Chapter NIne

Chapter Nine

Marcellus

There is not a word to describe the fury and frustration that is building inside me as Luca stands in my office yammering on about why my plan will never work. And I am so fucking sick of hearing it, in fact, I’m this close to blowing his fucking brains out.

“She’s just too heavily guarded, Roman is probably on his way here right because you just had to make a scene at the Congregation… you’re losing it man! You really are-” Luca just keeps chiming on and on. Little does he know a volcano is gonna erupt inside me if he doesn’t shut up.

She never came to the car I had waiting for her like I planned she would, I was so sure, and usually nothing surprises me. Maybe she couldn’t find a way to sneak out, I hope she burned that fucking note.

The great Nightingale has taught her nothing if that's the case.

The clock on my wall is ticking louder, and louder, and Luca’s voice going farther and farther away, until the ticking becomes so loud, it’s