Agent Fox’s face was horror-stricken when he saw Jamie land on top of his car bonnet as if he had just dropped from the sky like a falling snowflake. Jamie landed on all fours, causing the bonnet to compress and the windshield to crack.

Agent Fox quickly responded by pulling out a gun from under his seat and shooting at Jamie. The bullet shattered the windshield and caught Jamie in the chest, but before he could pull the trigger a second time, Jamie had vanished.

Agent Fox barely had time to organize his line of thoughts. He was unable to understand how Jamie was still alive. Rather than remain in the car, Fox came out cautiously, aiming his Glock in every direction. He spun around suddenly, thinking he heard someone breathing behind him, and as the agent did, he felt a powerful hand yank the gun from him.

The masculine figure that had succeeded in disarming him palmed him with his other hand, and he flew as if a car had just collided with him. Jamie caught the agent as Laslow palmed the man in his direction.

“Why do you want Taleela dead?” Jamie said to the agent as he had him pinned to himself.

“How about you tell me how the hell you are still alive and who your buddy over there is?” retorted agent Fox. He was struggling to break free from Jamie’s grip.

“Quit squirming like a fish,” Jamie cautioned, resisting the urge to snap the man’s neck and end his life. Laslow had warned him not to kill the man because he believed the man was a valuable intelligence source.

Laslow scoffed and said, “Even if he tells you how, you won’t be alive in the next few minutes to comprehend any of it. I suggest you start answering our questions either way.”

“Why do you want Taleela dead?” Jamie repeated his question.

“You are not a betting man Jamie, but I am, and I can assure you that I will come out alive and well!” Fox said, succeeding in breaking loose from Jamie’s grip. In a flash, he reached for his boot, swiftly pulling out the concealed knife and stabbing Jamie with it. He always carried two guns, so he pulled out the second one strapped to his backside and shot Laslow.

Laslow looked down at where the bullet had lodged and shook his head. He began to move towards Fox as a predator would do to a prey. Agent Fox kept shooting, but no matter how many bullets he emptied on the man, the man kept coming at him. Laslow roared at him as he took the gun, punching him in his temple.

As agent Fox bent down to clutch his broken ribs, he felt Jamie’s leg administer a downward kick to him, sending him to the ground. At that point, he realized he was up against something more powerful than humans. Both Jamie and Laslow had fangs like vampires. He took a closer look and saw the facial hair and realized his mistake. They had to be werewolves.

“What the hell are you?” Agent Fox said, scared to death. He had a feeling he would be dead before he confirmed the suspicion.

They heard the wailing sounds of the sirens of two police vehicles, and both Jamie and Laslow let out a frustrated g***n as the officers got out. Agent Fox sighed in relief as he realized his luck. The rounds of gunshots had attracted and brought the police to his apparent rescue.

The b***d from both men had stained the snow-covered ground but disappeared right after the snowflakes covered the earth again. All evidence of bloodshed had been wiped out thoroughly by nature.

“Freeze, hands in the air!” said the leading cop, approaching the scene cautiously. Three others backed him up as he did. Jamie and Laslow fled, but Agent Fox had no time to escape.

“PI! PI!” the agent yelled.

“PI?” inquired the leading cop, lowering his gun slightly.

“Yes, I’m on a case, and those were the men I was investigating! I had everything under control until your arrival!” Fox explained, acting frustrated. He was confident they laughed inwardly at his statement. He had nothing under control.

A few moments later, the cops finished checking the liability insurance that covered him owning a firearm. He pleaded with them to give him a ride, and they did. They did not bother asking him what case he was working on because they knew private investigators were not typically sharers.

The night had not gone as intended; agent Fox began to organize his thoughts as he rode in the front passenger seat of the police car. The views of encountering werewolves churned within his mind. How the hell did such creatures even exist? He wondered. He had already rung Mariyanna’s line twice, and she didn’t answer the phone. He left her a long-a*s text message explaining everything that had transpired.

It would be short of a miracle if he survived Russia any further. He came to Russia, hoping to eliminate Aliyona, but all he had succeeded in doing was gain two powerful enemies. Also, he had one uncertainty; he had no idea what connection Jamie had to Alyona.

Earlier, Bianco and Jerald had both looked at one another in astonishment. The snow at first had been falling gently, but it had gradually turned into a blizzard.

“Those fools!” Jerald had said, growling.

Bianco shared his brother’s frustration. Jamie and Laslow had let a man walk away with their most valuable secret.

“Well, I guess it’s time that we split up,” Bianco said. “Go after the agent, and I’ll handle Jamie as requested by the boss.”

Jerald had realized how daunting this would be for both of them. Given that Jamie had backup, it would be hard to isolate and bring him in, but if anyone could get it done, Bianco was the go-to man. As for Jerald himself, he had wondered how long it would take for the agent to be alone. He was following the cop’s cars discreetly while Bianco was on foot tracking Callisto’s two bitches of a werewolf.

Alonso had no idea what tonight’s mission looked like for his men. He was drowning in the pleasure of Taleela’s warmth as the snow violently plummeted the earth. She was asleep now, and he gently removed her hand from his side and slipped out of bed unheard.

The casino was as busy as earlier. Following Mazza’s scent, he located him in the martini room. Only a few inhabited the Vip’s only space. Mazza lifted his glass of wine to Alonso, and he took it, sitting down.

“We had s*x, granddad,” said Alonso grinning from ear to ear.

“Ha! The magic of snowfall,” Mazza responded, smiling, and Alonso just offered a nod. “Any news?”

“Still nothing,” replied Alonso, sipping reverently from the glass like it was the holy grail.

“Are you worried?”

“Only a little,” Alonso replied almost instantaneously. Mazza took this as an indication that his grandson was overly worried for Taleela.

“She would be fine; she’s got you!” Mazza encouraged.

Alonso doubted, given the fact that it was Jamie who had saved her tonight, and she still had no idea just how much she had been through tonight. All hell would break loose, and he would throw caution to the wind if anything happened to Taleela. He would snap out of control and tear down anyone who harmed a hair on her fragile head.

“You are seething,” Mazza cautioned. Alonso realized his claws were out, and he retracted them.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized. It took him a great deal of control not to search for the assassin. He didn’t like working with impulse.

“Have some faith,” Mazza said, emptying the bottle of wine into another glass. “I’m sure we’d receive words soon.”

Talking about receiving words, Mariyanna woke up and checked the time on her phone but saw two missed calls and one received message. She read and reread until she was sure she wasn’t dreaming. It was a code red alert. The mission had failed, and the last part of the message hit her and shook her to the bone marrow.

Immediately after comprehending the text, she placed a call to provide Agent Fox with backups. She texted him back to abort the mission and hide until help arrived.

“Alyona keeps eluding me every time I try to end her,” Mariyanna thought with a feeling of devastation nicking at her.

She put on her robe and went to take a view of the city. Alonso was hers; the world was hers, she reminded herself. Women were the ones meant to rule this world, and not men. For it was through women that men came into the world. That was her belief. Her sister was lucky again, and to be sincere, she harbored a silent fear of Alyona remembering her causing her drowning.

Also, she worried that someone might see and recognize Alyona the longer she stayed in Russia. The person might be a member of the Makarov family or an associate of the family.

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