Filed to story: Maleah The Angel Of Death Novel
“What will you do with your assignment now?” Elyse asks.
“I will carry it out in due time. Alpha Bradley will be looking over his shoulder for a long time, and I will patiently wait until he relaxes again. When that day arrives, I will start planning on taking him out. I can be very patient if I have to, and for some assignments I have waited for years to take down my target. My clients are aware of the fact that I determine when the target dies, and I have never failed them,” I answer her.
“Maleah, do you expect a visitor?” Dillon asks, and as I shake my head, I see a movement behind Mack.
“Oh, fuck. Harvey, what the fuck are you doing here?” I say as I get up, but it isn’t easy with Mack still holding on to me, and after I open the window, Harvey jumps in.
“Sorry to crash your party. I thought it be best to deliver this message myself,” Harvey says as he looks around the room, and his eyes widen when he sees Mack’s hands on my hips.
“Congratulations, Lady Boss,” he says. “Someone put a price on your head,” he says without any warning, and Mack pulls me behind him while Harvey raises his hands in the air.
“I am not after her; I will die protecting her. Word on the street is that Alpha Bradley put a price on the head of the Angel of Death, preferably dead,” he says, and I turn around to wrap Mack in my arms; we need each other to calm down.
When Harvey tells us the amount that is put on my head, I know many Wolves and Lycans will try to find out who the Angel of Death is.
“Harvey, make sure everyone understands I want them to be extra careful. Someone might set up a bogus assignment to get to the Angel of Death, and I don’t want any of you to pay the ultimate price for the job you do; no one goes out on his or her own until this threat is over,” I say as I look at Harvey.
“Consider it done, Lady Boss. I will ask Pauline to team us up; we will inform her on where we are going and arrange a check-in time. If an assignment feels off, we will triple check everything before we act,” Harvey says before he walks out of the office, and in seconds he is gone.
“Should I tell the Warriors to leave him alone?” Dillon asks, and I tell him that Harvey will be out of the territory before he can tell the Warriors through the mind-link to leave him alone.
“Do you really think Alpha Bradley put a price on our head?” Fortune asks, and I start laughing out loud.
“Sorry, Harvey is an idiot,” I say before I calm myself down enough to explain my remark. “If Alpha Bradley asked for my head, what would be the most logical thing for me to do?” I ask no one in particular, and one after the other starts shaking their head.
“You would go after him,” Elyse says, and I tell her she is correct; I would go after him for more than one reason.
“I doubt he put that price on my head, because it would mean I would go after him, and not just for the crimes he committed. He isn’t a good businessman, but he isn’t stupid. I think someone spread the rumor he ordered the hit, and I have an idea who that might be; someone that knows I am coming for him as well. This might be an attempt to get me off his back, or he really hopes someone can find out my identity and kill me, solving his problem,” I explain.
I know there are multiple Wolves and Lycans out there that fear I might come for them; some of them might be smart enough to spread this rumor and will hope that someone will be able to catch me.
There are also enough Wolves and Lycans out there that know with certainty that I will be coming for them, but none of them knows when I will decide their time is up. This price on my head will not stop me from carrying out my assignments; I will give my clients justice.
Maleah’s p.o.v.
Five years ago, the Council of Elders gave their Scouts instructions to find out the identity of the Angel of Death. They didn’t come anywhere close to finding out who the Angel of Death is, and it didn’t stop me from doing my job.
I always make sure I stay out of sight, and with my abilities, that is not very difficult to do. My public job is also a very good way to hide in plain sight, and I have had a lot of fun with the Scouts the Council of Elders sent after me.
They would revisit any place I had taken out a target and talked with everyone that was written down by the Enforcement agents, hoping to add a new name to their list.
Each time they would call me to make an appointment, but with my busy schedule that was nearly impossible, and I believe I only spoke to them on three occasions. None of them thought it was strange I appeared on every list they had, and no one ever connected the dots.
Instead of letting one team investigate these cases, the Council of Elders handed them to a few different teams, and they didn’t share any information with one another.
They were so focused on getting their own success that they never bothered looking at the big picture; they never thought about cross-referencing the lists of witnesses and therefore they never saw the pattern in the names.
No one will be able to find the connection now, because when Harvey had the chance, he made a few lists disappear, and in some cases only a part of the list. He burned every piece of paper he took and made sure he watched all of it burn to ashes; he didn’t want a piece of paper to blow away or something else to happen to the burning papers.
“If the Council of Elders failed at finding out my true identity, what makes anyone else think they can find out?” I ask no one in particular, and Mack pulls me even closer to his body; he really doesn’t like it when I bring up something that can get me into trouble. Fortune is enjoying all this cuddling, and to tell you the truth, so am I; it makes me relax more than I usually am able to do. With my job, it is difficult to find a way to relax, but I think I have found it with Mack.
The entire day is spent talking about my abilities, my job as an Assassin, and about the Spring Ball. Something Mack doesn’t have to attend anymore, and with my busy schedule for the weekend of the Spring Ball, Mack decides he wants to come with me; he wants to see what I do on a normal day, as he calls it. I wonder if he will ever accompany me again after following me around for three days and seeing some of the Drama Queens I have to deal with.
“Okay, let’s have dinner in the main dining room. I think it is best if everyone sees that Mack has found his Mate, and maybe some of the busybodies in our Pack can inform your Mother about your appearance in the main dining room. I mean, I doubt anyone has ever seen you in the main dining room in ages, and when she hears you are chummy with the Alphas…” Dillon doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Dax smacks him on the back of his head.
“That is the worst idea you have ever had, Dillon. Those busybodies will tell Tara that she found her Mate, and that might complicate things a lot more,” Dax says. “Maleah will sit next to me at the dinner table with Mack on her other side, and we will discuss the Spring Ball during dinner, speculate on who might find their Mate.”
Mack is nodding his head, and I think Dax is right about someone informing my Mother about me finding my Mate.
It won’t change the fact that I did find my Mate, but it will make it more memorable if I show up at Diablo’s funeral with a mark on my neck. We are about to leave the Alpha floor when there is a knock on the door, and I see an Omega hand Dillon an envelope; you can all guess what is inside the envelope. It is the invitation for Diablo’s funeral, and under normal circumstances, our leadership wouldn’t attend this funeral, but these are not normal circumstances.
