Queen Red Ice [EDITING]

Uncovering the Misery

Queen's POV

"Mag-ingat ka, Queen," sabi ni Black through earpiece.

"As always," sagot ko and parked my car.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 5 cars in this parking lot. Just 5 cars in the basement of Walters Building. I can see they really were preparing for me.

I slowly walked to the elevator and looked around while doing so. CCTVs are everywhere, just a couple of fluorescent lights lit up — Damn, they were really preparing for me.

Ting!

As the elevator's doors opened, I saw three men inside, wearing glasses, all in tuxedos, all have earpieces connected to their ears, all have guns on their waist. I was frozen for a moment but quickly recovered and went inside with them. The other guy selected floor 59, where the person I'm meeting's office is, while the others stand still.

It didn't take us that long to arrive but as soon as we did, the guys with me exited the elevator quickly and made me follow. They led me to an office, and I can say, wow. This guy is rich, filthy rich.

They opened the door for me and let me in. An old man, probably in his late 50's or 60's, was sitting behind his table, facing away from me, was the sight I was welcomed with. Well, despite from all the luxurious stuffs here inside, yeah. That one.

The guards shut the door behind me, leaving me with this guy.

"Have a seat," he said but I declined to.

"Who are you?" I asked with a stern voice.

"Oh, young people nowadays! You really think you can intimidate me with your voice? Think again, dear. I have faced way more than that in life," he said while chuckling a bit.

"I didn't ask for your life story. Who are you? What do you want from me and my family? What happened in the past?" I asked as I slowly let out my gun.

He turned around in his swivel chair and revealed his face. Nope. Haven't seen him anywhere. I can say he looks like a foreigner. He looks intimidating, too.

With his hands folded together, he said, "Giuseppe Walter De Luca. What's with the gun, young lady?"

Giuseppe Walter De Luca. Sounds heavily Italian.

"Drop the gun or I won't drop the story," he said and smirked. Well then. I dropped the gun hastily, making a loud noise, and it wasn't long after I heard he door behind me open.

"It's okay. We were just talking," Giuseppe said to his bodyguards who were pointing there guns at me. They quickly put it down and went outside again.

"Wow. They act fast, you should, too," I said as I walked towards a chair in front of his desk and sat and crossed my legs.

"You're a charming young lady, why do you choose to interfere in this kind of mess and waste your youth?" He asked, clearly puzzled.

"Why do you think?" I answered flat out and gave him a strong gaze.

"Oh of course. To avenge your parents' death, am I right? That was 15 years ago! You probably weren't even eating by yourself back then when they died, why bother?" He asked while shaking his head.

"Well maybe cause they're my fcking parents and they don't deserve to die? We could've been a happy family by now if it wasn't for you," I answered, not breaking the deadly stare I'm giving him.

"Playing the blame game, eh?" He said with a smirk as I rolled my eyes at him.

"I already answered two questions, do your part," I said sternly.

"Ever had a love affair? A love affair so bad that it controls your emotions and you're willing do to anything for a guy? Well, my daughter did," he said and stood up and grabbed a framed picture behind him.

What the fck do I car about his daughter's love affair?

"Oh, my beautiful daughter! Got so inlove at a young age, got so devoted to a man at a young age, but unfortunately, like any other love story, there's always a third-party," he put the picture down and gave it to me harshly.

I looked at it for a second and put it down right after. The fck will I do with it?

"Desperate for my daughter's man, your mother betrayed my daughter and went to bed with your father and they had you as their offspring," he said as he clenched his jaw and gave me a cold stare.

I was taken aback by what he said, and it took me about a minute to go back to my senses.

"I'm sorry but I don't believe what you said--"

"Then don't. Now let me continue," he said, calming down and sitting back on his chair.

"After a few months, karma struck them and their joint business went downhill. But my daughter, still madly in love with your cheating father, offered to help them, but in one condition. Your father, will have to get back with her. I have to say! Your mother has a thick face and asked for three more years with your father in order to raise you a bit. Thinking they'll stay true to their deal, my daughter agreed. But after three years, all goes to hell! Guess what? They had ANOTHER child. Your sister. Wanna have a guess on what happened next? Hint : It's exciting!" He said and you can sense an obvious hint of sarcasm at the end.

"She ordered to kill my parents?" I answered in a low voice, out of shock.

He started walking around his desk, towards me and talked, "Well, well, well, SMART GIRL! YES! YES! And that wasn't the end of it. Well we thought it was! But then, some little birdie told us their offsprings are still alive. We thought they were dead from the bomb that exploded. But we were wrong. They're still alive and kicking, sadly. And they're weaker than we expected. What a let down,"

The next thing I felt, was the stinging sensation of injection slowly piercing into my skin.