Chapter 79

"My boss has a personal order for Zachary Malik's whore," he said in a cordially mean voice and approached a heavy step.

The back door roared the wind of the night when it opened wide, and half of the present fled in an unbridled race, screaming. Kendall still held my arm, as perplexed as I was. A massacre... For me. Unknown that I didn't even know the name, and now I carried their deaths, without any intention. Shock and dread merged into an indigestible mass inside my stomach, and I didn't need time to remember why that was happening. For whom.

Zachary.

The same person who taught me not to wait for help, and not even run away. Because he knew it. He didn't dare tell me how or when, but he knew that at some point that would happen. Because, for someone who had lost his whole family to a cowardly attack, letting this happen again would be like wishing for the tragedy. And it was his voice that caught up with me before the man in black stretched out his hand to catch me: