Chapter 12

It’s not Robert Jones or anyone of his guards; nor is it Victor Sans.

“I know, right?” He stands up from his chair and begins to walk towards me.

“But this can’t be possible, how?” I say more to myself than to anyone.

As he gets closer to me, I try to walk backward, but because my legs are still bound by the rope, I fall backward onto my butt.

“Oh, be careful dear.” The man says.

“Tommy, get her loosed, she’s hurting.” The man says to his minion.

“But boss, she could beat the crap out of us all here, and escape...she’s a professional assassin.” He replies to his boss, which causes his boss to frown.

“Tommy, now.” He says, his voice sounding authoritative.

Tommy walks towards me, but I keep staring at the man. He looks just like my father and it’s scary.

When Tommy reaches me, he carefully begins to untie the rope on my hands and ankles.

As I look at the man, hot tears begin to escape my eyes without my permission. Seeing him after