Adam: The Beekeeper Chronicles, Chapter Twenty-Three

His own eyes closed, Adam saw through the eyes of a bee.

The bee sat on Jason Dante’s shoulder as the assassin picked up a rock from the street. They were outside a closed strip club.

Dante threw the rock. The bee took flight. Dante and the bee were through the broken window in seconds.

Six surprised mobsters stumbled out of the back room to find Dante standing there. They cursed with confusion.

Dante was unarmed, not even wear his “fancy killing” suit. In jeans and a green sweater, he looked totally unassuming.

“Hey pricks,” he said. “Gimme your money.”

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