A Gift from the Goddess

Chapter 120: Book Two – Chapter 12

“Rae…I do believe this guy is alive,” Zac said.

The two of us were peering into the cupboard, looking at a very tied up and very terrified looking Noah.

“Yep,” I replied.

“Right…right….And, just to make sure we’re on the same page here, you are aware that normally I don’t see this part, right? That I come in afterwards?”

“I’m aware.”

At the sound of the conversation, Noah immediately started to squirm and plead to Zac with his eyes, hoping that he would help free him.

Not that it would do him any good.

“So, what’s the hold up?” Zac asked, still confused.

“Isn’t this just another Thursday for you? I’ve seen you do worse.”

He was right.This really wasn’t that abnormal of a job for me to do.

But I gritted my teeth at his question nevertheless, hating how I had ended up in this situation.

“I…can’t,” I said, deflating in defeat.

“I can’t do it.”

“You can’t…do it…,” Zac repeated slowly.

“And why is it—.”

“Look, I just can’t, okay?” I said, cutting him off, irritated at all the questions.

“I’ve tried.I even tried again before you got over here.I can’t do it, I can’t do it, I can’t do it.End of discussion.”

“…So why am I here? Just tell your dad that —.”

“No.”

Of course, Zac would suggest that.He didn’t know about every dark secret my father was hiding, only ever seeing as far as he needed to.

“No, I can’t tell him,” I said.

“…And you can’t tell him either.”

“Rae, the boss is expecting this guy dead,” he said, taking a step back to look at me.

“I’m not really sure what’s going on, but you do realise he’ll find out sooner or later, right? You can’t just keep him locked up in a cupboard forever.”

“Okay, fine! Fine…,” I sighed in frustration, before slowly locking up to meet his eyes.

“…Then you do it.”

Immediately, his face paled.

“What?! Rae, no! No,” he blurted out.

“I don’t do that.”

“c’mon, Zac,” I whined.

“It’s not that different from cleaning up.Both have a lot of blood.I can talk you through it.Here…just grab this dagger like this…and then hold it in your hand facing—.”

“Raven, stop!”

I’d been trying to get him to wield the weapon but he immediately held his hands up and stepped away.

“Just…chill,” he said.

“I’m not going to kill someone.”

“Argh! I spun around and angrily started pacing the room, beginning to get more worried as every second passed.I didn’t understand why this had to be so difficult.It shouldn’t be this hard.Any other day, I could have done this job with my eyes closed.Why was I struggling to kill one random man? Who even was this guy? A small brown wallet then caught my attention as it sat on top of a table, and I walked over to inspect it.

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this guy look sort of

as I went digging through his

store reward one…a rental shop…a membership to

I found

looks like

Zac continued.

one from a

reading the

slowly spun around to look at Zac, my mind

guy’s last name,”

“Noah Kennedy.”

then turned to look at

was his connection to him? I’d thought that Miles was

a

else would he have acquired problematic documents relating to him?

disappearance? …If that were true…then didn’t that mean Noah’s

out the cloth I’d

the future murder victim was possibly the dumbest

let me go, please,”

do anything.Just…don’t kill

to Miles?” I asked, disregarding the

a moment before becoming

“What about Miles?”

I really wasn’t in the mood for people not answering my questions plainly.I’d already had my fill

m y dagger into the wall

hissed, pulling the knife back out to point it

myself for the

out a ‘yes’, his

“Howe”

brother,”

pinched the bridge of my nose, already knowing

when was the last time you heard

up at the bar on

like he’s just disappeared….Is that why you’re here? Does this have something to do with

That caught my attention.

‘Business’.

held my curiosity

I had already asked

my father’s dealings, it was just

part of me

death sentence today was actually because

question I

was Miles

“Rae—.”

Zac before he could

an idea this was, just as I

he was also under the

“Smuggling,” Noah answered.

supplies and rare goods from all over.The best at what he does, in my opinion.Even better than

there.I knew I should have stopped.No, I *definitely* shouldn’t have wanted to

businessman?” I

me as if I were stupid for not

this city

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

An employee.

had been a

or a rivaling businessman.He was

…I killed an employee*.

to bring him in at all? Was he trying to run away or snitch on my father? …Did he find

my father? Someone who would know better than most in this city what going against

pause for a moment and stop tunnelling down a thought process that had no end in

left with a very important ‘what’; As in, what the hell was I going to do about Noah? And I quickly stood back up and