Chapter 1: Alex's POV
Alex entered the Chelsea house. He had arrived one week ago from Cairo, Egypt, another mission accomplished, another person dead. Jack was dead. Jack, the one who had taken care of Alex for as long as he can remember, was dead. Jack Starbright was dead, and he couldn't do anything about it.
If anybody had asked how he felt, he would say nothing, and it would be the truth. He felt empty, gone, somewhere else and someone else. He wanted to fell angry and sad, but he couldn't. He didn't feel anything.
Alex wondered around the house, taking a look before he would leave the next day. Tomorrow, he would leave for America and live a normal life from there on outward. This house was the only link to his past and family, which was something he wanted to escape.
As Alex peered into the used-to-be office of his Uncle Ian's he noticed something was out of place. He couldn't tell what, and it was still as empty as before. Maybe he had imagined something?
Alex ignored the feeling of suspicion and made his way to the couch. He was too tired to go up to his room and change out of his day clothes, and he was used to sleeping on a couch. As soon as he closed his eyes, his mind drifted to another place.
Alex woke up with a start. At first he didn't know why or what had caused him to awake. Then he heard it: a slight creak of the floor boards and in the reflection of a mirror, three shadows of muscular men tip-toeing towards him.