King and Queen

Puzzle

Blair's pov

My head dangles in front of my body. 

My feet and hands re tied up to a wooden chair in the middle of a dark empty room. 

My head hurts more than it ever has and I have no clue what is going on or where I am. 

I slowly lit my head up and try to keep my eyes open. 

The door opens and a tall man walks in. 

He has a black suit on and is covered in tattoos. 

He kneels down in front of me and picks up my face by my chin. 

He turns my head side to side, examining me. 

"Definitely her" He says and stands back up, letting go of my jaw. 

"What do you want from me" I hiss out lowly. 

He lets out a low chuckle "I want to make your little boyfriend thingy sad". 

He looks down at the promise ring on my hands and pulls it off my finger. 

"Won't be needing this anymore" He throws the ring on the floor in the corner of the room. 

My head drops back down in front of me and he walks out. 

Greyson's pov

I run back into my house and as soon as I walk into the living room where I last saw my dad I am struck with a gun to my head. My father behind the trigger. 

"I see you found out" He says. 

"I did and now your gonna die" I snarl. 

He holds up his phone with his hand hovering over the call button. "If I press this then your girlfriends family and house will blow up and I don't think you want that. She wouldn't be very happy, that's if she even stays a live" He smiles evilly. 

"Watch it" I snarl. 

"I'm the on with the gun so why don't you watch it" He says back but before he gets a chance to do anything I pull out my gun from my pocket within a blink of an eye and aim it at his forehead. 

"I'm in the mafia you really think I don't have a gun on me" I say. 

He presses call on the phone and it starts to ring. 

"All I have to say is 1967 and that house is blowing up" He says and a man picks up the phone. 

"1...9....6.." Before my father gets to finish and wipe the gun out of his hand and push him to the ground. 

His phone goes flying across the room and I walk over to it. 

I hang up the phone and walk back over to where he lays. 

"You disgust me" I say before punching his face over and over again. 

His entire face gets covered in his own blood and so do my fists. 

I aim the gun to his forehead. 

"Why are you doing this, I am your son" I ask him. 

"Because its all your fault that your mother is gone. If you weren't born she would still be married to me. She couldn't stand seeing you in the all the mafia stuff so she left" He yells back.  

"Its not my fault, its all yours now tell me where my girl is" I yell. 

"Puzzle" He says before grabbing my hand and pushing my finger on the trigger, making the gun go off.