Never Tired of Mr. Leon's Love

"Why would anyone want to hurt Cillian? He's just a regular college kid," Leroy wondered aloud, barely holding back his urge to scoff.

He had never even heard of something called the Spade Organization. Were there still actual assassin groups out there in this day and age?

The man on the other end of the line, Leroy's dad, seemed to read his mind with ease.

"Assassin organizations are still a thing, you know. They're like mercenaries you hear about in other countries. I didn't buy into the idea of assassin organizations at first either."

"You believe in them now?"

Leroy could not hide his skepticism. It reminded him of how some people said they did not believe in spirits or gods, yet they were the first to pray when exam day rolled around.

"Don't you dare interrupt me, young man," Barock snapped, anger flashing in his eyes. "You'd better listen and take this seriously. I'm not kidding around."

Barock's voice turned stern. "The Spade Organization is a big deal. They're an assassin organization from overseas with a reach all over the world. If they're after someone, that person must be pretty important.

"You said your cousin's just a normal student, so think hard. Is there someone close to him who might be in danger? Warn them to be ready."

He made it clear that they were lucky this time, but they might not be so fortunate in the future.

Leroy's usual playful attitude faded. He looked at his dad and nodded solemnly. "I got it. I'll talk to my cousin as soon as he wakes up."

He ended the call and started to think hard.

His dad's words were always right, which meant someone really did send a hitman. However, maybe they were not after his cousin. Leroy remembered the woman who was with his cousin. Was it her they were after?

He would have to wait until his cousin woke up to ask.

Just then, a nurse walked up to Leroy and said, "The two patients who were rushed in for emergency care have woken up."

Leroy was surprised. "That was fast!"

Without another word, he rushed to their ward, opened the door, and saw Cillian sitting up in bed. He was staring out the window while Lucy was sleeping peacefully next to him.

Now Leroy got it. Of the two who needed emergency care, only Cilian had woken up. Lucy was still out from the anesthesia.

Leroy approached Cillian. "You're awake?"

Cillian turned to him, gave a little grunt, and rubbed his head. "What happened? I was driving just fine, then everything went black. After that, I passed out."

Leroy looked at Cillian with sympathy. "You got hit by a huge truck."

Cillian was shocked. "Talk about bad luck."

"It's more than bad luck."

Leroy whispered to Cillian, "My dad found out this wasn't just a regular accident. Someone hired assassins to take you out, and the truck driver worked for them. So, have you ticked off anyone lately?"

Cillian's eyes widened in shock. His family was full of good, law-abiding folks. They were either in politics or worked as doctors. One thing he knew for sure was that his own secrets were safe. There was no way anyone would sneak over to take him out.