Dominant culprit

The man said, glaring at Darrel as he exited the building, Claire who had heard all this conversation from behind was frozen at a spot, she wasn’t aware Darrel had links with the mafia either.

Is his name really Noah? who is Noah” she said to herself, closing her mouth slightly with her palm, this was the darkest moment, and the only time she could actually claim progress.

She watched Darrel looking at the man from behind, not moving at inch, he brings out his phone from his pocket sends a text to victor

‘ protect Claire ‘

‘ no’

victor replies almost immediately, making Darrel scoffs slightly, it was like sending a cat to protect a rat, they simply hated each other, starting from the first day Victor saw her at the bar, he had activated his protective senses.

Claire who had mischief under her sleeves was no better as she felt victor was more of a threat to her and her mission than Darrell would ever be, even when Darrell seemed to be the deadliest.

And she had just found out that her target was much more than she bargained for ‘ the more the merrier’ she thought to herself as she felt Darrell make an attempt to turn, she tiptoed to her room hurriedly and as quietly as possible.

Darrell had been feeling quiet uneasy as he felt someone beside him, but there was a wall demarcating the corridor and he living room, ‘ isn’t she sleeping?’ he asked himself, as Claire was the only person in the house with him

He gently walks to her room, and finds her laying on her bed, nicely tucked in her duvet,’ maybe I am feeling things’ he thought to himself, as he watches her sleep, her face as calm as spring water, which sends cold shivers down his feet.

Maybe he was right, she’s getting into my head’ he thought as he stares at her with so much calmness, she’s forcing me to protect her, he also said I have her scent all over me, he thought to himself as he sniffed his pits he hasn’t changed much, so he thought as he glanced back to her then sniffs again

Claire noticing this found it hard to play dead as she found it rather amusing so see Darrel sniff his pits and she just wanted to smirk so badly, like she was being tickled, but couldn’t as Darrell hadn’t moved an inch.

” God dammit” She whispered slightly, her voice as little as a light fly, this piqued Darrel’s interest, as he felt she was talking in her sleep again, but couldn’t comprehend anything she said, so he pulled a chair closer to her.

This makes Claire’s heart sink, as she felt slightly threatened by this, why does he have to be the close?, this question lingeries in her heart as she tries her best to stay awake, but eventually sleeps off after hours of hoping he leaves but he stared almost all.

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Claire wakes up early in the morning with a sharp pain in her head, she quickly looks out the window as flashbacks of how the previous night went, she had stormed out of the library, then Noah! She thought as she remembered the conversation

” you had one fuckin job Claire, just one” she yells to herself as she stormed out of the room in search of Darrell, or maybe Noah, what ever, she cursed, as she kicked her legs against the kitchen island .

Darrel had outsmarted her again, maybe living with him wasn’t so good afterall, she would have been a side piece just outside the house, or maybe just a strange lady, she was good with costumes, so she thought as she brain stormed with different ways to have caught this young fella than staying in the same house with him

Knowing the quiet ones are usually the smartest, Claire felt she had lost even without trying so hard, all her plans were to follow Darrel where ever he went and likely takes pictures before the day runs out, she hits her head on the wall and blood stain it.

” you are so stupid Claire” she bangs her head ones more, as the burning sensation swept through her body, she felt so embarrassed reporting this to the head quarters as the juniors wouldn’t mind making her an example of what you should not become when you finally become a top agent

Marley would slit my throat too if she finds out I have been this stupid, Claire thought of ways to get out of this mess as she dug her hands in her locks, while pacing round the kitchenText © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

She checked on her phone for time and it’s 12:32pm, how did I sleep that long, Darrel must be fast gone, she thought she runs back to a room, just to find a syringe close to her bed, ” arg, that bastard drugged me” she hisses as she stares at the syringe it was mainly used when you wanted a thief to rest, or sometimes in the hospitals, they were used of mentally disturbed patients as well, it is known to knock them out for the whole day.

Clair’s heart ached at the sight of betrayer as she felt her heart constrict, her veins making popping attempts and her pulse popping out, the pain she felt was rather unusual; it was that kind of pain that cripples people from the inside.

” tick tock”