It Was Them

Lucille flicked her eyes at the masked assassins lying on the ground, her voice carrying no sympathy: "Return to your respective masters and tell them: failing to kill me once—twice, even—and the ones who will die next will be them." "is that clear?" A faint smile lurked at the corner of her mouth. Her presence was powerful and invincible, impossible to ignore. The group of masked assassins hurriedly nodded. "Loud and clear, loud and clear..." Being asked to deliver this message meant that their lives would be spared. The assassins that had narrowly escaped death had been given a second lease on life. Hugo and the others all got in the car; James, taking the wheels, drove the business car with two broken windows back onto the main road. On the way, Jolene asked, "Boss, where are we going?" Caressing the small porcelain bottle in her arms, Lucille softly said, "Home." To her own home. Forty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a grand and luxurious building. Jolene looked up, daze