Chapter 10: Secret Identity

LES’ P.O.V

I chugged down a bottle of beer as I watched Iris turn off the lights in her room before going to my uncle's room to sleep. That's when I got up from my seat, walked to a table where a couple of knives lay and gathered them in my hand.

My entire body was strung tight with the need to vent and I discovered boxing and throwing knives always helped in situations like this. Walking opposite a knife board, I took my stance and began to throw.

After a while, I felt I wasn't alone.

“I know you’re there.” I said, flexing my neck muscles while rolling the blade around my hand.

“You've gotten soft, billionaire boy.” A deep voice murmured behind me, “Your aim isn’t what it used to be.

“Oh yeah?” I smirked, before turning around suddenly and throwing the knife. It shoots through the darkness like a rocket and hits home with a sound.

The room comes alive with light as the man flicks the switch. His face is what I see first.

Carved to perfection except for the bullet wound scar ma