Novel & Cerita The Three Musketeers

"I hear the three little musketeers have been terrorized - I mean, mentored - by the legendary Cassie McCarthy." Evan chuckled nervously. "Terrorized, sir? Who told you that if I ask?"

I gulped down as he kept walking towards me with an icy gaze with his three musketeers following him behind and their eyes locked on me too, giving me shivers down my body… XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

“Mr. Humphrey. Mr. Lowery. Mr. Morgan. Or as I described you to my brother, Athos, Porthos and Aramis.” Ink leaned back in his chair and studied at the three teens as he took a drink. “Athos, Porthos, Aramis.” He said pointing to Humphrey, Morgan and then Lowery. “Athos the protector. Porthos the clown. Aramis the scholar.” She confirmed. Ink made a motion to someone who walked over. The man wore a cut that declared him to be president and his name was Toad. “I think that we have their road names. Athos, Porthos and Aramis.”

The brave version of me disappears. Dread replaces her. Thomas's phone in my coat pocket is my only ticket to courage, so I squeeze it hard, stand up, and follow the guard. The chatter of the cafe is severed the moment we step through the door and descend into a soundproof, hidden basement bunker. Mr. Knights is sitting behind an oak desk. I march up boldly, reach into my pocket, and place the black phone onto the polished wood before him. "I have something. His private phone, texts, everything. There must be something useful on it. Please leave my family and me alone.”

Three men dressed in black stormed in, their faces covered in masks. Okayy. The three musketeers. I didn’t realize how serious this was until they all brought out their guns and then… Chaos erupted. Gunshots echoed as the men opened fire, bullets ricocheting off the stone walls and sending the guests scrambling for cover. Ferdinand grabbed my arm, yanking me behind him as his men drew their weapons, returning fire. I could feel his grip tighten as he barked orders, his calm demeanor shattered. It took a moment for me to register that we were being attacked and these men were here with the intentions to kill.

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing