The merman, my man novel 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.

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.