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Felix finally laughed, and it was a very faint sound, just like his face. His blonde hair was messy, but it only intensified the softness he radiated. He reminded me of a golden retriever, and he was definitely afraid of me.
“Probably, but I’m just well aware of my abilities.”
I nodded my head. Felix was definitely interesting and, for now, worth keeping around. Then, an idea popped into my head. It wasn’t a serious thought, but it was something to test just how capable he was.
“Then, instead of helping me kill people, how about you do a little bit of hacking for me?”
He was taken aback; it was written all over his face. The first thing this boy needed was a lesson in how to keep an expressionless face. Unless he wanted to be dead within the first seven minutes of meeting my brothers.
“Of course.”
“Get me two million dollars and put it in my bank account.”
Felix coughed loudly. Slowly, he glanced at me, looking for any trace of it being a joke. A deadly serious expression laced my face as I raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong? Can’t do it?”
His dark eyes lit up. Suddenly, he was relaxed, a grin on his face. He’d accepted the challenge way too easily.
“I’ll do it, don’t worry.”
I laughed.
It was just a test to see if he would actually do it. Truthfully, I didn’t need that money. I could splurge and buy all the shoes, clothes, and purses my heart desired and still leave enough for the next seven generations to live comfortably.
No, Dominik didn’t give me a card without a limit. But since I did have a business on the side no one knew about, I was content with the amount of money I currently had. As soon as the Bogdan ordeal was dealt with, I wouldn’t work a single day in my life.
I gave Felix the address of Rhea’s house and laid my head against the window. The night was young, but, despite it being pretty, I had a nasty gut feeling. It was as if something bad was coming. I could practically smell it in the air.
Perhaps it was my delusions and paranoia that were getting the best of me. If I’d learned anything, it was not to turn a blind eye to a gut feeling of this intensity. Shivers ran down my spine as my insides twisted and turned. It was pure torture, and there was nothing I was able to do about it.
Felix looked concerned. “Are you feeling ill?”
My eyes squeezed shut. As someone who never sweat, I hated the cold sweat that dripped down my forehead. By that point, it was no longer a feeling—it was a catastrophe waiting to happen. Perhaps I’d caught the flu and confused it with a gut feeling, but that had never happened before, and I was unsure of how to proceed.
“I’m fine,” I grumbled. “Just keep your mouth shut and drive.”
Felix opened the back windows, and the fresh air helped soothe me. My eyes were closed, though I couldn’t fall asleep. Some nagging voice inside my head told me that I needed to stay awake.
Soon enough, we arrived. The moment I stepped out of the car, I was reborn. The nauseating feeling slowly disappeared, leaving nothing but a bitter taste in my mouth as a warning. With a shake of my head, I walked inside, and Felix followed suit with two big suitcases.
“This is definitely not a place I thought you’d ever live in.”
“That’s the point,” I deadpanned.
Felix made himself comfortable, exploring the house for around twenty minutes before finally bringing his suitcases upstairs. I didn’t trust him, so I followed him to see what he was up to. Nothing exciting happened. He was just setting up his equipment—his computers, to be precise.
“I’ll make us some tea while you finish up in here.”
Felix hummed in response. Unexpectedly, after only hours of meeting me, his fear seemed to have faltered. It wasn’t good; that wall between us, the obvious power dynamic, had to be established.
Sorry, Felix, but there’s something I need to do, and you need to be asleep for it.
The options were chamomile tea and strawberry yogurt. Since the latter had a stronger color, I chose chamomile. Felix wasn’t stupid so in case he got suspicious, I put sleeping pills in the pot and his teacup. It was in mine as well, though I wasn’t going to drink it.
An hour later, he was downstairs. Whilst I prepared the tea, he was watching me like a hawk. I was glad to know that the distrust was mutual. The powder was already in the cups and pot when I took them out of the cabinet, which he saw. His eyes followed every movement of my hands, and I made sure to put the cup in front of him once the powder had dissolved.
His eyes narrowed, then he looked up.
Fear was in his eyes, and, with shaky hands, he switched our cups. It brought laughter from me, and I sat on the couch across from him.
