The merman, my man

Chapter 199

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 199

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 199

“Linda, you‟re not saving yourself for the merman you dreamed about, are you? You should know that

there‟s a few in the crew who are interested in you,“ Mike joked, the scent of alcohol strong in his

mouth as he chugged his beer. Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

After the doctor who cared for me insisted that I was delusional and had been constantly daydreaming,

the crew believed the doctor‟s diagnosis wholeheartedly.

“Yes, he‟s the only one for me and I can‟t live without him. Even now, I don‟t think about anything

else—all I want is enough money to buy myself a boat, and travel across the world to find him,“ I

replied, playing along while mixing fact and fiction.

I was not bothered to explain everything to the crew anyway, though they would all be wetting their

pants if said merman appeared before them.

Still, thinking about Dicken left me miserably having a few sips of beer, before picking up the pebble

beside me and throwing it into the water.

It skipped over the surface, kicking up multiple splashes even as I suddenly felt restless—an unusual

sensation was growing over my chest.

I couldn‟t tell if the feeling was good or bad, but I was on my feet without realizing it, looking around

and searching.

There was no telling when it had appeared, but there were raindrops in the air.

Soon, the rain grew until it started to hammer down around us. I was now surrounded by curtains of

rain, shrouding every light nearby like a veil.

”What‟s wrong, Linda? Did you see something?” Mike promptly reached for the gun he had hidden

behind the stone pillar beside him, while I used my superhuman ability of night vision to scour the

darkness, attempting to uncover the source of my unease. Soon, I picked up several shady figures

lurking at a corner of the canal, all of whom were dressed in black and behaving suspiciously.

Were they plainclothes cops or the mafia? I felt that it was more likely to be the latter , as Venetian

police were not interested in underground activities. Only those who knew how things went would

arrive here in time, since we did upset their natural order.

As for the difference between the two? The cops would only arrest us for interrogation, but if the mafia

were to find us, they would promptly eliminate us, and our corpses would be found floating in the river

the next day.

”Alert David right now, Mike, ” I whispered in a hushed tone. ”Our deal is compromised. Tell him to end

it right now.”

Mike promptly whipped out his walkie—talkie. ”Hey? Hey, boss. Someone has managed to track us

down and they‟re watching us right now. Whatever you‟re doing, make it fast. We need to hightail it

out of here soon.”

At the same time, the rain was growing more violent. Even so, my gaze pierce through the raindrops

as I kept track of the shady figures, keeping a wary eye on their movements when my gaze suddenly

froze.

Across the rain, I saw a dark silhouette that was holding an umbrella and standing on a bridge near the

prison. He was wearing a fully black trench coat and a mask on his face, while his long jet -black hair

was tied up and kept behind his towering, burly figure.

The silhouette… No! Impossible… Was it really him?

At that very moment, I felt as if someone had grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air.

Breathing suddenly became so difficult even as my heart pounded wildly, and I felt like I could drop

dead right there and then.

I felt that it might have been my imagination, or perhaps the dark silhouette simply resembled a certain

person. Black hair was a common trait of Easterners, but I still couldn‟t calm myself—my body,

moving faster than my mind, prompted me to sprint towards the bridge.