Chapter 3: Hit or Miss
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Inaya's POV:
It's okay. Everything is okay Inaya. I am alive. I can avenge dad. I am shaking. I am scared. This guy is holding me at gunpoint. There are five more guys in the room. Two of them-- the red-haired guy and the tall muscular guy, they are from earlier. They came to kill me. I can't stop shaking. Breathe. Breathe. I am here for a purpose.
I will avenge my Dad.
"So anyone can break into our farmhouse now." The guy sitting on the chair slammed his hands on his table.
"Anyone can break in and anyone can barge in here in the middle of a meeting." He stood up. He looked angry. And scary.
Dark hair, darker eyes, deep voice, stable even though he was very angry. Gray shirt, navy blue tie, and a black suit. A tattoo peaking through his shirt's collar on the right side of his neck. He is the Mafia Boss-Johan Hunt.
"Look closer, Bossman. She is the girl of your dreams because I found her. Otherwise, she would have been the girl of your nightmares." Maj, the guy who brought me here said, almost in a singing tone.
"She is Inaya Avens. Daughter of the late chief of police, Mr. Henry Avens." said the guy standing by the huge window.
"Hair is covered in the same hay that was in your truck. She hid in the truck when no one was looking and didn't get the time to get off since you left the scene so fast." He continued. "She was trying to slip away while Maj caught her during his punishment to feed the horses."
"Okay, Sherlock. Nice deduction. Except you're not Sherlock and your deduction is wrong."
Maj smirked. "The young lady didn't try to slip away. She asked me if I knew where to find Johan Hunt."
Everyone in the room looked at me, confused. "She says she has a request for you." Maj sat on the couch near the ceiling touching window, crossing his legs and laying is head back.
"Lock the door, Ivan." Johan Hunt said, not moving his gaze off me. The man nodded and locked the doors.
"Take her bag." The same man took my bag and opened it. Johan hunt pointed at his table. The guy emptied my bag on his table, my keys, ID, photos, everything fell on the table. Johan hunt nodded and the guy stepped back.
Johan Hunt now leaned into his chair and crossed his arms.
"So you asked for Johan Hunt. Do you know who he is?"
"Yes. You." I nodded slightly.
"But that's not my name. I am a lawyer and--"
"And you sell agricultural equipment here. You inherited this farmhouse from your distant uncle who died of a heart attack and has no blood relatives. Maj is your cousin who helps keep the business running here while you tend your business in the city."
"Your den at 5th Avenue. Same story, building inherited from a distant relative who had no blood relations except you. "
He chuckled. "That's it?"
I continued. " No. you have four more bases in the city, headed by each person in this room. This is your home for an upcoming couple of years." He looked a little amused now.
"Please continue."
"Johan Hunt. Nineteen years old. Raised on the streets since five years old, started petty crimes like pickpocketing at age six, breaking into cars at age seven, got into a homeless thief clan at age ten, headed the clan at age twelve, other clans threatened you so you had to flee, but you came back, saved your friend from being murdered. Made your own clan starting with five members at age thirteen, became the biggest mafia clan at age fifteen by killing then existing biggest mafia clan's head, Arlo."
I pointed at the guy leaning against the window, wearing black trousers, a white shirt, sleeves folded up to elbows, exposing his arms covered in tattoos, now paying close attention to me. "He is the friend whose life you saved. Your most trusted man, the brains of The Scorpio Clan- Taivas Hulls."
He clocked his g*n and pointed at me."Enough."
"Calm down, Vas." Johan Hunt raised his hand slightly. Taivas Hulls sat beside Maj on the couch. Everyone else looked taken aback.
"I see you got your hands on some information because your father was chasing me for two years." Johan Hunt looked unfazed. "That means you know I sent people to kill you. Why come here then?"
"You kill people. I have a request too." I said, hesitating.
"And who would that be?"
"The people who really killed my father." Words barely parted my mouth. My eyes started to water. I kept staring at the floor.
"You do realize that this is not your daddy's police station. I don't kill bad guys. And I don't kill for free."
I wiped my tears with my cardigan's sleeves and reached out to the table. I took a ring from an old box. "This...is some rare ruby. This is my mom's ring--"
"This won't do." Johan Hunt looked me in the eyes.
"You can kill me then."
"I can kill you now."
"You want to kill me because they told you I was going to testify against you in court that you killed dad but--"
"You are already dead. For people. The flight you were supposed to take the day your father was killed, crashed. And you died in it."
"I will not testify against you--"
"Because you can't. You will be dead in a few minutes."
"Your agent in the police is not working for you. He works for Minister Wan. Minister Wan wanted to frame you for his share of crimes. You were always in his way of business and so was my dad. They are now framing your clan for the murder of my father and all of his crimes. My father has been tailing you for a long time so he has a lot of evidence, added with their tampered evidence, it's more than enough to send you to jail and also get a ' kill when seen' warrant. All they need is for you to kill me, your enemy's daughter, and the only witness to that murder."
I said it all in one breath. I am not scared anymore. I am angry. I want justice.
"And how... will you prove that?" He stood up from his chair and walked towards me.
"Proof... I don't--"
"If you REALLY know everything about me, then you know lying to me is a very bad idea."
Now he was standing up close. staring me in the eyes. Why am I shaking again?
"I--I'm not lying... really."
"You said a lot of things Inaya. Prove one of them."
What can I prove? What can I do?
"Before I change my mind."
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