Page 7 of Cruel Fate

I finished the meal, and he was quick to clean the table in front of me. Soon enough, while I was packing, he was getting rid of any evidence that I’d ever stayed there. Since it was his name on the lease, no one would ever connect this with me. But even so, all the DNA needed to be destroyed.

And if my little wolf was good at something, it was being thorough.

I trusted that the place would be wiped clean, as if no one had stepped foot into it since it was built. Without a goodbye, I left. I took the car and just drove. I was unsure of the direction but as long as I left Los Angeles by tomorrow, I was out of Bogdan’s radar.

He couldn’t pinpoint my location because I was on the move. However, I’d been in Los Angeles for the past ten days, which was the longest I stayed in one place. Undoubtedly, he had his eyes everywhere in the States, and someone must’ve seen me.

Not that I was trying that hard to keep myself off his radar. The quicker he came, the quicker he’d die.

Only one issue remained.

My father was not an idiot. Coming straight at me personally would be a terrible way of doing it. Not only would he lose against me, but it would also blow his cover. Dominik knew where I was at all times. I’d found one of his men stalking me, though I didn’t care enough to tell him off.

And because he wasn’t stupid, he was biding his time. I’d used up all the contacts and cards I had up my sleeve to insert one of my people in his circle but since he was yet to report, I assumed he’d died.

Bogdan had something bigger planned. And it involved getting rid of me first, which I wouldn’t allow. Or getting rid of me was a distraction whilst he went to attack Aleksei, but that route was too dangerous.

If we talked in numbers, Aleksei won by a lot. And if I decided to tell my brother what Bogdan had planned, all hell would break loose. It was still too early for that, yet my father’s face wouldn’t leave my mind.

My body trembled at the thought of my father. The small hairs on the back of my neck rose, and my stomach twisted. Something terrible was coming, and no one was prepared for it.

Twenty-four hours later, I was in Texas.

Rhea Karalis once told me that her family owned a house in Texas. However, it’s been at least a decade since someone’s been there. It was a perfect hideout for a couple of weeks until I formed a proper plan to end that man, once and for all.

I only stopped to buy myself enough food and other necessities to last me a while. And a lot of cleaning products, since no one had set foot in that place for over ten years.

I was greeted by a crow.

It was standing on one of the electrical lines, not too far from me. Its small eyes stared at me, the raven wings flapping. It seemed to be a staring contest between the bird and me—and I’d be damned if I allowed a bird to win.

Then, as if it sensed my hostility, it released the loudest caw I’d ever heard in my life. It was almost loud to the point of me leaving, but I couldn’t let a damn bird win.

I cawed right back at the bitch.

The bird was the one who backed away first. With one last, grating click, it flew away, almost as if it were surprised I’d cawed at her.

As I watched it leave my sight, a wave of goosebumps washed over me. It was unsettling since their symbolism was contradicting. It could mean death, misfortune, and illness, or it could represent loyalty, rebirth, and intelligence.

The anxiety I felt suggested the former, and I didn’t like it. I didn’t care who around me died, as long as it wasn’t me. For the time being, I had a lot of things to get done before death could even cross my mind.

I put the unfortunate meeting to the back of my mind and slowly began to make the house livable. It took a lot of cleaning and a lot of energy to get it done. By the time night came, I’d managed to clean the living room, the kitchen, and the bathroom. Which unfortunately meant I was going to sleep in the living room.

Typically, I wasn’t one to be afraid of the woods. Given that I had weapons and knowledge on how to use them, even if someone attacked, my bet was on myself. Yet, for some reason, I couldn’t fall asleep.

The couch wasn’t that uncomfortable. It wasn’t even in the top five most uncomfortable places I’d slept. So why was I peeking through the window as if someone might appear?

Was it because Adrik knew where I was at all times and could come whenever he pleased? Or was I looking forward to it so much that it prevented me from sleeping?

I didn’t care enough to figure out which one it was. All I wanted was for him to finally come so I could see the look of pure hatred and fury on his face. That was the reason I still lived: to see the man who hurt me, hurting because of me.

That brought a grin to my face.

THREE

DAVORIN

“She was fucking arrested? What for?”

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