The alley smelled of old rain, oil, and the faint rot of yesterday’s garbage. Narrow, damp walls loomed on either side as Damien and Amara stepped deeper into the hidden street. Amara insisted on coming with him even though he didn't want to.
Somewhere beyond the shadows was the woman they had been chasing for weeks—Mother Vee, the phantom of whispered networks, the name carried on every terrified lip when it came to missing girls. One of the most wanted people not just in New york but both America and Europe.
"Carry this, just incase." Damien said and hand her a gun.
"But Damien.."
"You wanted to come, so might at least have something to protect yourself incase I get wounded." He said then gave her a quick lesson on how to use it. "Press this to reload, and this is the trigger, ju
