Chapter 6
ADELINA
“What the fuck was that??” My heart raced, and panic set in. Not sure how anyone could have known where we were. Did they know who I was and who I had taken?
FUCK. I should have listened to Dorin and not taken Cezar.
There was no way I was going to let this ruin everything I had worked for or put the lives of the people who trusted me at risk.
“Get everyone out of here. I will go get… it.”
Though Dorin did not want to listen to me, he knew better than to try and talk me out of something.
I made my way into the basement, where the start of the explosions had happened. He was coughing his way toward the bars, still trapped where the blast had hit the hardest. The fucking keys to these cells were ridiculous.
All he did was smile, looking at me the best he could. I was able to get the cell open and grab onto him. Why the hell is he so damn big? Nope, I got this. I had trained to save people, not just murder them.
Or I could leave him, I mean… nope, no. Come on, be better than the Torrims.
Cezar was trying to help as I dragged his massive ass through the rubble. After I got to a certain point, I saw Dorin waiting for me, just like a stubborn old man. He grabbed Cezar’s other shoulder, and we were able to get him to one of the cars around the back before the explosions intensified.
In the refuge of the speeding car, we sat catching our breath. What a fucking mess! Now all I could think of was what came next. After what I had just done, after who I had taken, there was no way they weren’t here for Cezar. So, either it ended at that, or they also knew who I was.
Which part of me do they know?
“How badly do you think you fucked up, Nycto Reaper?”
Cezar and his stupid fucking smirk. His eyes were watering from being so close to the explosions.
Dorin was about to cover his mouth, but I stopped him.
What was the point, and quite frankly, he was right.
However, with that bit of information, I confirmed that he remained ignorant of my true identity.
I could work with this. Before I had the chance to make any snide remarks, he passed out.
We made our way to one of the hideouts so we could assess the situation. Some of my guys carried Cezar in and got him on the bed for Dorin to check his injuries.
“Most of the blasts were from smoke and flash bombs. They likely wanted to capture us alive. Not the brightest assailants,” Dorin remarked casually, collecting supplies to tend to Cezar.
“Yeah…goddammit.” I was pacing back and forth in the room. I hate it when things do not go according to plan.
Cezar stirred, moving around on the bed like a fish out of water. What the hell was he doing?
“Fuck…” he winced in pain. From what I could see, the wounds didn’t seem that bad.
As soon as Cezar could hold himself upright in the bed, the first thing he said was, “Where is my phone?” The panic in his voice seemed a bit dramatic for a phone. “Shit, tell me you grabbed my phone?”
Seriously.
“… I grabbed your phone. Calm the hell down. It’s just a phone.”
He shot me a look that said he didn’t believe a damn word, so I pulled it out of my pocket and flashed it at him. Cezar tried to get off the bed, and my guys held him down, not that he put up much of a fight. He hardly had the strength.
“Right… I am still your captive.” Now, it just seemed like he was toying with me. Annoying.
Dorin stabbed him with some numbing agent.
“Fuck—” Cezar whipped his head around to look at him. “Damn, man, could be gentler.”
“Don’t be such a little bitch.” Dorin didn’t say much most of the time, especially in these situations. He was very serious when it came to treating a patient. Whether they deserved it or not.
The look on Cezar’s face amused me. Dorin had hurt his feelings. “You know it’s not just a phone, I got a lot of cat pictures on there.”
I rolled my eyes and shifted a little in my chair, annoyed at his damn phone, damn smirk, and the entire situation.
“Wonder if it was your enemies or mine?” Cezar was trying to get information out of me, to see if we knew anything yet. He wasn’t looking at me, focused on the shrapnel stuck in his arm that Dorin was working on pulling out.
It felt like forever when Dorin managed to get Cezar cleaned up. He gave a little bit of a weird look when he was tending to something on Cezar’s back. I was not even going to ask.
“Well, what is the verdict, doc?” Cezar made himself more comfortable on the bed now that he was all patched up, looking at Dorin with no care in the world in those eyes of his.
“You won’t die from these wounds.” Dorin sounded disappointed as he picked up his stuff. I know he just wanted to get away from Cezar. He talked too much for Dorin’s liking.
“Hm, what a boring death that would be.” Now he was looking at me. Like a challenge. I was a little intimidated by the lack of fucks he gave for the situation he was in. How does he not have more questions, or maybe he really doesn’t give a shit?
Why the hell did I save him?
I could tell what he was thinking. I fucked up. He knew I wanted something from him. Then the phone rang, pulling us both out of our thoughts. It was his phone. What a stupid ringtone. Really… “Barbie Girl”…
“It was a good movie. Sue me.” He was being honest…
The name that popped up was Codrin’s. I knew that name. He was the middle son of Viktor. I could either have Cezar answer it and risk him saying something stupid or ignore it and risk another unexpected ambush.
“You should probably let me get that.” The seriousness on his face was not something I had seen yet.
Oddly enough, I wasn’t that worried he would say anything that would cause more problems. If needed, I could slit his throat and move on with my life.
After all, he was the only one who knew what the Nycto Reaper looked like.