The bodyguard staggered back, blood seeping from the corner of his lips. But I didn't care. I caught my breath, trying to think.
Then Gisella's name flashed through my mind.
Two months ago, I ran into her and left her on the street. When I went back to remove the trail, her body was gone. At first I was sure she was dead, but now? I began to doubt what I had believed.
I hissed, gripping my hair in frustration. "Damn... don't tell me she's alive ...."
I turned around, leaving the bodyguard who was now lying unconscious. I walked to the study, retrieving the documents that I had been hiding. Without thinking, I stepped into the back garden, lit a match, and threw it at the pile of papers.
Tongues of flame licked at my secret papers, destroying all evidence of my crimes. I wouldn't let anyone find this. Never.
"Dylan, what are you doing?"
The sharp voice made me turn my head. Alexa stood behind me, her face tense.
"I'm erasing the traces of my crime," I replied.
"Did you find out who was behind the news?" she asked matter-of-factly.
"Everyone is keeping their mouths shut. But I will find that person, and destroy him," I hissed.