Beneath the Fox's Claws: Sent To Kill My Father's Enemy

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am I supposed to manage that with this busted left hand, snapped like a chicken wing and dan

losing too much blood. And those Sinveer dogs are still on my heels. The echoes of their voices and footsteps splashing in puddles, are getting c

dies, it will be big news and a blow others can't take and some will gladly embrace. In an

to spill out but I bite hard on my lip, swallowing the scream. Fuck! My head is spinning. I can't g

scraping against the wet concrete. Even as the pain keeps sipping in, I turn le

de first went in-was shock then anger. He isn't supposed to survive that, no

a Don, which explains my failure. I never fail,

not th

e most ruthless man I know, the underworld boss, owner of the most extensive cybercrime and intell

ood. Uselessness equals death. Life held no value for papa, not even his children. Certain

me, beyond papa him

uld settle on my little brother. Elias. My reason to breath

es off that child, even if he calls me right now to die here on this go

eart beating like it's seconds from stopping. My vision keeps blurring, I shak

nder this disguised face. "I'm close," I

blocks up north at the pinned location, we

es feels like an e

every precision since I've scouted th

iach. Elias is

eed one last stretch, Liach, you can do it. I try to focus my gaze, solely on t

and Dave jumps out, his brow furrowed, face alarme

ach, what

ing to the ground. Before I can fall, Dave wrap

k. I can't speak. Not when I'm tightly clench

I can no longer suppress. The doors slam shut, sealing me inside this temporary saf

arm against my skin. He rips open the med kit, the frantic rustling of supplies echoing through the tense silence

king more to himself than anyone else. "Why didn't you call for back-up-? Fuck, y

me, another voice cuts through the

ays watchful. Always critical. His gaze is like

nded, his eyes narrowed

I was exp

s he dead? Answer me.

the words of my failure, but my throat feels constricted. The image of Sinveer's fa

ng the flow of blood from my side. He doesn't even look up at Antonio

ice filled with impatience. "The boss will

this mission. That a child like me isn't cut out for this. Bu

s, his tone laced with a protectiven

s against the asphalt and the sickening hiss of blood soaking

re gauze. Lena, sharp-eyed and intelligent, passes me a bottle of water. Two of the Cisco soldiers. My hands tremble so violently I can

on to be reality. Failure. Shame. Papa's cold, emotionless eyes. Or maybe my brother's soft smile snuff out, a lifeline I cling to. One that can vanish with a snap of papa's fingers. Because of my failu

tate, "Your use is only what I say it is. And if yo

r insubordination. The memory sti

ghting, clawing, bleeding to stay alive,

ressed into a thin, worried line. His hands press firmly against my side, trying to stem the blee

crackle to life or he will be waiting like a storm for me at t

y legs when papa speak

to be s

to prot

costs me