The merman, my man

Chapter 198

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The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 198

Soon, our contact led us to a stop in the middle of a winding canal, where a chained steel gate

appeared before us.

Elegant tunes could vaguely be heard from within, building lingering echoes within our ears. Glimpses

of people could also be seen from the ever-changing lights shining out from within, and I couldn‟t help

recalling various scenes of medieval nobles indulging themselves.

However, I know very well what sort of place this was—drugs were ever present, and there were also

filthy human traffickers. Though I was now reduced to a wanted criminal, I still refused to mingle with

them, and the reason I did not hesitate to refuse David when he asked me to get further involved in his

illicit businesses.

Meanwhile, the contact had flashed some sort of identification, and the gates slowly started to open.

Another gondola rowed out just then, with David and several other crew members leaving on it.

As for Mike and I, we would be staying outside to keep watch for any rival of the Mora family showing

up and sabotaging our deal.

However, while they were switching gondolas, I saw a bald man on the other side studying me

wantonly, his gaze extremely hostile as if he was looking at merchandise.

I was immediately on edge, but I soon realized that he was shooting the same look at Mike as well.

That was when David gave the man a thumb-up, gesturing that we were their door guards, and the

man finally turned away and nodded.

I also eased up as well, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Ever since I found out that I was an international wanted criminal, I had been wary towards everything

that happened around me. Likewise, I was even more prudent when it came to interpersonal

relationships after everything that had happened with Gary, in fear that I would once again meet

people like Gary and Laura.

Therefore, I did not fully trust David and his crew, even if they were wanted individuals like myself. I

had even made preparations so that I would have a new identity and a fresh start should anything

happen, so that I could disappear in an instant.

That being said, I was used to having the Seeker as my home in the year since we banded together.

For a wanted criminal like myself, a home was a luxury. However, now that I was on the run, I had to

keep running —I would be arrested and thrown in prison otherwise.

A stable home was merely an impractical fantasy.

Perhaps one day, I could be cleared of the false charges, and the bounty on my head would be

annulled… I honestly wish that a day like that would come.

I looked up at the night sky. It seemed that this was going to be a long night.

I sat at the steps nearby. Mike brought me a bottle of beer, which I took a sip from before leaving it in a

corner, and took an English dictionary out of my coat pocket, memorizing various words with the street

lights and the moon‟s radiance.

Mike laughed as he watched me, before he clapped me on the shoulder and sat beside me.

I was aware of how laughable I was, too —here I was, in the middle of a long night in Venice‟s canals,

just sitting around and memorizing English words, entertainment far from my mind. It was not

surprising that the others thought that I was boring.

Still, remembering that I was supposed to be a vagabond, I had to clear away my accent and speak

English proficiently in order to better disguise myself.

“Hey, could you quit it, Linda? Don‟t you know why you have no boyfriend? Because you are a boor! “

Mike exclaimed even as he snatched away the English dictionary I was holding, and aimed it at the

water.

I promptly caught his wrist and snapped, “Why do you care? I don‟t want a boyfriend anyway! “

Mike waved his arm to elude my grip, and brandished the dictionary in my face teasingly. The

courtesans nearby who had been trying to get customers all stopped to watch us and giggled.

Eventually, I gave up on trying to memorize words and instead sat on the steps, drinking beer and

chatting with him.