You Are Mine Little Sister (by Syra Tucker) novel Chapter 9

Chapter 9

VOID

I moved the cursor, swiping through each image on my system. Gory photos of people dead in a nightclub.

Veins popped in my knuckles from how tightly I gripped the mouse, rage bubbled in my chest.

Say the code, man–I tried to convince myself. Say the fucking code.

Closing my eyes, I began the mental recitation:

Èna, Dyo, Tría–Dammit. It wasn’t working.

I took up the object closest to me–my newest Lumátablet–and hauled it against the wall.

Eric, leaning casually behind me, barely flinched, He sighed and folded his arms. “We just got delivery of that yesterday.”

“Well, your control code is trash,” I said an icier tome, glaring at him before returning my gaze to the pictures on the screen.

“Wouldn’t say it’s a complete failure. You’ve improved,” Miles shrugged.

Maybe he was right. Months before now, I’d have probably done worse things for a reaction.

But I wasn’t ready to give Eric or his asinine ‘control code‘ any credit.

My hand threatened to crush the mouse as I went through the pictures. I didn’t give a flying fuck about the dead people on my screen. What bothered me the most was the fact that the bonehead responsible was still out of my grasp.

Five people who’d been drug addicts were killed the previous night which was the third death in a row. It was no coincidence. Someone from the Underworld was doing business. Right here in my territory.

I shut the damn system and closed my eyes, trying to force myself to stay calm. Instead of trying to recite Eric’s dumb temper control code, I let my mind drift to a certain raven hair, green eyes, blushed lip and a skin that smelt of caramel.

That was much better.

Two days ago, I’d successfully captured and eliminated Yuri just when he was about to flee the country.

I’d planned on paying more attention to Rali when I finished with Yuri, but then, whoever this asshole was had to get in the way of my plans.

We didn’t know who he was yet, but he’d been doing business in here; killing people he had no God–damn business killing. He was shedding blood in my damn city.

The only person that get to shed blood in my territory was me.

And it was even more frustrating that he’d been extra careful to avoid being caught. He was intentionally hiding from me and had been doing a good job covering his tracks. Whoever he was, he was fucking smart.

But not for long. Nobody could stay hidden from me. And when I get to find him, I’d give him the slowest death possible.

“Guy practically erased every camera in the vicinity,” Miles repeated the damn thing I already knew.

He hadn’t just erased the club’s footage; every single recording from nearby streets and neighboring houses had been wiped clean. It was impossible to track them.

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Chapter 9

Man was fucking smart–annoyingly so–and it was grating on my nerves.

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Even the clubgoers had been useless. Their descriptions of the men were vague at best: masked, unrecognizable, practically ghosts. But I had no business with the men. It was their boss I yearned for.

“He’s smart,” I said, sitting up. “but let’s see how smart he is.”

I typed a few words into my system.

“Get one of our people to reach out to a relative of one of the deceased. I don’t care if its an ex girlfriend or a fucking stepmother. I just need someone that’s been in their life.“/I said without looking at them, my hands and eyes still focused on

my system.

“Okay… What for?” Eric asked.

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