The enemy

< Chapter 4 >

Entering Kingston's house, it truly was like a Palace. It was fucking massive. Mine was big but his, you could fit five choppers in here.

As I was being dragged around the elegant mansion, I took in all of my surroundings incase I needed a plan of escape.

The rooms were massive, doors on every corridor, it has three floors and many people would get mixed up with where to go if being put in this house. It was like a maze. Corridors everywhere.

After ten minutes of just walking, well being dragged, around this mansion, I finally came face to face with a large wooden door.

I'm taking it as this is the room I'm going to be sent in.

The miserable guard gripped my wrist whilst knocking loudly on the door.

I could feel his eyes on me, staring right through my soul.

"Come in." I heard a familiar voice speak but it wasn't Kingston.

"Good luck, Princess." The guard whispered evily before opening the door and throwing me through it.

Good luck to you for when I leave this place, motherfucker.

As I was thrown into the large room, my body landed hard on the wooden floor, wasting no time at all, I picked myself back up and found myself stood face to face with the leader of the American family, Seth Wolf.

I had no weapons on me as I left my gun in my car and that was all I brought with me, I had no defence or backup and Kingston, the man I came to see, wasn't even here.

I could always defend myself against these creatures but against this monster of a man stood infront of me, I don't stand a single fucking chance and Seth knows that. That's why he's giving me an evil smile.

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Was his first sentence and wanting to ignore his sarcasm, I got straight to the point, "Where's my father, you fucking piece of shit. What have you done to him?"

His smile shortly faded and in came the seriousness.

There was around seven people in this room, me and Seth included.

Each of Seth's men stood in different areas of the room, all with their eyes on me, guns in hand and ready to shoot whenever.

Kingston was the one I came to see and he was also the one that wasn't here.

"Your father will be fine. If.. and it's a big if.. he follows along with my demands and instructions." Seth explained to me.

I stood, glaring at him as his men still all stood with their guns aimed at me.

"Take a seat." Seth offered and I refused.

"I'm okay with standing."

He didn't like the words that left my mouth as he shot me a glare whilst taking his own seat behind a large desk.

"I wasn't asking." He replied.

He was pissing me off. All I want to know is where my father is, not have to fucking tea party with the cunt.

I took a seat, not wanting to start an unnecessary argument.

I was now sat opposite the man as he rested his hands under his chin, folding them together.

"Tell me, what is your father like as a person?" Why is he asking me this? Why does he even care?

"He's a good man. That's all you and your little friends need to know. Now, you tell me, where is he?" He obviously wasn't taking me serious as he just began to chuckle.