Bonten's Advisor

Fourty One

You were currently sitting in front of the TV screen with Yuuma laying down with his head on your lap as you brushed his teeth softly while he was watching the TV, well trying to. "Yuuma, stop moving your head so much," You tried to get him to stop turning his head towards the TV for a brief second. He did listen, but he ended up staring right back at you with such a concentrated face with those beautiful blue eyes that he inherited from his father. You removed the toothbrush from his mouth and he immediately sat up and swallowed. (You brushed his teeth with water so it's fine)

You stood up from the couch to walk over to the bathroom to put his toothbrush into its holder, but Yuuma clung onto your leg tightly, making it difficult for you to go anywhere. "Mummy," He mumbled, clutching onto your leg even tighter. You look down at him and give him a soft smile. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Yuuma," You replied, lifting him up and carrying him with one arm, while you pushed open the bathroom door with the other hand. You placed him down softly onto the bathroom vanity, as his legs hung over the edge, watching your every move as you washed his toothbrush. 

You started at yourself in the mirror in front of you, noticing your hair growth over the past two years. You really needed to get your hair touched up. "Mummy," Yuuma called out again, as you looked over at him.

"Hmm?" He made grabby hands at you, as you sighed and picked him up once again. "Time to sleep, Yuuma."

He let out a small hum or a groan, you couldn't tell. But it wasn't like bedtime was going to change. Today especially. You walked back over to the living room, where Chloe had just finished up washing the dishes from tonight's meal. She glanced over at you, and you nodded your head as you shuffled into Yuuma's room. You leaned forward and placed him into his cot, before placing the blanket over him. Chloe entered the room holding a book and sat down beside the cot. She switched on the night light and turned off the room light, producing enough light to see the words on the pages of the book. You bent down and kissed Yuuma's forehead, before giving Chloe a warm smile. She returned the smile and opened the book, starting to read from the book. You closed the book behind you and immediately felt your face change. 

You headed over to the kitchen and opened the draw, checking for the sharpest knives you could find. You ended up picking two large kitchen knives. You practised some movements with them for a while, throwing it in the air and catching it. Feeling at home with the knives in your hand, you were finally ready. 

Standing in front of his office door, with the knives hidden, you breathed out a long sigh before knocking on the door. "Come in," He answered gruffly. You pushed open the door and took a step in before closing it behind you. He was in a state that you haven't seen from him. His hair was dishevelled and messy, and it seemed that he hadn't left the room to sleep in a while. He looked like he needed shaving too. 

"What happened to you?" You asked, taking a seat in front of his desk. He just lifted his head and glanced at you, before propping his head up with his arm. He let out a long sigh, before sending you a look, with murderous intent, and it dissipated after a second. 

"My drug route was found out. My men suspect it is to do with Bonten." He gave you a dirty look. 

You immediately put your hands up in the air, surrendering to whatever he was insinuating. "You of all people know that I have no contact with them. My colleagues are just more capable than yours," You stated, dissing his men. He stood up quickly and walked around the table towards you. He grabbed your throat and dragged you off the chair. 

"Just because your not pregnant anymore doesn't mean that I'll tolerate-" You didn't let him finish, as you lifted your lower body and wrapped your legs tightly around his throat. He immediately released his grip on your throat and began to claw at your legs to try to get free. You wasted no time, twisting your body so that your upper body was facing the same direction he was facing. You leaned backwards and quickly stabbed him in the back once and removed the knife. You then punched his head a couple of times, before hopping off of him. He fell onto the floor heavily. Using the same knife, you threw it at his thigh, ironically where he had shot you two years ago. He let out a scream as you removed the knife from him once again, blood splashing onto your face and your clothes. Disgusting.