Lara's Revenge

Bris Mines Construction company

Avery Avenue

Block 16

Italy, Rome

9:00 am

The weather seems neutral.A man in his late fifties stood with his back against the door smoking from his pipe while enjoying the view. He seems to be lost in thoughts. The abrupt opening of the door brought him back

"I clearly told you, I don't want to be disturbed" came his crisp voice

"I'm sorry sir, but we have a situation"

He turned to look at the head of his bodyguards Tom catching sight of his slightly tensed shoulders

"What's the problem that made you so tense?"

"She did it again.." the man replied with his head slightly bowed.

Bris's body shook a bit due to shock,he had to hold the window frame for support.. his heart pounding hard against his ribcage his head silently echoing ' how?' continuously

" Sir..!!" Tom helped him back to the swivel chair. He stood by waiting to see if he'd fall

" I'm fine Tom, have someone retrieve the body" Bris grunted out gripping the table tight making his knuckles turn white

"I'm sorry.. but she left with the body, forgive me for my incompetency" Tom bowed lowly

"Arrrgg...!!" Bris screamed out in anger turning the desk over..not minding the documents..his nose flared up turning red at this rate Tom feared his boss might actually have a heart attack

"Tom,find her.. turn the whole of Los Angeles upside down and bring her to me dead or alive... How dare she?!" He barked orders barely controlling himself. His aura tinted with frustration and anger

"Yes sir.." Tom bowed before walking out.. breathing out in relief.. No doubt Lara has been doing a great job keeping them on the edge

Earlier today James had sent an emergency text to them but as usual she's faster than them. The ambulance that was driven in after the incident was also her doing, just how much influence does she have?

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White Avenue

Building 56

Room 8

8:35pm

The apartment was painted in beige color. The interior was kind of posh, not too shiny and not too poor. The walls were adorned with framed photographs of a Young Man and woman looking at each other, love evident in their eyes.

It's a two bedroom with a basement and a wooden stairs leading upstairs..in other words it gives off a homely vibe. The door creaks open revealing the Young Man in the photograph of 28..quite tall with his long blonde hair parked in a ponytail in a feline way. His pale skin complemented his honey brown eyes.

He dropped his suitcase on the couch, grabbed a bottle of water on the dining table and uncapped it.., the water rushed down his throat while his Adam apple bobs up and down in a sensual manner.

Loosening his tie,he picked up the briefcase and headed upstairs. On arrival he got rid of his clothes and walked straight to the bathroom letting the water run down his tanned body. He hummed a familiar tune.

After a while of scrubbing he rinsed off the soap, tying the towel firmly round his waist when suddenly he heard the sound of glasses shattered making his ears perked up.. cautiously opening the door he noticed it was the window., He walked towards it to catch a glimpse of whosoever that has broke his window

When he tripped over something..his eyes widened in horror as he saw a battered body.

"Jesús..!" He exclaimed in fright, backing against the wall he used his leg to push the body slightly, turning it over in the process. He gasps in shock, it was a girl. He crawled towards her placing his fingers on her neck to feel her pulse, she's alive but faintly

He grabbed a short from the wardrobe and hurriedly pulled it over his waist. Carried her downstairs into the basement placing her on a surgical table and examined her. Her body was ridden with bullets not to talk about the brutal injuries that highlighted the fact that she had been beaten to a pulp. He looked at her in awe.. it's a miracle that she's still alive

He wore elastic gloves reaching for a pair of forceps he immediately set to work. Retrieving bullets from a human body is no small deal but been an expert in the field in no time he was done pulling out all the bullets from her body luckily none touched a vital part of her body

***Few minutes later

Stretching himself while disposing of the bloodied hand gloves and bandages he glanced at the now cleaned lady laying on the bed with a blood bag connected to her hand and a tube of oxygen to her nose

Wondering how on Earth did she got battered to the point of death

Sighing deeply he muttered " Sono ìn in bél pastíccìô " in Italy ( I'm in a big mess).

He's really in a big mess.. Meet MILO HUNTER, a twenty- eight years old surgeon...

Wondering who she might be??