Chapter 13
Myla’s eyes were fixed on Jonas, her expression as stoc as ever, but inside, her thoughts were in chaos. The boss is eating raisin bread Seriously?”
Before she could fully process the surreal image, Natalie’s swees, lilting voice suddenly broke the silence, catching her off guard.
Myla froze for a moment until Jonas shot her a cold, pointed glance. That was all it took for her to snap out of her daze, quickly turning to Natalie as if jolted awake.
“Three days if there are no mishaps, Myla answered curtly, handing a pack of compressed biscuits to Natalie.
Natalie accepted them with a polite nod and murmured her thanks. Three days. I can manage that she thought.
The conversation ended there, and the spacious garage fell into an almost oppressive silence. The air seemed thick, save for the occasional crackle of firewood, which only accentuated the quiet
Natalie took a small, tentative bite of the bascuit, her thoughts elsewhere. The heavy swirl of emotions from the day had dulled even her hunger, despite having gone nearly the entire day without rating
Suddenly, the sharp snap of a twig breaking outside shattered the stillness. Startled, Natalie jerked up her head, her eyes darting to the entrance like a frightened deer. Her pulse quickened as unease crept in
She hesitated, debating whether she was just being paranoid, but the anxiety won out. In a bushed voice, she asked, “Ms. Carr, do you think they’ll
come back!”
“They won’t,” Myla replied firmly, her tone leaving no room for doubt
Natalie’s nerves finally cased, and for the first time, she allowed herself to relax enough to eat
Meanwhile, Jonas had taken a single bite of the raisin bread–and immediately regretted it. His brow furrowed in distaste. Sweet things weren’t his preference, yei Myla, with her insatiable sweet tooth, had apparently picked something loaded with twice the usual sugar.
Still wastefulness wasn’t in his nature. He tore off the part he’d bitten into, intending to toss the rest to Myla. But before he could, his gaze drifted to Natalie.
Her head was tilted up now, her attention on Myla as they exchanged a few words. There was a warmth in Natalie’s tone, the kind of effortless friendliness that could make anyone feel like family.
Jonas noticed how she leaned slightly toward Myla, as if they shared some unspoken bond. And yet, not once did she glance his way.
So, what was with the bread then? His grip on the remaining loaf tightened involuntarily, the plastic wrapping crinkling sharply in protest.
The sound drew Myla’s attention, her eyes flicking curiously to Jonas, but Natalie stayed oblivious, her focus fixed downward, as if the small patch of ground at her feet held some great secret.
Jonas let out a low, derisive chuckle. He tossed the bread to Myla, then leaned back against the makeshift mattress. Closing his eyes, he muttered inwardly. Let’s see what Natalie’s up to this time!
Though Natalie kept her gaze averted, she had been acutely aware of]
Jonas’s every movement.
The sound of his sardonic laugh had set her nerves on edge, leaving her too tense to even breathe properly. It wasn’t until several long, agonizing moments had passed that she dared to sneak a glance in his direction.
To her relief, he seemed to have fallen asleep, his features relaxed and still. She let out a quiet sigh, the tension in her shoulders melting away
Myla made quick work of her bread, brushing the crumbs off her hands as she figured it was time and rose to her feet. Without a word, she strode purposefully toward the exir.
Natalie opened her mouth as if to ask something, but the words stalled. She hesitated, worried that prying might make her seem overly curious Instead, her gaze flicked briefly to Jonas, still lying there in a posture so composed he might as well have been carved from stone.
Reassured that he wasn’t paying her any attention, Natalie nibbled a couple more bites of her biscuit before carefully wrapping up the rest and tucking it into her pocket, saving it as precious reserve.
Hugging her knees to her chest, she folded herself into a tight ball and crouched near a collapsed section of the wall. The warmth of the tire flickered against her skin as she leaned against the rubble, eyelids drooping in exhaustion.
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Outside, Myla didn’t wander far. Instead, she climbed up a sturdy, tall tree, her movements swift and practiced. Nestling herself behind a thick cluster of branches, she positioned herself where the dense foliage concealed her entirely
After adjusting her night vision goggles, she scanned the area. The vantage point provided her with a clear view–optimal for keeping watch.
im bird calls.
lealls, so realistic they could fool anyone.
She let out two sharp
About thirty seconds later, a distant response came–three similar calls echoing faintly from far away.
Myla stilled, her body settling into a state of intense focus, unmoving, as if she had become one with the shadows of the tree.
Roughly 300 yards away, within the decaying walls of an abandoned building, the group that had earlier ambushed Jonas, Myla and Natalie was on the move, retreating.
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At the rear
of the group, a young man with a mouthful of blackened, rorting teeth sneered, “No one’s following us. Guess it’s no big
His words cut off as a sudden, icy sensation spread across his throat. Instinctively, his hand shot up to touch it, but all he felt was the warm, sticky gush of blood running down his neck.
