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Valencia’s POV
Since birth until now, I had never received a text from father, not to talk of his assistant.
If my father wanted to reach me, all he did was call and then we would have a conversation but asking his assistant to reach out to me on his behalf was something I couldn't wrap my head about easily.
Shoving those thoughts behind, I hurriedly made my way to the family house. The lines of expensive cars on arrival made me halt for a second.
A business meeting? — I thought but I shoved it aside.
In contrast to the scene I had been greeted with on arrival, inside the building was eerily quiet.
Suspicious, I looked around all the rooms my father frequented but he was nowhere to be found and then, I scooted for his study.
“Papa?” I whispered, pushing the door open only to lock eyes with the man from last night.
The air shifted the moment our gaze met.
“What… what are you doing here—” I gulped, staring intently at him and just the same way my eyes had gone done his v line earlier, I allowed it roam downwards.
“Papa." I yelled, my eyes widened, staring at the one man I had run all the way from the middle of the city to meet with.
He was sprawled at the feet of the handsome man, dead.
“You killed him,” I said, my voice low as I registered the shock that came with this discovery.
“No.” He rose, slow and menacing, like a lion rising from the carcass of its prey. “I found him like this.” He added, his tone calm.
“Liar!” I yelled, charging towards him in rage.
“Murderer.” I yelled, sending my palm across his cheek, the aftermath echoing in the hallway.
He had his head tilted to the side so I couldn't make out his facial expression from the sudden hit from me.
"Can you at least listen to what I have to say?” He still sounded calm which made me lose my sanity.
How could he kill my father and be acting all cool like he did nothing.
“I got a call about half an hour ago. He asked me to protect you and the lines disconnected. I suspected something fishy so I made an enroute here only to see him dead.” Hs stressed his words, his eyes darkened.
“You think I would kill the man who saved me from hell, huh?”
“You’re covered in his blood!” I shrieked. I was no fool to fall for his little antics. I wouldn't let him deceive me, no way.
“You think I need to kill with my hands, princess?” He sneered. “You have no idea who you’re talking to.”
My face twisted with rage and grief as he slowly closed the distance between us.
“Stay away from me.” I yelled, stepping backwards but instead, he kept coming close, looking dangerous but calm.
Raising my hand above my head, I wanted to whack him across his face again but he grabbed my wrist mid air.
I tried to break away from his grip but instead, he tightened his grip, his fingers wrapping around my trembling arm. With a swift motion, I found my back against the wall.
The marble was cold against my back, but the look in his eyes was more cold.
"Don’t," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't make me hurt you."
My heart slammed against my ribs as a million of emotions hit me all at once.
"Let me go!" I struggled, but he was unyielding.
"I owe your father." He ratted out, each word as sharp as a blade. "And I don't leave debts unpaid."
What does that mean?
How could he stand there, dripping in my father’s blood, and talk about debts?
When I least expected, he released me, stepping back as if he was disgusted by my existence.
Sliding through the wall to the ground, I kept staring at him as I gasped for breath.
“Keep your eyes on her, I will get his body out of here." He said to his company and with just three strides, he was out of father's study.
Pulling myself to my feet, I tried to go after him but I was stopped by the man he had asked to look after me.
With a warning tone, he said, “You wouldn't want to get Isagi all riled up than he is right now."
Isagi?
The name rang a bell in my ear.
I had seen it in the papers a few times and many times father talked about him like he was a son born out of wedlock.
Father had taught me the act of staying calm even in the face of troubles but right now I was losing my head.
It wasn't about his death, but the man I had met kneeling beside his corpse.
“Can I go to my room?” I asked and immediately, the man clenched his jaw but he said no words to me.
"I'm his captive now, I know that, I wouldn't try anything stupid.” I muttered.
A curt nod from him was all I needed to hurry out of father's study to my bedroom.
Hunched over my laptop, my fingers were trembling as I typed out his name; Isagi.
There were a lot of options on the screen but I painstakingly went through all of them until I got to one.
Isagi Alastor.
My heart stopped when the search results flooded in.
CEO of Crescent Enterprises, billionaire, powerbroker.
Underneath the glossy headlines, there lay the dreaded word; Bellucci Brotherhood.
“What?" I gasped, my heart thumping erratically against my chest as I stared at my screen.
The Bellucci Brotherhood was an underground syndicate woven into the very bones of the city. They ran the City politics, business, and major crimes.
Isagi wasn’t just a man, he was a god in a bloodstained suit.
Yet to recover from the shock, a knock made me shoot my head upwards but before I could answer, it creaked open.
"You need to come with me," Isagi's company said, not unkindly, but firmly.
"I’m not going anywhere with you." I gulped, backing away.
From behind him, Isagi appeared, his figure filling the doorway as his gaze swept over me.
"You’re coming with us." He said, cranking his neck to see what was on the screen of my laptop.
He saw it but didn't act like he did, instead, he turned his back on me.
"Why should I trust you?" I snapped. "You killed my father."
In a split second, he was standing right next to me and my chin was in his large palms as he stared right into my eyes.
"I didn't kill him," he said quietly. “Like I said, I received a call and by the time I arrived, he was dead.”
"Why should I believe you?” I yelled, my chest rising and falling quickly. "You claim you didn't kill him but you were kneeling right next to him.” I yelled, my eyes bulging out in anger.
"You had a score to settle with him and the only way to do that is to kill him. You think I don't know.”
“You don't know anything." He replied, walking out of the room.
In anger, I ran after him but before I could hit him, he grabbed both of my wrists, pinning my hand right above my head.
“Don
't provoke me." He said, his tone cold and icy. "If you can prove I'm behind your father’s death, I will take my life but if you don't…”
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