Unwanted prisoner

3: The Journal

That new car smell hit my nose as I sat down in my fathers new Tesla.
"Cool car" I say to him
"Thx kid, word of advice when you have money actually use it, don't let it sit around in a bank"
He reply's

I turn my head to face the window and mumble
"Well usually when you have money it goes towards your family" I cough slightly shocking myself with the words that had just came out of my mouth.

"What was that?" My father turns to face me his voice a little aggressive. He is sitting in the passengers seat because obviously he has a personal driver.
Rich piece of shit.

"Oh nothing" I almost whisper. I turn away and face the window looking out to see a tall building filled with windows fly past us.
The sun is a lot less bright in here rather than outside due to the cars tinted windows.

Minutes go past and the car is pulled to a stop.

"We're here" The driver says as he shuts his door. My father stands outside the car waiting for me.
My door opens as I'm about to pull on the clutch, the same person who sat in the drivers seat stands in front of me in a black suit and offers his hand to help me out. His watch nearly blinds me by how bright the diamonds shine.

"All good, thanks" I get out myself not allowing his help.
I can easily get out of a car on my own I don't need all these men to start trying to assist me on everything I do.

We walk to the front of a house my father looks up at is and so do I.
"This is our safe house, if our normal house is under unsafe circumstances we come here" he says giving me a stern look.

Unsafe circumstances.. I wonder what that could mean.. he's still failed to mention his little "club".

"Why would the house be unsafe?" I pose a confused, innocent look.
My father coughs and snaps back with a reply.
"There are multiple people that make this city unsafe, so we are assisted with the safe house"

Yeah multiple people.. such as your enemies idk maybe people you've hurt. What if he killed someone? I don't want to be around a killer.

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My father walks back to the car and I follow suite. The driver opens my fathers door and then leans to open mine. He still Offers his hand once again, which I decline but still give him a smile.

Bored in the back seat I look around this oh so amazing car and spot a few hiding spots in the corners. A small black box under my fathers seat catches my eye. I wonder what's in it.

What if it's a knife or a gun, maybe a taser, some bullets. Well I may as well take a look right? Nothing bad can come from a small little box.

Opening the box inside lays another box. I bend over a little to reach for the box trying not to make a sound. Pulling off the lid which happens to be a little tighter than the first lid.
Got it.

A small dusty dark red journal sits under a piece of fabric. The fabric is embroidered with an odd looking symbol. The symbol looks sort of like the ace as-well as the spade mixed together and a sharp looking blade pierced through the little cuff that joins the symbol together.

I've never seen anything quite like it.
I may as well open it I've already gotten this far. The first page includes the small symbol on the top corner as well as the initials M.D.
My fathers initials.

Flipping to the next page A bunch of addresses cover the page. I notice the first address which happens to be the same house we currently live in.