Novel Full Chapter 284: I See You
Chapter 284: I See You
A waiter dropped a decanter and a glass for me.
“I didn’t ask for this…”
He left without a word. I eyed the decanter and found something under. A card.
I grabbed it and found a writing with an all too familiar signature kiss.
I see you.
They are here. That was my first thought when I read the letters. My eyes scanned the place slowly but no one match my suspicions.
“What’s the matter? Did you get a card from a secret admirer?” Athena asked, amused.
“I don’t like dealing with the unknown.”
“Ouch!” She giggled. “Now, shall we continue playing?”
I snapped my finger, and Nico came close and gave me his ear.
“Find that waiter.”
“On it, Boss.”
“So you’re back in the underworld, officially? I heard a rumor. There are bloodbaths caused by you… They are saying you’re wasting your supporters. I can’t tell if you’re making things worse or better.” She checked her cards. “I sure hope you’re doing the right thing. Unless—”
We heard a fuss, and my eyes moved at speed. I was quick to catch the armed men and the bodies dropping.
“Get down!”
The music was cut off as the gunshots discharged.
My back pressed against the wall as I readied my gun, snapping the magazine into place and cocking the pistol.
I peeked, eyes scanning the chaos, my men were already dealing with the assailants, and bullets were flying everywhere. I found relief when I saw Athena secured under the table.
The gunshots became distant, and I found some of the masked men making their way upstairs.
Upstairs?
It hit me. They are not here for me.
I moved without hesitation, shooting two of the masked men who came after me. I ordered my men to keep still here while I made my way upstairs.
Three more were waiting, but I shot each of them on the head before they had the chance to react.
I heard quick footsteps behind me.
“Boss!” Nico rushed to my side.
“Are there any left?”
“A few escaped. We should get you to safety. The whole place is thrown off, and most of our men are down.”
“They were not here for me…” I said, walking closer to a table where I saw broken glass, as if someone had tossed them. There was blood on the floor, too.
There was a fight here.
“Who were they here for?”
“Vixen,” I replied.
My eyes caught something else on the table. I used the muzzle of my gun to pick up the lace. A glove.
Hearing the snappy sound of high heels, we turned to Athena, scuttling in, breathing heavily.
“You’re okay!” She pitched with a forced smile.
“Nico…”
“Yes, boss…”
“Escort my sister back home.”
“What? We just got attacked, and you expect me to just walk away?”
“We weren’t the target.”
She cleared her throat. “But shots were fired, we were just in the line of it. Seriously, I can’t play a damn game in peace! Who did you piss off this time?”
The correct question was: Who did Vixen pissed off?
Groans filled the air; one of the masked men was struggling to move.
Bam!
He screamed when I shot his leg, holding onto it as blood exuded.
Nico whistled, and my men moved to grab him. “Hold him down until questioning. Wanna do the honors, boss?”
“Handle it,” I said, tossing the gun to him.
My wife and daughter are waiting at home; I don’t have time for this.
“Let’s go…” I said to Athena as I brushed past her.
When we got inside the car, I was the first to speak.
“You know something.”
“Know what?” she asked with a frown. “I just ruined my heels stepping on all that blood. I’m pissed off as it is.”
“You know about Vixen.”
“Who doesn’t? They are the talk of the underworld.”
I dipped my hand into my coat pocket and took out the lacy glove. Athena’s eyes moved towards it when I showed her before she set them on mine.
“Careful, brother. Taking another woman’s effects to the penthouse isn’t such a good idea.”
“Vixen’s a woman,” I stated. “It was obvious from the start.”
“And?”
“She has been there the entire time, watching me.”
“Oh my, you have a stalker.”
I pinned her with a look, and she laughed, taking the lace from me.
“There gotta be hundreds who wear this, but I’ll see what I can find. Women talk a lot when they are buried in wine. They might spill good things.”
The car came to a stop.
“Oh, that’s me…” She leaned closer and pecked my cheek. “Say hi to Cat and my little dumpling for me.”
She got out, and the door slammed shut.
It didn’t take too long before I arrived at the penthouse.
The elevator dings and the doors open. I heard a clatter, so I walked into the living room, my eyes moving to the kitchen.
“Baby?”
Catherine flinched, turning to me, holding a tub of ice cream. Her hair was messy like she had just gotten out of bed, her glasses slanted.
She took the spoon out of her mouth. “Honey! You’re home early.”
“You’re awake.”
“I um… couldn’t sleep. So late at night, I… OW!” She jumped when she set the tub down.
I was already close, checking if she was okay.
“I-I’m fine just…” she hissed.
I seized her wrist and found a cut in her palm.
“What happened?”
“Making dinner at 2 a.m didn’t agree with me… those knives are sharp.”
“You should be careful,” I said, observing the cut.
“It’s fine…” She tried to pull her hand away, but my grip tightened.
“I should have just stuck with ice cream.”
Still holding onto her hand, I opened the cabinet and took out the first aid kit.
Catherine was silent as she observed my movement, not until I dampened the cotton on her wound.
She hissed, almost jumping out of my grip.
“Are you sure this is a knife wound?”