AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Who has the hit been assigned to?” I ask. Knowing who the assassin is will tell me when and how it will happen. We all have our own personal brand.
“I can’t give you that information. I suggest you hurry.”
“Thank you.”
I end the call, and walking back to the living room, my eyes lock on the TV as I dial Maurice’s number. The call connects, but it keeps ringing until it goes to voicemail. “It’s Max. Get out of there.”
I don’t say anything else, and instead, I redial the number.
On the TV screen, I see Maurice and De Rothschild walk up the steps toward the stage, waving at all their supporters. I watch as Maurice stops on the side while Rothschild takes his position behind the podium.
Fuck.
“Answer your phone,” I growl as I listen to the incessant ringtone.
Maurice reaches into his pocket, and the line goes dead. When I try again, the call goes directly to voicemail.
“Who are you trying to call?” Cami asks, her eyes darting between the TV and me. “What’s wrong?”
Christ. There’s no time.
My heartbeat speeds up, and trying to get Cami away from the TV in case the fucking assassination happens while the cameras are on Maurice, I say, “Get me a glass of water, please.”
She frowns at me, and as she stands up, her eyes flick to the TV screen.
I hear the distinct sound of a gunshot and dart forward. The cameras swing to the side of the stage as I grab hold of Cami.
A commotion breaks out in the crowd, and the announcer shouts, “A shot’s been fired!”
I press Cami’s face to my chest and feel how the shock trembles through her body.
“Senator Maurice DuBois has been shot,” the announcer cries. “Oh, my God! Someone just fired a shot out of the crowd. It’s absolute pandemonium.”
Maurice, you dumb fuck. You should’ve answered your phone!
Keeping hold of Cami, who’s frozen against my chest, I reach for the remote and switch off the TV.
“No,” she whispers.
I force her to sit down and crouch in front of her. Framing her face with my hands, I see horror warring with disbelief. She pulls away from me, and starts to shake her head.
“What happened?” she gasps. Her eyes connect with mine, and her features tighten with anguish as the horror darkens her irises. “No. Don’t look at me like that.” She starts to shake her head. “No, this isn’t happening. It’s a mistake.”
I move to sit next to her, and wrapping my arm around her shoulders, I pull her to my chest.
Her body shudders, then she asks, “What just happened?”
“Your father was shot,” I tell Cami, not sugar-coating it.
“No,” she gasps again, and it looks like she’s still struggling to accept the fact.
“I’m so fucking sorry.” I press a kiss to her hair. “Let me make a call and see what I can find out.”
Maybe he was lucky, and the shot didn’t kill him.
A breath shudders through her, then she whimpers, “Please. Maybe he’s okay.”
I quickly dial St. Monarch’s number, and when Director Koslov answers, I ask, “Is it a confirmed kill?”
