Heir's Redemption

One

The diner was old. In a cute but creepy way. There was a bell on the door that sounded when anyone walked in. Apart from me, in the last forty minutes no one else has come in.

Meeting my birth mother in a rackety, old diner was never really how I envisioned meeting her. Of course when I was younger I always daydreamed of what this day would look like, what my mother would look like, if I had her hair or her eyes. I tried doing my own research when I was younger. I tried finding anything, everything I could on my family, I tried writing to different people who shared even just 0.99% of my DNA. It never succeeded though. I never succeeded. I never received anything back. Not a letter or a phone call, nothing. Part of me thought that maybe I just didn't have a family maybe- maybe they're all dead. Until she reached out to me.

I looked up from the booth I was sitting in and two men walked in. They were immersed in their own conversation, clearly comfortable with the place. I don't think they noticed me sitting alone. At least not at first.

"Are you sure I can't get you anything else, honey?" The sweet old waitress asks. "A slice of pie or a muffin?"

"I'm fine, I think I'll wait a little longer before leaving, thanks." I reply, a small smile playing on my lips. She nodded and walked away. The two who walked in were now talking in hushed whispers. The eyes of the man who was facing me kept fleeting from me to the window behind me.

I turned to look to the side. I didn't drive here, I have no money for a car. But there were 4 cars. Three black SUV's and one small car. The four cars all arrived at the same time. I sit up a little straighter and look towards the men. I could hear more cars coming, faster. I stood up quickly and pulled some cash out of my pocket.
I had a feeling that I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. I looked around for the waitress and didn't find her anywhere. The two men watched every movement I made, they were tense. My brows furrowed. I began walking out before anything unsettling happened, but before I could walk out the door the sound of gunshots rang out.

I threw myself behind a booth and covered my head with my hands. The booth and table gave me enough coverage but bullets still ricocheted too close for comfort or safety. The two men were now returning fire. I tried to move towards more cover but it only resulted in me getting shot in the arm. The sting was short lived. Everything in my head went blank when I felt the barrel of a gun to my head.

"Get up." A rough voice says. My hands were shaking. I got up on shaking feet and remained still. The bullets stopped momentarily. The gun stayed pressed against my head. I didn't cry though. I hate crying in front of anyone.

"What do you want?" I gritted out.

"You." Who doesn't?

The room was cold and it wasn't much of a room. It was a cement block.

I was tied to a chair. I could feel dry blood on my arm and on my thigh. My head was pounding and I felt like throwing up despite not having eaten anything in god knows how long. I tried to swallow but my mouth felt dryer than a dessert. I couldn't hold in it any longer and tried to keep the vomit off of me. I threw up on the floor next to me.

"You are causing quite the mess." a man in the doorway said.

"Well, pardon me." I rolled my head back.

"What do you know about Logan Mercer?" He asks.

I stay quiet for a moment. "Who?"

"Don't act stupid. You've been in contact with him. We have records."

"I don't know who Logan Mercer is, can you let me go now? I feel disgusting."

"The only way your leaving here is in-"

"In a body bag, okay then, enough of the dramatics, get it over with." I provoke. He watched me for a moment before something caught his attention.

"I like her," a female voice says.

"That makes one of us." The man says.

"Boo-hoo, either kill me or let me go please. I need a shower and maybe a few sessions of therapy." I groan.

"What information do you have for us?" The girl says, her tone now grave and serious.

"I don't know you, why would I have any information for you?" I ask, kind of annoyed by the same question being asked. Despite it coming from a different person. It's been two days since the diner. All I want is a shower and maybe a few pills.

"Come on, everyone knows who we are." the girl jokes.

"Sorry honey," I shrug, she laughs slightly.

"Whether she knows something or not, we can still use her." She says.

"So what? We keep her locked up in here until we need her?" The man suggests.

"I'll go ask father." She chirps. I whimper softly when I feel bile rising in my throat again. The duo was already walking away when I swallowed down trying to control my nausea. My head was still pounding, my stomach was cramping and I felt like my organs would pour out of my mouth at any moment.

I closed my eyes and drowned everything around me out. Solely concentrating on not throwing up again and not passing out. I don't think choking on my own vomit would be a pretty way to die. When I opened my eyes I found the girl standing in front of me with a knife. I watched her as she moved around me. I closed my eyes waiting for anything to happen. The rope holding my wrists together fell apart, then the ropes around my ankles holding me to the chair. I stood up quickly but quickly lost my balance causing me to sit back down on the chair.

"Maybe we should get a doctor to check up on you." She says, a smidge of worry in her tone.

"I'll be fine. No need to worry about a dead girl walking." I mutter softly. She sighs and grabs one of my arms, wrapping it around her shoulder for support.

"You're not a dead girl yet, I'm Solana," She introduces herself.

"I would say nice to meet you but It's really not." She laughs slightly.

"I think you and I will be great friends." It was now my turn to laugh softly. "Here sit, I'll go call the family doctor, I didn't think Rio would beat you so badly."

"He didn't... I've handled worse." It was all I could let out before I passed out.

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