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Kane's POV

I drove for what felt like hours on end, until I arrived at my father's warehouse.

It was surrounded by men and a couple of women who worked for him. I got out of my car slamming the door and walking straight into the building.

I was stopped by the 3 other men I was just with in that alley. "Did you handle it?" Asked Jeffery. He was the smallest one of all three. He's white, scrawny, and quite annoying. "What?" I asked back a bit confused. What is he talking about? "He's referring to the girl." That was Benjamin. He's bigger, and British I think. The only one I can stand. "Did you kill her?" asked Edgore. He was eager and proud. Too proud.

I let out a sigh. I didn't think they saw her too. I only told them that I'd be back after handling something personal.

"I honestly don't know what you're talking about." I let out a scoff. "There was no girl. Not that I saw at least." I shrugged my shoulders hoping they'd believe me.

"Then that means..." -Jefferey

"She is still alive and she saw what we did idiots!" -Edgore

"Well that's too bad isn't it mate? We didn't get to see what she looked like. It was way too dark to notice. I say we leave it alone." -Benjamin

"What was so personal that you had to handle then? Hmm Kane?" -Edgore

"If you don't know what the word personal means, then don't use it." I told Edgore. He was suspicious of me. I know he is but he doesn't know his place. "Also don't speak to me as if I'm one of you." I spit on the ground next to him while walking away and making eye contact.

A/N: Edgore be like, "Are we bout to kiss right now? 😏"

Finally I knocked on my father's door before going in.

"Did the job get done?" He asked while walking towards me. I nodded my head, "Yes sir." He nodded in approval. "Then where the fuck have you been for the past hour?!" He tried hitting me but I caught his wrist mid-air. "I was handling something personal father.

He pulled away his arm and kept eye contact for a minute before starting to laugh. "You're getting better Son." He said causing me to spread a disgusting smile onto my face.

"When will I meet her?" He says pouring himself a cup of wine. He hands me a cup and I shrug. "Not sure what you mean." I drink and take a seat in front of his desk.

"If you think I'm so stupid to not notice when my son is off doing something he doesn't want to know about, then you're absolutely wrong." -Father

I get up and put my cup down. "I don't think you're stupid at all father. But sometimes you can be wrong." I give him a playful wink and start walking to the door. "You know you'll need a queen to become king correct?" I turn to my father. Where did this come from? He must be testing me to see how I'll react. "I don't see your queen anywhere." I smirk and then leave the room fast enough to not get a reply.

Speaking to my father is like reading a story that never ends. Me? I just like to get my shit done.

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