Chapter 37
37
RORI
The phone rings twice before it connects. “To what do I owe the pleasure, Ms. O’Brien?” the voice on the other end asks.
I glance behind me to make sure that no one is around, and no one is listening. Especially Alonzo. His giant ass is always managing to find its way into my business. I know he’s gone with Massimo, but I don’t trust him not to send someone to watch over me. Seeing and hearing no one, I lower my voice and say quietly, “Ivan Morozov and Giovanni DeLuca in New York have mentioned you in a conversation. I don’t know if they plan to hire you, but I need you to know they are not on the right side of this.”
“How so?” The tone is bored, but I know they’re listening.
I give them a brief rundown. When I finish, I add, “We are searching for the final girl, but I’m concerned Giovanni might want to hire you to find them or kill them.”
“I’ll see what I can find out. Do they know who I am?”
“No. I’ve never said anything, and from what I can see, Morozov didn’t reveal you to DeLuca either. But I can’t be certain.”
“We’ll leave that for now. I have a few things in motion, and then perhaps I’ll be along to pay a visit to the old stomping grounds. Until then, keep this to yourself, Rori. We wouldn’t want to have a problem, would we?” The threat is delivered so smoothly that you almost miss it, sliding like a blade to the gut when one is at your throat.
“No, we wouldn’t.”
The line goes dead. I close the phone, pulling the SIM and stomping on it. I don’t need any of that being traced. Not that it would happen. The Chameleon would never allow themselves to be tracked.
Or rather, never allow herself to be tracked. Or seen. Because I lied. Chameleon isn’t a group of assassins. It’s one , and she is by far the most dangerous of them all. Able to change into anyone and anything that she needs to be to go after her targets and get the job done. Even ones not ordered. I pray that she’ll pick the right side of this, or things are about to get a whole lot worse. We’ll never see her coming until we’re facing our deaths.
Especially me, because I’ve seen her face, and she’s already warned me that I won’t be allowed to live if I betray her. The problem is, I’ve already betrayed her by being here, and she knows it. I’ve come to the one place she despises. To the people she despises. To the family that sent her away to become the person she is now.
Everyone is looking for her, but she is the last person they want to find.
THE END