gold, didn't faze her anymore. The mansion was heavily

floor's security checkpoint. It was a rule that every single person who entered the mansion must obey. She was an

ht, she walked straight to the training room. The big lion painting at the end of the hallway brought back memories. It was always her

ree instructors that taught her how to handle throwing knives were the best. As for guns, she learned from Big Cat himse

he watched how swiftly he moved and the sneaky ways he delivered those punches. The man might be in his late fifties, but he didn't look

w other men watching clapped and cheered. That was when Big Cat

out of the ring, taking the towel that was offe

nded, walking dee

again. "I'm sorry for calling you out here so late at night. I know you had a stressful day t

ent w

shall we?" Big Cat offered, and

ok her to the terrace. They leaned on the railings. The gentle night b

he dark world. All your missions always came out a success,” he sai

ker; Big Cat knew that. His eyes surveyed her carefully. She was a beauti

ner, and people are oblivious about it," Big Cat expressed, but all Tesiera did was nod. He wished she would at least try to converse

finitely drag words out of her mouth. "How have yo

o.

social life and zero social skills. All she knew was the dark world. She was the only family he had left

for me." She pulled away fro

e been looking for.

darkened. "Wh

Teena

anny for information—anything at all—on that bastard but she came away with nothi

ed on her sides. "Finally,"

's go to the informa

ld fury. The Teenager's face flashed in her mind; it was the usual visual. His face as he pointed the gun to her father's forehead and t

to take a seat. He then switched on the television, and a clip prompted on the screen. He lifted the remote cont

ears, she had made up a lot of images of what The Teenager would look like as

who owns several hotels spread out all over the States and beyond, but he is also a successful Neurosurgeon at MedStone Hospital, one of the most prestigious hospitals

r nightmares almost every night. The man who murdered her father right in front of her in cold blood

tel?” she asked at last when she co

world says he can do no wrong. The world loves him. According to our Intel, he pursued his dream of being a doctor after his father—who had always wanted him to take over the family business—

ame as much as she hated the man. Her brows arched. “With all that money, he's a doct

se two men are highly skilled in all kinds of combat; they’ve won both the black belt in fighting and the silver belt. Dangerous men that are very good with knives and guns. They have killed every thr

smiled and the way he received the award like a man of dignity and integrity. Like he couldn't hurt a fly and would rather go to

thing we’ve go

figures, but they managed to keep their lives away

e first time in a long time, an unfamil

what she needed from them. And she could stayed holed up in a mountain for weeks, tailing her victims. But now that she knew

pull the trigger and blow out his brains, and her ears ache

ying breath, she asked.

picked up a folder from the television rack and stretched it o

r and collected the file. "

u to make any rash moves. Think about your next step before you take it, Tesiera. If those two guards he has shadowing him protec

you,” s

e consulting room and took the elevator

long time, Tesiera could feel the emotion that could be easily identi

ut a good plan to make this bastard pa

r you, Kracus