Book cover of “Vendetta“ by Felixxx


  • Genre: Thriller
  • Age: 18+
  • Status: Ongoing
  • Language: English
  • Author: Felixxx
Alexander is born with a unique gift — he can process information faster than anyone else. He always knew that he wanted to follow in the footsteps of his late father, who was a police officer. But his father's untimely death leaves Alexander with a burning desire to solve the mystery surrounding this murder case. As his investigation progresses, A... 

Chapter 1

I woke up to the sound of my alarm, groggily trying to remember where I was. I stumbled out of bed and almost fell to the ground but quickly picked myself up. Despite feeling disorganized and uncoordinated, I knew that I had to hurry if I wanted to make it to where I was going. I rushed to the bathroom, dodging the various objects scattered on the floor. It was a cramped apartment, but it had only been temporary. It was the day I had been waiting for my entire life — the day I would be screened into the Mainland Police Department (MPD).

I had been dreaming of that moment since I was six years old. I refused to let anything get in my way, especially my financial struggles. In fact, I had to take out a loan from some questionable people who dealt with d***s just to make this dream a reality. But it didn’t matter to me — I was willing to do whatever it took to achieve my goal.

I looked at myself in the mirror as I brushed my teeth, admiring my appearance. I knew that I was going to succeed because I was the man, and nothing could stop me. It was personal for me — I wanted to follow in my dad’s footsteps and become a federal agent, just like he was before he was murdered. The case was never solved, and I wanted to reopen it and find his killer.

As I sang to myself, the alarm went off once again, reminding me of the time. I only had 12 minutes to get ready and make a journey that normally took 10. It seemed impossible, but I knew that impossible was nothing. I frantically searched through my wardrobe until I found the outfit I needed, tossing aside anything that didn’t fit the bill.

I was almost out the door when I realized I had forgotten my briefcase. I ran back inside and grabbed it, taking one last look at the messy apartment that I was leaving behind. As I locked the door and made my way to the street, I tried to hail a taxi. The first one drove right past me, but I didn’t let it get me down. I kept searching until I found a car that was barely holding together. The driver told me that the fare to downtown would cost $20, which was more than double the normal rate. But I didn’t have a choice — I wasn’t going to let my dream slip away because of a little extra money.

Desperate times called for desperate measures, and I was willing to do whatever it took to make it to my destination on time. I drummed my nails on the handle of the car door as we made our way through the busy streets, knowing that my future was on the line.

For the first few seconds, I noticed that the car was driving smoothly but not as fast as I would have hoped. I kept using my nails to drum at the handle of the door, indicating how impatient I was about the cab driver’s slow driving. Then, in a moment, the car started making awkward starts and stops. Immediately, I rushed out of the cab, knowing that it was only a waste of time. I took to my heels just after I had paid the cab driver the 20 bucks and shouted out loud as I ran, “I’m going to arrest you after this!”

The cab driver replied while counting his cash, “Fuck you.”

I took to my heels once more and ran as fast as I could and as far as my legs would carry me to the next bus stop, which I made it to just in time to catch the last bus that was about to leave. I was late because the bus door was already closed, so I didn’t hesitate to jump through the window. This action made a lot of noise, which caught the attention of the passengers and began to cause social unrest.

As I jumped through the window of the bus and made my way to the front, I quickly surveyed the passengers. Some were looking at me with suspicion, while others seemed to be curious about what was happening. I took a deep breath and then stood up, announcing to the passengers that I was a federal agent, and we were on an undercover investigation.

Immediately, some people tried to question me about being a legitimate federal agent, asking for my badge and identification. But I had prepared for this moment and quickly pulled out a fake badge and identification card that I had made just for this purpose. I flashed it to the passengers and confidently answered their questions, assuring them that we were chasing a dangerous bomb that had to be stopped at all costs.

Some of the passengers seemed to buy my story, but others were still skeptical. One older woman raised her hand and asked me. “How were we supposed to find the bomb?”

I thought for a moment, trying to come up with an answer that would satisfy her. “We have intelligence that the bomb is located in a building downtown,” I said, “and we have a special tracking device that will lead us to it.”

The woman seemed satisfied with my answer and sat back down, but a man sitting across from her continued to look at me with suspicion. He asked me how long I had been a federal agent, and I had to quickly come up with a convincing answer.

“I’ve been with the MPD for over five years,” I replied confidently, “and I’ve been working on this case for months. We’re close to catching the person responsible, but we have to move quickly.”

The man still seemed unsure, but the other passengers began to chime in, assuring him that I was telling the truth. One woman even offered to help me in any way she could, saying that she had experience working in law enforcement.

As we made our way through the busy streets, I could feel the tension in the air. The passengers were all looking out the windows, trying to spot any suspicious activity that might lead us to the bomb. I could feel their trust in me growing, and it gave me the confidence I needed to see this through to the end.

Finally, we arrived at my destination, and I quickly jumped off the bus and ran toward the building I had been waiting to enter. As I turned back to wave goodbye to the passengers, I could see the relief and admiration in their faces.

“Thank you for your cooperation,” I called out to them, “we couldn’t have done it without you.”

The driver of the bus even offered to wait for me and drive me back to my starting point, but I declined, saying that I had other arrangements. As I walked away from the bus, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride and accomplishment. I had managed to convince a group of strangers to trust me and help me achieve my goal.

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