And Lucas, most probably, was too absorbed by my presence to notice something. I thought he was an excellent manipulator who focused on every situation.
What happened to him? It’s probably his creations’ fault. They didn’t manage to let his brain manipulate other people with his own mind.
Considering that Bianca’s drugs were also part of thisbusinessof theirs, anything was possible.
“… and it is so frustrating that she fooled us so easily,” I start hearing what Lucas is talking about. “I contacted her before coming here, so that means she knew absolutely everything from the very beginning. She knew our moves, but she stayed hiddenin the shadows, knowing we’d need her. How could she escape through my fingers that easily?”
Lucas paces through the room with his hands in his curly hair, growling and swearing under his breath.
“Because it was all normal,” I tell him. “Don’t blame yourself. I’m to blame as much as you in this story, maybe even more. She played me for years…”
“Ok, let’s leave your whining behind and focus on what’s important at this moment. How do we lure her?” Blake asks, while cracking his hands and neck, giving me chills down my spine.
I can feel Anora glowing with a slow, burning rapture.
“Simple. We let her catch us with our guard down,” Lucas says, and looks at me with a smirk.
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My thoughts fly to Cathal while Lucas and I take calculated steps through the town together. I still haven’t seen his lifeless body, but I don’t think I want to do that. I prefer to remember him as the elegant man, with a powerful empire and fear of nothing. The man who thought he had everything at his feet, who seemed to have supreme control over this town, but who was, in fact, just a puppet controlled by more powerful people.
I don’t think he knew he was being manipulated. He was probably as clueless as we were and ended up tortured in a way hard to imagine. What kind of vicious people would do that?
Actually, wrong question. I already know the answer to it. We are walking right to it.
Clara told us the location where she had been with Bianca, and the one that attracted us the most wasAbirr’s familyholiday home, which was actually the house where Omar lived. We shall go directly to the source of it all, right?
I mustered my courage beside Lucas to turn ourselves in. Lucas had enough people working for him to help us with an operation of such magnitude. I tried to focus on the idea that only Bianca was corrupt, that Lucas was the only one who dictated the actions of his employees, and that we had people we could count on.
I hope we made the right choice.
Lucas told me how many people were actually helping us. He said that, if I wanted to truly notice the ones around us, I just had to watch and immerse myself in the passing details.
That’s what I start to do, while walking through the known streets. I look above, close to the sky. I push aside the strong rays of the sun and the blossoming creepers that hang at the top floors of all buildings. A sparkly object appears for a moment in the most unexpected place, then disappears in the next second, putting a smile on my lips.
Snipers.
I look carefully at more buildings. We are surrounded by them. That alone calms my soul for a moment, giving me a nice feeling of safety.
My gaze gets around us, at the people passing us by on the street. I’m looking for those clues that make a difference, no matter how small they are.
In addition to the empty and serious glares, I notice a fleeting smile from a man dressed in a suit, with an elegant hat, who winks at us for a second as he passes.
We are surrounded by Lucas’s protection. However, why do I still think about options where the ending is not a happy one?
With so many people around us, why does my mind create images where the others have an even bigger army? What if we experience a death as heartbreaking as Cathal’s? I getgoosebumps only thinking about that, especially after the details the boys told us.
If we find and catch Bianca, would I be able to kill her with my own hands? I know deep in my heart that she was trouble from the beginning and that she could’ve manipulated our lives in an intoxicating way. Still, would I really be capable of doing such a cruel act as taking a life?
I told you so many times before how simple it is. You just have to leave your heart out of this when you’re doing it.
I think that’s my main problem. My heart is in everything that I do, no matter how bad the situation might be.
Then you just have to stay and watch. I don’t wanna vomit inside of you while watching you tremble with your hand on a knife in front of her heart.
I try to abstain from shivering now. I can easily imagine all the ways I can kill her and how you could do it. But what if I succumb? What if I pass out and you won’t take control in time?
Then your big fucking plans will all be in vain. Don’t overanalyse useless details. Just think about Marshall and the gruesome way Bianca took his life. Then, about the way she drugged Paul in order to take her revenge. Your knife will stick easily in her. Ugh, and how amazing the sound of it penetrating her and reaching her heart would feel while you watch her…