A sharp metallic taste filled his mouth, and he coughed involuntarily, his breath catching. Looking down in confusion, he saw the crimson staining his shirt
Panic swirled in his chest, and his knees buckled. He crumpled to the ground, gasping desperately for air, as though drowning in his own body.
In his final moments, memories flashed before his mind like a reel of old film. He thought of how, as a child, he’d dreamed of becoming a doctor.
But the life he had chosen–poisoned by addiction and marked by violent crimes–had derailed that dream entirely. He knew now, as the shadows crept in, that he would never become a doctor.
Ahead of him, the faint sounds of screams reached his ears–sharp and scattered, like a gruesome symphony. But those cries were distant now. eclipsed by his own impending end.
Just as has vision began to blur, a beautiful face appeared before him. The golden haired figure seemed otherworldly, almost radiant in the dim light.
His breath hitched, and a surge of awe mixed with confusion filled him. An angel! But why? Someone like me belongs in hell. How could I be seeing an angel?
That fleeting hope shattered in an instant when the “angel” spoke, his worth laced with chilling amusement.
“Oh, my throat–slitting technique is unbeatable, the blond boy said with a grin that was almost too wide, his tone unnervingly cheerful. “I can make it quick, or drag it out. Millimeter precision”
The boy’s smile grew as he tilted his head, seemingly talking more to himself than anyone else, “Let’s see now six Red Notice fugitives, plus the bonuses… uh.” He began counting on his fingers, mumbling calculations under his breath.
Finally, with an exaggerated sigh of dissatisfaction, he shook his head. Sliding his phone from his pocket, he stared punching in numbers, his expression a picture of greed. “Still doesn’t seem like enough
s attention back to the dying young man, grabbing him roughly by the collar and hauling him up
up like a ragdoll.
He turned his a
The lowering figure at the front glanced back, his voice rough and impatient. Dominik, the boss said to keep one alive. Don’t go killing him, you damn idiot
“Huh? What the hell? You killed the rest?” Dominik’s blonde hair almost stood on end as he whipped his head around. “You could’ve said that earlier. His grip instantly loosened, letting the young man drop to the ground with a heavy thud, motionless.
“Damn it. That’s 230 grand down the drain,” Dominik bellowed, stomping his foot before dropping to his knees in a frantic attempt to resuscitate the pay
The others didn’t even flinch, merely exchanging annoyed glances as they carried on with their assigned tasks.
Despite Dominik’s noisy antics, the group operated with lethal efficiency. From the moment they appeared to when they wrapped up their mission, no more than five minutes had passed. Like sludows dissolving into the night, they vanished without a trace, leaving nothing behind–no evidence.
no witnesses.
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Natalie had managed to doze off earlier around five p.m. in the car, but now sleep was the last thing on her mind. The eerie silence of the garage
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seemed to magnify every flicker of unease inside her, making rest impossible.
In the car, she knew Jonas or Myla might ditch her, but at least she’d wake up immediately if they did. Here, if they left her behind, there would be no catching up.
he dared not sleep, nor even let her mind.
So she sat hugging her knees, her lashes casting faint shadows as they lowered over her weary eyes. She wander
The oppressive stillness of the night had a way of amplifying the smallest crack in her emotions. Natalie was terrified of unraveling again. Her only defense was to keep herself blank, numb
The fire burned lower and lower until the last charred piece of wood crumbled into glowing embers. The garage, once warmed by the flickering flames, turned key in an instant.
Natalie instinctively pulled her camouflage jacket tighter around herself, but it did little to fend off the cold. The rough stone she was perched on seemed to leech away her body heat no matter how the shifted, sending a chill deep into her bones.
ep in, fogging her thoughts. Yet, she didn’t dare move around to shake it off as she figured Jonas wouldn’t take kindly to any
Fatigue began to creep in, unnecessary noise.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally worked up the nerve to roll over and glance in Jonas’s direction. He lay there, unterly still, as if asleep.
Taking a shaky breath, Natalie hesitated before calling out in a whisper so soft it was barely audible. “Sir!”
Her pulse skyrocketed as soon as the word left her lips. She waited, holding her breath. When he didn’t stir, she tried again, her voice marginally louder. “Sir!”
Three times she called him, each attempt leaving her heart pounding harder. When he failed to respond, Natalie swallowed the lump in her throat and gathered her courage.
Standing slowly, she tiptoed over to where Jonas was lying. For a few minutes, she sumply stood there, staring down at him, battling the fear that she was crossing a line she could never uncross. Finally, she lowered herself onto the edge of the mar near his feet.
The softness beneath her was a stark contrast to the unyielding stone she’d endured earlier, and Natalie couldn’t help but sigh internally
But her relief was short–lived. Her hands clenched the sleeves of her jacket, her gaze drifting to Jonas’s ankle. Her gut churned with unease, like she was about to tiptoe through a minefield. ‘I have to do this, she thought, her resolve shaky but firm. 1 don’t have a choice.
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