A Gift from the Goddess by Dawn Rosewood Chapter 120 by NovelsYou

Un regalo de la diosa Capítulo 120: Libro dos – Capítulo 12

“Rae… creo que este tipo está vivo”, dijo Zac.

Los dos estábamos mirando dentro del armario, mirando a un Noah muy atado y muy aterrorizado.

“Sí”, respondí.

“Bien… bien… Y, solo para asegurarnos de que estamos en la misma página aquí, sabes que normalmente no veo esta parte, ¿verdad? ¿Que entro después?”

“Soy consciente.”

Al escuchar la conversación, Noah inmediatamente comenzó a retorcerse y suplicarle a Zac con los ojos, con la esperanza de que lo ayudara a liberarlo.

No es que le fuera a hacer ningún bien.

“Entonces, ¿cuál es el retraso?” Zac preguntó, todavía confundido.

“¿No es esto solo otro jueves para ti? Te he visto hacerlo peor”.

Tenía razón. Esto realmente no era un trabajo tan anormal para mí.

Pero apreté los dientes ante su pregunta de todos modos, odiando cómo había terminado en esta situación.

“Yo… no puedo,” dije, desinflándome en la derrota.

“No puedo hacerlo”.

“No puedes… hacerlo…”, repitió Zac lentamente.

“¿Y por qué es—?”

“Mira, simplemente no puedo, ¿de acuerdo?” Dije, interrumpiéndolo, irritada por todas las preguntas.

“Lo intenté. Incluso lo intenté de nuevo antes de que llegaras aquí. No puedo hacerlo, no puedo hacerlo, no puedo hacerlo. Fin de la discusión”.

“… Entonces, ¿por qué estoy aquí? Solo dile a tu padre que -“.

“No.”

Por supuesto, Zac sugeriría eso. No conocía todos los oscuros secretos que ocultaba mi padre, solo veía lo que necesitaba.

“No, no puedo decirle”, le dije.

“…Y tampoco puedes decirle.”

“Rae, el jefe espera que este tipo muera”, dijo, dando un paso atrás para mirarme.

“No estoy muy seguro de lo que está pasando, pero te das cuenta de que lo descubrirá tarde o temprano, ¿verdad? No puedes mantenerlo encerrado en un armario para siempre”.

“¡Está bien, bien! Bien…”, suspiré con frustración, antes de cerrar lentamente la mirada para mirarlo a los ojos.

“… Entonces lo haces tú”.

Inmediatamente, su rostro palideció.

“¡¿Qué?! ¡Rae, no! ¡No!” soltó.

“Yo no hago eso”.

“Vamos, Zac”, me quejé.

“No es tan diferente de limpiar. Ambos tienen mucha sangre. Puedo hablarte sobre eso. Toma… solo toma esta daga así… y luego sosténla en tu mano mirando hacia—”.

“¡Cuervo, detente!”

Estuve tratando de hacer que empuñara el arma, pero inmediatamente levantó las manos y se alejó.

“Solo… relájate”, dijo.

“No voy a matar a nadie”.

“¡Argh! Me di la vuelta y comencé a caminar con enojo por la habitación, comenzando a preocuparme más a medida que pasaba cada segundo. No entendía por qué esto tenía que ser tan difícil. No debería ser tan difícil. Cualquier otro día, podría He hecho este trabajo con los ojos cerrados. ¿Por qué estaba luchando para matar a un hombre al azar? ¿Quién era este tipo? Una pequeña billetera marrón me llamó la atención mientras estaba sobre una mesa, y me acerqué para inspeccionarla.

 

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“Oye, ¿no te resulta familiar este tipo?” Escuché a Zac decir detrás de mí.

Sin embargo, lo ignoré mientras buscaba entre sus diferentes cartas.

Tenía una tienda de abarrotes recompensa uno… una tienda de alquiler… ¿una membresía para una lavandería? Ni siquiera sabía que tenían membresías.

Pero entonces, finalmente, encontré su licencia de conducir.

“Rae… se parece un poco a ese tipo”

Zac continuó.

“El de hace unos días. Ya sabes…”

“_…Kennedy,” dije, leyendo el nombre en la tarjeta.

“Claro. Miles Kennedy. ¿No era él el tipo de la limpieza hace unos días?” Lentamente me di la vuelta para mirar a Zac, mi mente ahora corría con nueva información.

“No, Zac… Kennedy es el apellido de este tipo”, dije.

“Noah Kennedy”.

Y, simultáneamente, ambos nos giramos para mirar al hombre atado en el armario.

¿Cuál era su conexión con él? Pensé que Miles era un hombre de negocios clandestino o algún tipo de líder de una pandilla.


Alguien que había intentado engañar a mi padre.

¿Por qué otra razón habría adquirido documentos problemáticos relacionados con él? Pero… ‘limpiar’. Así es como se había descrito este trabajo.

¿Estaba Noah involucrado en lo que Miles había estado haciendo? … ¿O me enviaron aquí porque estaba investigando su desaparición? …Si eso fuera cierto… ¿entonces eso no significaba que la sentencia de muerte de Noah hoy fue por mi culpa? ¿Por mi lapso accidental en el control? “Ah, mierda”.

Me acerqué a Noah y saqué el paño que le había metido en la boca.

Normally, I would have agreed that talking to the future murder victim was possibly the dumbest thing I could ever do…but I felt we were already past the point of no return.

“Please, let me go, please,” he immediately started begging.

“I’ll do anything.Just…don’t kill me.Please.”

“You’re related to Miles?” I asked, disregarding the crying.

His face blanked for a moment before becoming confused.

