The Unknown Daughter(Hold)

Chapter Three

Triella's P.O.V

After the incident with Josh I had my left shoulder bandage.

I found my way to my new room and settled in but not before cutting out a hole in my mattress to make room for my weapons.

I didn't trust that little girl around them.

I mean I am a bitch but I have a soft spot for children.

A knock sounded from my door. I snap my head over to see David.

"Oh it's just you I was worried it was someone important ." I grunted.

His smile slowly fades into a frown. "I want your guns and your other weapons that could injure anyone".

My lip twiches into a snarl. The palm of my right hand meets the cool metal of my favorite blade.

I lift my arm up and let the blade slice across my fingers as it lands directly next to his face.

I get off my bed and saunter towards the old man. "Guns will be very common around this area now that i'm here". I snarl my lips curving up causing my nose to wrinkle up.

Silence consumed us. "You look exactly like your mother Triella". He spoke softly as if he was scared he was going to break me.

I pulled my arm back and launched it forward. The feeling of the bone crushing under my fist made me even more satisfied with my work.

My fingers that were covered with blood intertwined with his brown locks of hair. My knee moves on its own command as it smashes into his jaw.

"Get the hell out"! I speak lowly. My voice low and dangerous.

He looks up at me with pleading eyes but my eyes held fire that no one could exstingush.

He slowly gets to his feet as blood gushes down his face. He stands their a minute too long.

I let out an animalistic growl as I gripped the collar of his shirt.

I drag him down the stairs and toss him to the ground in front of his happy family.

Shock and anger consumes the mother. Her eyes narrow while the little girl let's out cries as she pleads for her daddy to be okay. Jason scurries out of the room trying to make his presence unknown.

'Smart boy' I mentally praise him. I  then my attention back to others left standing in front of me.

"Rule number one," I growl. "Never and I mean never speak about Angelica or Rico"! They all flinch including Jax who followed me down the stairs.

Jax let's out low whimpers as he hears his dead family member names.

"Come"! I command towards the Rottweiler. He immediately follows my orders.

We leave the house and head towards the woods.

My phone rings and I answer it. "Speak". I grunt.

"Well isn't someone in a pissy mood". The voice belonged to my best friend and second in command.

"Damon. When are you guys getting here ". His laughter rings throughout the phone and the woods.

"I'm already here". A voice whispers in my ear. I immideatly elbow him in the stomach. Damon falls to the floor with a loud wail.

"So what did you do to David"? He questions. "Broke his nose and gave him a brusied jaw". He snorts and rolls his eyes.

"Couldn't wait?" He asks sarcastically. I shrug my shoulders giving him my silent answer.

Damon lifts his hands up in the warm air signalling me to help pull him up.

As he stands I notice his dark black hair is covered in leafs and twigs. His electric blue eyes held a happy glint to them.

Then I notice why, he has a new lip ring.

A smile creeps it's way onto my face as I trudge forward.

"Come on"! I holler as we make our way towards the house I call Hell.