All Chapters of Bullet to the Heart: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Clover’s POV I transitioned to my newest job pretty quickly. Well, that’s what I say to myself at night. I’m just gonna pretend that this is work and not a bargain for my life. Not to mention, I have no other options. I’m not specially gifted in a lot of areas so I have to use my ordinary brain to come up with a plan if I want to get out of here. “Shipment’s being moved tomorrow night. Do you think the rat would leak information again? Uno doesn’t seem to prioritize finding them,” I heard Cuatro say, munching on his chips, while I pretend to clean the nearby end table. It was Seis who responded to him without lifting his eyes from the book he was reading. “It’s only a matter of time before we narrow down who it is. Besides, there’s a lot of pressing matters going on lately.” “Yeah, I guess…” Cuatro chuckled. “The Talons are definitely not going to sit quietly. They would want such a big haul back. I’m sure they didn’t get the crates for a cheap price.” I lifted the vase, busyi

Phoenix’s POVI’ve lived a dangerous life, but somehow, this girl is the strangest thing to walk into my life.Looking out the window of my office, I watched as she ran around in circles carrying a rake with all her might and swinging it towards the sky. I can't help but furrow my brows at her antics.When she asked to be allowed outside, I knew she was planning another stupid attempt of escaping again. Still, I don’t see how whatever it is she’s doing right now could be part of that plan.I cannot predict her and I don’t like that fact.“That’s all the updates for the ongoing shipment, I’ll report again once the routes are finalized. We can proceed this coming Friday for the handoff as planned,” Tres’ voice pulled me back to present.With my back still on him, I asked, “Are you really sure that it’s her?”He paused, caught off guard by my sudden question. “Pardon?”“The girl,” I replied, my gaze never leaving the weirdo in my front lawn. “How sure are you about her identity?”“The or

Clover’s POVI lost track of time inside the trunk but I sensed the moment the SUV rolled onto the docks.Biting my nails, I know I have to be smart. They will be unloading the crates. I already hear the commotion outside. I waited patiently for the perfect timing. After a couple of minutes, I slid out of the vehicle while no one watched, slipping behind a stack of abandoned fishing nets.And if there’s dread in the pit of my stomach about how this seems way too easy, I ignore it and positively hope instead. After all, that’s my last name.I peeked around the nets then saw the largest crate being moved by four masked men. The crate swayed dangerously as they jostled it, laughing and arguing about which way to turn. An idea was formed in my head.Now or never.I used it as my cover to hide me and after that, I sprinted. Containers loomed like giant shadows around me, then I felt the first few drops of rain. Still, I moved. I ran, as fast as I could.Somehow, it feels like I’ve been doi

Clover’s POVNever in my wildest dreams did I think I’ll be returning as the mafia boss’s willing hostage.Or more like an actual promotion to slightly-less-of-a-hostage. I’d like to believe that this is a relationship of mutual benefit just so I won’t regret my abrupt decision. But truly, I have learned enough lessons lately to know that Uno only agreed to keep me for a personal reason, a different purpose than simply being a “maid.”Whether I’m safer here or not, I don’t really have other options.For now, he’s my best choice.He did save my life. Besides, I don't plan on leaving again anytime soon if there’s a target on my back. I was not cut out for this life. Not long ago I was simply a girl whose only enemy is a nagging landlord over a crappy place for a house but now I’m out here discovering ninety-nine creative ways to die.I sucked in a deep breath and refused to remember how trickling blood feels on my skin. I will have another breakdown if I do and this is hardly the enviro

Uno’s POVI gathered my crew in the tech room. Rows of dissected weapons line the metal tables, blue cores exposed as I’ve been studying the residual energy of the tech we’ve stolen. It’s not easy to take it apart and not trigger an explosion.While we have been making progress in establishing Nero in the underworld, this is still a reminder that I’m far from the top of the chain.I don’t want us to just be a mafia with petty crimes and illegal operations, I want to dismantle and overthrow a lineage of empire that’s ruled unchecked for decades. Dos talks while tapping projections on the holo-screen. “Energy output is ninety percent stabilized. We can replicate their pulse rifles within a month if we get more cores.”“You think we can surpass it?” I asked without looking up.“I’m working on that,” he replies.I drag a fingertip along the spine of a dismantled rifle. Clean cut, foreign alloy, a signature that her bloodline built their legacy on. The same bloodline she has no idea about