You Are Mine, Little Sister

Going Meet His Little B*tch

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 f*****g code.

Closing my eyes, I began the mental recitation:

Èna, Dýo, Tría—Dammit. It wasn't working.

I took up the object closest to me—my newest Lumatablet—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 f**k 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 f*****g 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.

Man was f*****g smart—annoyingly so—and it was grating on my nerves.

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 f*****g 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.

"Get them to make a video, claiming they know about the death of the deceased and who was responsible. Have the video uploaded on Black Net, provide a separate apartment for this person and keep them under a twenty-four hours surveillance. If the asshole falls for it, he'd want to get rid of them, and that way, we'll get him."

I finally paused, lifting my eyes to meet his.

"That makes a lot of sense," Eric nodded with a smirk. "I'll get right on it, boss."

Done with the information I was storing in my system, I stood up and started walking out of my Digital Crypt—like I preferred calling it.

"Where is she?" I asked as I strolled toward the car, Miles trailing behind me.

"I don't think you want to know."

I paused and whirled around to meet his dull blue eyes.

I didn't need to say the command before he continued. "She went clubbing with her friends."

Now, that was really bad news.

It took me a second later to turn away from Miles and continue the walk to the car.

Rali didn't like clubbing. She'd only been there once on her eighteenth birthday, and that night, I had to murder two men for groping her.

I didn't like her going clubbing either. It was filled with too many insane men who didn't know how to keep their hands off a woman—hands that'd definitely get cut off if they touched the wrong one.

"Location?" My mood had changed.

After getting the address from him, I drove off at once, heading to meet the little b***h who didn't know how to accept that she was mine.