I’m Someone Else

Chapter 80

Quincy had a grim look on his face as he said those words. A lot of the big families in Irieson knew about this fact. Even if he didn’t tell Thomas, the latter could still find someone else to answer him.

“Interesting.” Thomas flicked his cigarette and left the office. “I’ll die a horrible death, eh? Then, let’s see if that’ll happen.” Olivia’s my friend, and I won’t let anything happen to her. Zachary had died, and Thomas swore he would never let anything like that happen to his friends.

He came to Adam’s ward. Adam had just taken his medication and fell asleep while Chloe stayed by his side, taking care of him. When Thomas appeared, Chloe got to her feet and took him out of the ward. “Thomas, what brings you here?”

Thomas smiled. “Just want to see how your father’s doing. Fine?”

“Yeah, almost. The doctor said he could be discharged in two days. All he has to do after that is rest at home.”

“Good. I’ll pick him up by then.” His phone rang right then, and he took it out of his pocket. William?

“Hey, Thomas. Whatcha doing?” William was having tea with Samuel.

“Nothing. What is it?”

“Come over, then. It’s been a while, and I wanna see you. I have some good wine, too. Let’s share.”

“Sure, coming right now.” Thomas checked the time. It was early. Only 1.00PM. Since he didn’t plan to return to his home, he might as well go to William’s. He had business to attend to later that night, which involved a certain person’s head. He said goodbye to Chloe and left the hospital.

Chloe saw him off, and tears glistened in her eyes. Seeing him reminded her of her brother. Her father was healing up well, but she had not much time left. I wonder if I can still see my brother one last time.

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Samuel and William sat across from each other, and Samuel looked at William solemnly. “Are you certain that is not a joke? Did that man truly kill three of the Minacia Oito?” The whole city was talking about that. Three of the Minacia Oito were dead, but no one knew who did it.

Tigre Shawn, leader of the Minacia Oito, had promised a hefty sum of reward for those who could provide him with the clues of the killer, and that kind of reward would most certainly attract some reckless people. After all, three of the Minacia Oito—who had the power to send the people trembling in fear just from hearing their names—had died. Their network was vast and complex, and not even the Peralta Family would challenge them. No, not because of fear, but because they’d rather not deal with too many complications.

“I mean, think about it. Who else but him would kill the Minacia Oito? Thomas is different. Minacia Oito tortured and killed his friend just because they wanted his bar, and Thomas is not one to take it lying down. He only told Sean and me to stay out of this so we wouldn’t be dragged into this mess. I am certain he was the one who did this. He told me no one who hurt his friends would live.”

There was worship in William’s eyes. He could still remember the look on Thomas’ face when he said that back then. He looked like a king decreeing the punishment of the wicked, and William almost knelt before him.

Samuel heaved a long sigh. If even William says that, then Thomas must be the killer. How powerful is he, anyway? He took out three of the eight without anyone knowing. Not even we can do it that cleanly, even if we worked with the Mortons. “That friend of yours is… something,” praised Samuel.

“Of course. He’s my friend,” said William smugly. It felt like he was the one who did the deed for a moment. Even though they were not blood-related, William saw Thomas as his brother. Sometimes,

William felt he was closer to Thomas than his own brother. He didn’t care what his grandfather had to say; Thomas would always be someone he and Sean looked up to.

Smiling, Samuel looked at the time. “It’s late. Why isn’t he here yet? He should’ve been here by now.” The Peralta Residence was in the city, and it wasn’t even in a remote area. An hour had gone by since William made the call, but Thomas still hadn’t shown up.

Odd. Thomas is a punctual man. Did he run into something? He called Thomas. “Where you at, Thomas?”

“I can’t make it, sorry. Ran into something. Let’s meet up some other time.” With that, Thomas hung up.

William wanted to ask him what he had run into, but he couldn’t make it. A small smile tugged his lips, and he explained things to Samuel. He was sure Thomas was the one who killed the three, and there was only one reason Thomas didn’t tell him; he didn’t want to drag the Peralta Family into this. It’s for our own good.

On the other hand, Thomas couldn’t make it because he was stopped on his way. Ever since he started driving, he knew someone was tailing him, and he wondered who it was. Ultimately, he drove to a remote corner to find out who his enemy was.

Eight Cherokees stood in front of his car, their headlamps shining brightly. A man in the leading car made a call. “Sir.”

“Turn on the camera. I want to see him die,” a voice said coldly. Even at this distance, the lackeys could still feel the anger behind the voice.

“Yes, sir.” The man turned on the camera and got out of his car, pointing the camera at Thomas.

Everyone else got out as well, and they were armed with machetes. All of them glared at Thomas, and judging from the size of these people, they were professional fighters.

Yet, Thomas was unfazed. He exited the car and leaned on his car door with his arms crossed, still smoking. He looked at those burly men. Who sent them? The Hind Family? Probably not. Not even their killers managed to kill me. There’s no way they would send out regular people. Unless they’re dumb, that is.This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.