Chapter 184
Jack
You're dead when I see you.
I laugh at the text from Nolan. Guess he's awake now.
I place my phone back into my pocket and give the signal.
Peter fires the sniper rifle.
The shot cuts through the late afternoon—silent, precise he surely is a professional. It punches straight through the window of Sebastian Doraemont's villa, into the middle of another one of his infamous orgy parties.
I watch through the scope as the glass spiderwebs. As the chandelier shatters. As chaos erupts—screaming, scrambling, bodies throwing themselves to the floor.
Perfect.
Peter and I leave our vantage point on the hill across from the villa, nestled in the outskirts of Sol.
For everything they did to Ciel, I will make it my life's mission to make their lives a living hell.
The paparazzi I tipped off are already nearby, cameras flashing, capturing every moment of the panic.
Peter drives us back toward Sol, as the sun sets a golden hue over the sky as it's setting.
