The clone

Ch 1 | Trunk

I was dolled up today.

My hair was straightened, I had on new clothes, a new pair of shoes, and make-up for the very first time.

I felt like a cheap gift in expensive packaging.

All for nothing.

The plan that was set in motion was not going according to plan. Father was pissed.

WAS. Now he's dead.

It was a relief until I saw who did him in.

Rafael.

Hopefully, he won't notice me. If he does, then I hope he doesn't recognize me.

My wishes fall on deaf ears as he turns to look at me developing the ugliest scowl on his face.

Noticed, shit.

He marches towards me maintaining that scowl while confirming father's death on his cell phone.

"Yes sir, the target has been eliminated... No complications si-... Actually... There was a witness...but sir it's her....The girl.... His daughter, sir. "

And recognized, great.

"Are you sure sir? The others won't be pleased with her....n-no sir, I meant no disrespect... I'll have her delivered... Yes sir. "

I look around at the various bodies laying on the floor including fathers, and the men that spilled all this blood.

Highly trained assassin I can't slip past, with triple the number of firearms and cars that I definitely can't outrun.

There is no escaping this. The safest option would be to cooperate.

Rafael grabs me by my upper arm and drags me out of the rundown motel.

My feet drag behind me frozen with fear, afraid of what might happen to me and of who I'm about to meet when one glare from him makes my legs start working.

I can't see an escape or a possibility of overpowering all these men so I do what I'm good at, what I've been doing since as far back as I can recall, I submit.

He walks out of the motel towards one of the cars, opens the trunk and shoves me in slamming the hood on my head.

For the next 5 hours or so I'm stuck in the small cramped space in an uncomfortable position.

The high speed, sharp turns, and precarious driving had me tumbling and hitting against the narrow space.

The darkness enveloped me and the roar of the engine rattled my brain.

♣️♣️♣️

I'd known Rafael my entire life. Not personally but I knew who he was.

Rafael Valdez.
Third son of the Don.
One of them. One of the people I'm supposedly related to.

But I wasn't a Valdez. I was an abomination, a spawn of satan, a product of sin,  for I was a child conceived by rape.

Satan was the perfect word to describe my father, his vicious acts left no room for retribution or forgiveness.

It doesn't matter though, he got what he deserved and now he's gone, dead for good.

Now what matters is what they would do to me. The walking proof of the tragedy they had to suffer.

I'm probably being taken to the man my birth mother was married to, the Don.

I don't resist or protest cause I know the consequences. It's always safe to observe first, then play to please. It's how I've lived till now.

♣️♣️♣️

The next time I see light is after a long rough ride that might have lasted around 5 hours.

The constant bouncing and banging of my head against the hood had me feeling woozy and sick.

I was thankful for a moment when the car finally stopped, until I remembered where we had arrived.

I'd much rather prefer another round back there than what is about to unfold.

Rafael opens the hood, yanks me by my hair out the trunk and gets me on my feet. He drags me through the huge doors taking long strides until we reach the deepest part of this maze-like place.

I don't grab his hand to relieve the death grip he had on my hair, I don't protest the manhandling, I just clench my teeth and obey as I'm hauled in front of the big mahogany doors through what seemed to be a mansion.

Arriving in front of the doors at the heart of the place, he knocks and waits for permission, looking twice as pissed.

"Come in" replies a commanding voice from within.

Rafael opens the door and pushes me in first. I trip at the sudden push but his death grip on my arm prevents me from going down.

Rafael shoves me to stand in front of another brooding man, the boss perhaps, while his fingers finally leave my arm.

He steps back to stand behind me with his shoulders squared,  back straight, and arms at his side in attention. Not a trace of his previous annoyance on his face.

The boss looks up at me with an impassive face from the leather couch taking a sip of the golden liquid in his glass.

A moment of shock and hurt pass his face before he schools it to the meanest of expressions possible clearing his throat.

"... Your name" he booms.

"Amber Ashley" I reply instantly, keeping my voice steady and clear.

"Do you know who I am?"

"yes, sir"

"Do you know why you're here?" he booms, glaring a hole in my head.

"yes sir, " I reply instantly.

"why?"

"Because I saw something I wasn't supposed to, sir,"

"You would have been dead the very next second, not bought to me."

"Because I am his daughter."

"What do you think that makes you to me?"

"A source of information."

He started at me expecting me to say more. I dont.

"And what are you to me?"

"I-...I am-... your wif-" I could not get the words across. He knows but he's checking to see if I do. I don't want to lie if possible, lies get you killed.

But how do I say I am your wife's daughter born of rape.

"Lily's last child...seeing as your being cooperative, I'll have you stay till I can get all I need out of you. Leave. Rafael, show her to her room."

"I didn't realize she had one" Rafael mumbles when one glare from the boss has him scrambling out of the room with me in tow.

♤♤♤

He guides me to a room and leaves without saying anything.

How long will I be here?
What will become of me after they get all they need?