“What about Miles?”

But I really wasn’t in the mood for people not answering my questions plainly.I’d already had my fill of that from Kieran today.

Instantly, I crouched down to his eye level and sunk m y dagger into the wall directly next to his head, causing him to jump in fear.

“I’m asking the questions,” I hissed, pulling the knife back out to point it at him.

“Now.Let me repeat myself for the last time.Are.You.Related.To.Miles?”

He squirmed in fear but managed to huff out a ‘yes’, his head quickly bobbing up and down.

“Howe”

“M-my…he’s m-my brother,” he stuttered.

I closed my eyes and pinched the bridge of my nose, already knowing I was going to hate where this was going.

“And when was the last time you heard from Miles?”

“He never showed up at the bar on Saturday.I think he’s missing,” he hurriedly answered.

“I-I don’t know where he is, I swear! I’ve been looking for him but it’s like he’s just disappeared….Is that why you’re here? Does this have something to do with him? …Or the business?”

That caught my attention.

‘Business’.

It was something that held my curiosity and yet I knew I shouldn’t ask.

Asking the questions I had already asked was already way too far.

My job wasn’t to investigate my father’s dealings, it was just to carry out his orders.

But…but a part of me wanted to know.

To find out whether or not his death sentence today was actually because of me.

..And so I asked the question I knew I shouldn’t have.

“..What business was Miles involved with?” I asked.

“Rae—.”

“What.Business?” I repeated, interrupting Zac before he could stop me.

He would know how bad of an idea this was, just as I did.

After all, he was also under the same orders to not pry too hard.

“Smuggling,” Noah answered.

“He’s a smuggler for that wealthy businessman in town.Gets in supplies and rare goods from all over.The best at what he does, in my opinion.Even better than me.”

I should have stopped there.I knew I should have stopped.No, I *definitely* shouldn’t have wanted to keep going….But I couldn’t seem to stop myself.

“..Which businessman?” I asked carefully.

And he looked at me as if I were stupid for not knowing.

“Eric Reid, of course.Who else in this city would be shady enough to need a smuggler?”

F**k.

F**k, f**k, f**k.

An employee.

Miles had been a goddamn employee.

He wasn’t some random criminal or a rivaling businessman.He was on the freaking payroll.

…I killed an employee*.

But why had I been given instructions to bring him in at all? Was he trying to run away or snitch on my father? …Did he find out something he shouldn’t have? And those documents allegedly pertaining to the business…

just what was in them? If they were harmful, then what could make someone want to betray aman as powerful as my father? Someone who would know better than most in this city what going against him entailed? There were too many questions already asked and far too many answers left unknown that I shouldn’t go looking for.

I needed to pause for a moment and stop tunnelling down a thought process that had no end in sight.

Because, regardless of the why, I was now 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 stepped away, my brain swimming with a million different thoughts as for what I should do.

This wasn’t like the jobs I’d had before.

I wasn’t killing him purely for the sake of business this time…it was more personal than that.

His blood really would be on my hands this time.

Both physically and morally.He was, for lack of a better word, a loose end.

Someone who would go looking for Miles.

My intervention here today was meant to be cutting off that loose end.

‘Cleaning up”

“Rae, I kinda think that this has gone far enough,” Zac said, watching as I began to pace again.

“Just kill him and we can pretend that none of this ever happened.Here, I’ll just turn around and you can quickly do your thing.”

“I can’t,” I groaned in annoyance.

If I couldn’t do it before, I *definitely* couldn’t do it now.

“Miles was an employee,” I said to Zac, pausing to face him.

“Don’t you have someone you care about outside of work? What if Noah was them? Just trying t o find out what happened to you?”

“Since when do you care?” he argued back.

“No offense, girl, but seriously.We’ve been in this business for…how long? You being employed even longer than me.I can’t say that I’ve ever seen you even bat an eyelid at having to do something like this i n the past.”

He was right.I knew he was right.I didn’t know why I cared so much.

This newfound reluctance, conscience even, was so incredibly unlike me.

But that nagging voice inside was still telling me to not do it.

That I shouldn’t.

…That I didn’t need to.

“We need to come up with a plan,” I finally said, taking a step towards Zac.

“We!? Rae, no.There is no ‘we’ here,” Zac said, moving away.

“You finish the job or someone else has to come in and do it.

That’s how this works.”

“I-I can’t fail again,” I said desperately.

“Do you have any idea what my father will do to me if I come home empty handed?”

“That’s not my problem.I’m not getting involved in your family issue—.”

But his voice abruptly came to a stop as I lifted up my shirt, revealing the many different shades of bruises still riddling my skin.

“I can’t fail again,” I repeated.

And Zac visible gulped in disgust.I pulled my shirt down but it was another few moments before Zac finally found his voice.

He coughed, clearing his throat, and did his best to compose himself.

“So…what plan did you have in mind?” he asked.

And, suddenly, I had the perfect idea.

Something that just came to me out of nowhere.

It was so simple.

Why hadn’t I thought of it earlier?

“Zac Greene…”

I started, a smile beginning to twitch on my lips.

“El tipo de hombre que puede esconder un cuerpo sin dejar ni una sola gota de evidencia”.

..Y el reconocimiento se extendió lentamente por su rostro cuando entendió exactamente lo que estaba insinuando.

“Espera, Rae, no”, comenzó a protestar, casi tropezando cuando trató de alejarse de mí.

“Eso no es lo mismo. Yo no—”.

… Entonces, de todos modos, así fue como Zac terminó escondiendo a Noah para mí. Tal vez todo esto de la amistad no fue tan malo después de todo.

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