Secrets of the Solomons

11. Peter:

*5th August,2023*

Despite waking up just a few days ago, I was able to heal and walk pretty quickly. I got myself discharged as soon as possible and went home. My wife opened the door, and quietly, a mouse followed me in. She had nursed me when I was asleep and went home once, and that's when I woke up.

As I made my way into the office, she followed me. She wanted to know if I wanted or needed something.

"No, love, I don't need anything," I said, sitting on my chair before she could open her mouth to speak. "In fact, I would love it if you went out the door and asked Abaddon to come meet here."

She nodded submissively and left the room without saying a word. I could hear her calling out to Abaddon as I settled in at my desk.

My eldest son, Abaddon, walked in. "Is the job done?" His face was grim.

Abaddon spoke with a sense of disappointment: "I paid a good sum of money. The guards were paid, and so were those assassins. But those assassins failed their part of the task. I didn't pay them. They failed to terminate her, and instead, Fiona neutralized them. The last thing I heard about them was that they were fatally injured."

My voice was high as I yelled out of frustration, "How did she defeat the high-class assassins you hired?! I clearly remember telling you to get the job done. Did you not hire the best of the best?"

Abaddon's face darkened as he replied, "I assure you, I spared no expense in hiring the most skilled assassins available. We will need to reassess our approach."

"When did she get so strong?" I questioned.

Abaddon sighed heavily before replying, "Need I remind you that she's a Solomon like us? She's been trained ever since she was a kid. The only difference is that she continued, unlike most of us who've gotten rusty." "She's a formidable opponent, but we can still outsmart her," Abaddon added, his eyes glinting with determination. "We just need to come up with a new strategy that takes her strength into account."

Before I could reply, his phone's notification went off, and he quickly glanced at the screen before turning back to me with a grim expression. He took a remote and turned on the TV.

A breaking news report flashed across the screen, showing images of some female prisoners. The news reporter said, "Today in the early morning hours, a gang fight broke out at the local prison, resulting in multiple casualties and injuries. These women had died in the gang fight. Rumors of them being involved in illegal activities have been circulating for weeks. It should be noted that Fiona Solomon, the rich girl who tried to murder her own father, is being held in the same prison. Is this a conspiracy and a plan in orchestration or just a simple gang fiasco?" The words of the reporter were cut off by Abaddon, who turned off the TV.

I said, "I don't see how this is related to the matter at hand."

Abaddon's expression was pale and almost unreadable as he replied, "Those women are the assassins I hired to murder Fiona."

My heart sank. "This cannot be a coincidence. Fiona survived but they died. She must've had a role in this. We underestimated her, son." I said my eyes scanning the room as an attempt to focus on something else.

Fiona Solomon, my daughter, is going to be the death of me.