One hundred and thirty three

Oliver

I winced, rubbing my stinging cheek. The force of Alexis's slap remained. I deserved it for being so stupid to think she'd jump on me like a lovestruck puppy after I asked for her forgiveness or be easily manipulated without questioning me.

Rooted on the spot, I watched her walk away, cursing under my breath.

The girl was petite but bold and hostile. Thanks to that bastard, Dimitri, I'd received an unwarranted slap. My shoulders sagged like a deflated balloon.

Dimitri forced me to gather information from Craig's friends, including his girlfriend, about the staff of authority.

I had two days to come up with something, and the consequences of not getting sufficient information would be brutal. But how could I ask them a string of questions without them becoming suspicious?

Craig's friends, especially Zarek, were discerning and were beginning to sniff my fakery. It was a miracle that I hadn't gotten caught at this point.

"Oliver, you're a man. I didn't raise you a coward!"