The 6 Greatest Errors of All Time | ?

XXIV. queen's waltz

What if they're not tracking us? What if they're tracking K2?

I raised my eyebrows and the boy seemed to be contemplating something before his fingers went back to typing again.

Or it could just be close calculated guesses based on what they know about us from the past. A combination of tracking K2 and remembering the jets that they issued for him when he was still under them.

I leaned my head on my arms. "But he won't be coming with us this round. The organization, if they're following us, will have a mislead this time. Our duplicates will go on his jet and fly independently to France. If it's attacked, we'll know if he's the one being followed or not."

We're going on a civilian plane, right?

I nodded and smiled at him. "Don't worry. The team's together, we won't let anything happen to you. I'll look after the others." He held my gaze for a long moment before he let out a small sigh.

I'm worried for you, Risa.

I gave him a curious look. "Me? Why so? Don't you know I'm a strong capable woman, huh?" I teased the boy with a punch and he broke into a faint laugh. Before he could answer, his eyes traveled to someone standing behind me and his face began shifting to a respectful grin.

I turned around and my eyes were met with Pierce's. He came over with his arms folded across his chest. "I let him out of my sight for one moment and you're already trying to end his life. What a wonderful mother you'd become."

"May your butt forever itch, and your arms always be too short."

"You know Sunny, I hate this constant inhaling and exhaling habit you have."

"I hope you manage to find that one wet spot on the floor when you wear new socks."

"I hope you fall out of a three story building on a lego."

"Wouldn't even be able to feel it over the sound of your cracking bones."

"What makes you think I'd even be standing in a five mile radius of you? Those bones, if anything, would belong to Blak—"

"—Pierce dearest, if you badmouth me one more time from down there, I swear to god I will jump off this floor and land on your face." Osias cooed from above with a finger waving back and forth. "Then we'll really see whose bones those belong to."

Pierce shot the man a blank expression. "Fuck off, you infected hot pink rat."

"That's enough you two. I can barely hear my own thoughts." Kenya warned the both of them with a cold stare as she descended the stairs again and walked over to the bar to set down a vase of flowers that was relocated.

"The family dynamic in this team is messed up." Pierce ran a hand through his hair with a defeated sigh.

I eyed him silently and played with the ends of my hair. Eventually, the team was regrouped in due time when Fiona and the other guards arrived back to the penthouse with the attires ready for us to change. It was bound time we got ready as well.

"Alright, so here's the actual plan for you six tonight." K2 decided to debrief last-minute while we were busy fixing our clothes and simultaneously remaining still for his assistants to prep our hair. "There's a man that heads the entire event named Arsène Marie Paul Vauthier."

"I hate his parents already." Cody shut his eyes with a loud sigh, trying to recite the name.

Our director continued. "His daughter Anastasie is getting proposed to at the ball at exactly midnight. Her to-be fiancé is Nicolas Émile."