Chapter 19: Summoned
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Kira's POV
"Get everyone down here," I ordered the guards as I strolled into the living room with a Remington R5 in my right hand. The living room, once a chaotic mess of broken glass, blood stains, and upended furniture, had been meticulously restored to order. It was almost as if nothing had happened here.
I settled into a single sofa, my eyes fixed on the entrance as I waited for the family to gather. They would be mourning one of their own today.
"Where are the losers?!" I shouted after a few minutes of waiting. Their tardiness only fueled my anger, my fingers itching to pull the trigger.
Impatient, I aimed the gun at the ceiling and fired a warning shot. "Get the f**k out now!" I bellowed.
The family members scurried out like frightened rabbits, some descending the stairs while others hurried from the elevator. Within minutes, they were all assembled before me. The sheer number of them was staggering; Mr. Jones had truly sired a legion. There can never be peace in a house like this, many women and many children.
"I won't waste your time because I don't have time to waste either. Who's Richard?" I demanded, my gaze sweeping over the crowd.
They exchanged nervous glances, hesitating to speak.
"I don't like to repeat myself. If it happens that I do, I'll be using my darling to do it." I kissed the Remington R5, letting them know exactly what my darling was.
Still, they remained silent, prompting me to c**k the gun. "No one's talking?" I leaned forward, my patience thinning.
"He left. He left this morning," a young woman spoke up, her voice trembling. I recognized her as one of the daughters.
"Where did he go? And when will he be back?" I asked, my teeth clenched in frustration.
"He said…"
"Shut up, Jenna!" A woman spat. One of Jones' shameless concubines. She was one of the women who had thrown my bag out of the house before I got back from the cemetery the day of Jones' burial.
I shot her a withering look. "Woman, what's your problem? I asked a question and she's responding, so why are you shutting her up?"
"Who are you to question us or use a gun to threaten us? Who are you to sit there like a queen and give us orders, huh?" she retorted, her voice grating on my nerves.
"Before you came here, we've all been living in this house peacefully. But the moment Don Jones brought you home, everything fell to pieces. You killed him and now you sit here acting like the boss, which you clearly are not…"
She was cut off by the sound of my gun firing again.
"Don't mind me," I chuckled softly. "I didn't know when my finger got there. You know, sometimes they move on their own accord." I grinned, enjoying her discomfort.
She gulped, her defiance faltering. I turned back to the trembling young woman. "Do not mind her, Jenna love, go on. Tell me where Richard went this morning and when is he planning to come back?"
"He… he told me he has a… business… business trip," she stammered.
"Business trip, huh? Do you know when he will be back?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.
"He didn't say," she replied, casting a fearful glance at the concubine who had spoken earlier.
"Tell your brother, call him, tell him to make sure he isn't just out of the country but out of the planet because if I see him, I'll kill him. I'll make his death slow and painful. Do you understand me?"
She nodded, tears streaming down her face. She murmured something under her breath, but my werewolf hearing picked it up clearly: "He isn't my brother but my boyfriend."
I nearly laughed at the revelation. So that's how they operated here? Bringing in boyfriends and girlfriends, pretending to be family.
“You do know I can kill you in place of him, right?” I asked Jenna, watching as she immediately fell to her knees, her face pale with fear.
“Please, please, don’t kill me. I’m the only child of my parents. I didn’t want to come, but Richard insisted I stay here until he gets back. I’m sorry, I didn’t know he did something to upset you. Don’t kill me,” she pleaded, her voice trembling.
I rolled my eyes at her display of desperation. “Get up and get out of my house.”
Like a smart girl, she scrambled to her feet and bolted out of the mansion without a second glance. No clothes, no bag, no shoes…nothing, did she come here like that… maybe she loves her life more. A small chuckle escaped my lips as I watched her tiny legs dart out of the house. It was almost amusing how quickly fear could propel someone.
Turning my attention back to the blabbering woman who had tried to silence Jenna, I said coldly, “If I don’t see Richard before tomorrow evening, you’ll take his place. I promise you.”
She stiffened visibly, but I didn’t care. I got up and was about to give the guards some instructions when I noticed someone standing by the staircase…Ashton. He had been quiet through the entire ordeal.
Just then, a man stepped into the house, drawing everyone’s attention. “Good day, everyone. I’m here for Miss Kira.”
“Aye,” I responded with a bored look. He handed me an envelope as he continued, “You’ve been sued by one Mr. Richard Jones for the murder of Mr. Jones. The case will be addressed in court on Wednesday. Make yourself available, or we will come to pick you up ourselves.”
I raised an eyebrow, surprised by this new development. The legal method, huh? Richard really was something else. An opponent I would enjoy cutting into pieces until he breathed his last. But for now, my plans had to change. My baby’s dessert would have to be delayed, but lunch had been served.. My poor kitty would get the desert soon and I'll make it delicious.
My eyes landed on Ashton, who raised an eyebrow at me in silent inquiry. Was he involved in this?
“Ma'am?” the lawyer called.
“Aye, we’ll see in court,” I replied to the lawyer before turning around and making my way to the elevator.
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