"You are not worthy to be our Don," he said as he tackled me to the floor. I ran short of breath but that was just for the while he was on me. Now I was on him as he groaned in pain, clutching his jewels, the knife some feet away from us and my arms on his neck.
"That's your opinion."
"Well, you're going to have to add more pressure on my neck if you really want me unconscious."
As I thought about the gun and how good the bullet would look in his skull, he up handed me and threw me away from him.
My back hit the floor hard and I wheezed. Coughing and inching sideways bit by bit, I asked, "Why are we fighting again?"
"I don't want you as my leader. You killed your own father for crying out loud!"
"What?!" I pushed both palms forward. "Wait! Wait! Wait!" Then, my eyes widened.
Actually, no one had seen Henry pull the trigger. Only three people were present at the time of Allen's death— Hilda, Henry and I. Whatever made him suspect I was the one who killed Allen was his business. All I had to do to seal the pretense was to follow the script in their minds.
"Allen was going to give me this position anyway whether he died by my hand or not. What's your fuss about, really? That a lady can't lead you?"
"That's not really what I meant but when you put it that way..."
My hands wrapped over the handle of the gun and immediately, I pointed it straight at him. "Well," I said as my fingers curled over the trigger. "I've listened to you and I don't find your argument appealing."
A gunshot rang, followed closely by a yelp.
My assailant was clutching his knees which had just been perforated.
"So what?! A bullet to the knee and you think you've won?"
I couldn't even recognize myself as I said, "Na, I don't care about winning you. Your predicament would serve as a deterrent to others."
I turned to look at the men staring at us, bored.
"Please handle him, and tell everyone who isn't in support of my leadership to come forth. Ooh, which of you was Allen's advisor?"
"You just shot him."
"He was doing a bad job anyway. I need a new advisor."
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"Harida, what's this I hear about you taking over? Where the hell is father?" Praise said angrily, heels clicking against the tiles and her luxury bag hung on the dip of her elbow as she walked.
"I see they have informed you against my better directions," I said, looking up from the last of the business I was signing over to Avian. Avian sat at one side and Henry at the other.
"We wouldn't be the ones excusing you."Avian said. "We are here for a reason."
"We?!" Praise asked.
"Well," I said with open palms as I approached her. "Henry is here to help me ease into power and Avian is here for what he does best. I believe it's best we both speak I've a drink. What'd do you say?" I asked opening the door.
She looked at me with raised brows, probably as surprised with the way I was acting as I was.
I didn't know the exact reason I was acting like a new wife visiting family her husband's family for the first time, all I knew was that despite our differences— Praise and I, she wasn't meant to find out about her dad's death the way I found out he was my father.
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Crimson Mists
Ficción General«Even with all the dust, the flower still outshined the sun» ~~~~ Meet Harida Bick, the product of an unwanted relationship and also Adele Jones, a teenager in another country subjected to same design. When both girls began living together through...
