IceyHot (Season 1)

Chapter 2

Kai

'So you're a lawyer, huh?' I asked the woman while adjusting my seat to lean back a little more. 'Is your job to like "legally" break your father's goons out of prison?'
   Isabelle scoffed. 'I tell him no he cannot go there with his car and what does he do? Spends the last thirty minutes zooming next to my ear like an annoying mosquito!'
   I chuckled. 'I am enjoying your company too sweetheart.'
   'Don't call me that.'
   'Why not?'
   'Because the last person who did that had his head parted from his neck and delivered like that to his family members.' she stopped at a red traffic light before, staring coldly at me. 'My point: It's just as easy for my father to end you as easy as it was for me to get you out of that jail cell. Get your act together, my father does not tolerate any amount or form of disrespect. You will watch how you talk with me. I am not just a lawyer, but also your superior.'
   'Awww...you're daddy's little girl!' I continued taunting the woman. It wasn't like I didn't know how dangerous Mariano Petrova was. I had the scars to prove it. It also didn't mean I was afraid of him. 'I would rather not waste my time on endeavors you people call respect. It's a waste of time, time I could use robbing a bank or escaping a robbery. I don't care who your father is, missy. I want to be in this clan because I fucking need the cash and I know my worth.'
   She sighed as the light turned green. 'Now I want to know what the hell he sees in you.'
   'I made it clear to him what type of person I was when I first visited him. He sees talent and that is all that matters.'
   Isabelle didn't say anything else. She silently continued driving before turning on the radio to kill the silence. I sneakily extended a hand in an attempt to change the channel, only for her to smack my hand away.
   'Don't even try it,' she warned.
   'Fine,' I groaned and crossed my arms, pouting a little because I had never had a ride this boring in my life.
  

   'Kai Andrews! Welcome!' I heard as soon as Isabelle and I entered the large mansion. It felt like entering a throne room, with an Italian mafia touch to it.
   Mariano Petrova was seated on his chair at the end of the hall and by his side stood his puppy bodyguard. They weren't the only ones in the room as I spotted several men seated around a rounded table looking as if they were playing poker. The place was exactly like how I remembered it the first time I came here.
   A mini-bar on the left side and a poker table to the right; the don just sitting on that chair with no care in the world and smoking that stinking old cigar.
   Isabelle and I came to a halt before she walked to him and bowed before he extended a handout. Isabelle kissed his hand before touching the spot she kissed with her forehead. This was how the youth of Adana showed the elderly respect. She was his daughter.
   'Good afternoon, Baba.'
   'Good afternoon to you too my princess.' he smiled at her. The fuckin' asshole knew how to smile?
   'I brought him just like you asked,' she glanced at me and glared before she turned back to her so-called father.
   'You did an outstanding job, little one.'
   'Is there anything else you need me to do for you?'
   'You've done more than enough, princess. You should head over to the kitchen, Nurgul made you those pastries you and your brother like so much.'
   'Uhg! Finally!' I took off her heels and walked to the steps barefoot.
   I watched her leave the room and then my attention was drawn back to Mariona. He also shifted his attention back to me now. Once again I was standing in front of him and just like last time, the anger was boiling in me again, threatening to crawl to the surface. I held myself in, reminding myself why I was here. The first plan was a success and all I needed was to wait for the confirmation. Confirmation that I was in and that Mariano trusted me enough to recruit me.
   'Kai Andrews,' He said and then stood up, tipping his hat. 'I must say, you are quite an interesting character. When you first came to me and demanded I give you a job, I was bemused. I just couldn't understand how someone like you existed!' he stepped down and loomed over me. 'Someone with the guts to stand before me and demand something from me. For centuries the Petrova clan was the most feared in Adana. I run this city. Anyone joining my clan wants something and I want to know what it is that you want.' he stepped next to me, looking over his shoulder. 'Tell me what it is that you want.'
   That was an odd question, but I answered it without wavering. 'Freedom, that's what I want.'
   'Freedom?' he turned to me.
   'Yes,' I turned to face him. 'I never had freedom while I was a police rookie.'
   'Police?'
   I snorted. 'Oh, don't act so surprised. I know you did a background check on me. I was born inhumane and for years people have held that against me. It's said that pyro is the rarest blood work type, and truth be told, it is only rare because it is the most feared. I betrayed the police force because I grew tired of being controlled by the law and them making it seem like using my abilities was just another privilege. I realized that I am worth more than working for them and that they are not the ones in power here. You are a powerful man, Mariano Petrova, and working for you means getting the freedom I desire.
It's a win-win for the both of us.'
   'Impressive answer. You passed the test.'
   'Test?'
   Mariano then laughed before walking to the poker table. 'Over to you Richard. Show him around the place and  get him a room.'
   And just like that, I got in.
 

After the guy in the suit showed me around, he finally left me in a room. I only waited till I was alone before I closed the door and pulled out my phone, immediately calling the chief.
   'I'm listening.'
   'I know what Petrova is planning next. His son is having a prison transfer tomorrow and they want me to help break him out. They'll intercept the transfer at the Northern Peak road.'
   'Day one and you already found that out. Damn boy, you're making the old man proud!'
   'Save your praises for later, sir.' I smiled and looked at the door, making sure no one was listening. 'I gotta go. Petrova won't even know what hit him.'
   'I'll have task force ready, just be careful.'
   'Don't worry about me, chief. We will succeed and Petrova will pay for all of his crimes.'
   And with that, I ended the call.