AN ALPHAS WRATH

I stepped off of the bike and stood up, taking my keys out at the same time.

He stood up too and took off the helmet. I took it from his hands and then looked at him.

It was still light, so I could see how terrified he actually was. On any normal day, I would've felt bad for him, but I simply didn't have it in me. I felt in control and powerful.

"Ok, so we are going to go into my room, and you will answer every question I have; otherwise, I'll kill you." I said it in the sweetest tone I could.

He nodded slightly, telling me that he at least understood what I was saying.

We both walked away towards the building, and I was watching every little mood he made. I needed to make sure that he didn't run away.

If he told me everything he needed to know, he could go by the time it got dark.

When we got into the hotel, the guy at the reception gave me an up-and-down and then went back to smoking his cigarette. It was a very shitty hotel, but it was close to everything, and no one asked any questions.

I had made sure to get a room on the first floor so that it was easy to bring him with me.

We walked to my room, and I locked the door behind us.

The room was small, with an en-suite connected. There was a single bed and a desk; there was not much else in the room besides a wardrobe and a tiny TV that was covered in dust. The paint was chipped and the carpet was stained, but the bed was comfortable enough, and I didn't have enough clothes to use the wardrobe.

Nicko stood in the middle of the room, and I placed my helmet down on the floor.

"You can sit on the bed." I said.

I hadn't slept under the blanket because there were probably bed bugs on every inch of the mattress. I had straightened out the duvet in the morning so that it didn't look so messy.

He sat down and ran his hands along the bed. His face was still pale, but for some reason he seemed less scared. In all fairness, he should've been more scared now that we were alone and I didn't have to worry about possible witnesses.

"Ok. So, first question: Why does she want to kill me?" I asked.

"She said she's just following orders." He said his voice didn't sound nearly as nervous as I thought it'd be.

"Ok, I know from who, but that still doesn't make any sense; I mean, he's dead. I killed him." I was confused. Why would she want to kill me so badly? She had no reason; hell, I didn't even know her.

"She says you killed her dad," he explained.

My face fell. Over the years, I haven't killed that many people, so there weren't a lot of people it could've been. Over the years, I think I've killed maybe six people, including the guy who shot me only a few days before.

"Do you have a name?" I asked nervously.

"She said it was Duron or something."

My stomach dropped, and I could feel my world spinning. I understand now. She was his daughter, and that's why she hated me; she wanted revenge.

"Why is she sending people to do her work? Why not do it herself?" I asked.