Fighting Flames

Chapter-14

I woke up that afternoon when Dustin was still asleep.

I don't know if my decision was right, if what I was doing was right but then again it always been my family before me then why back out now?

I wore a black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt.

I kept a gun. A knife in my sneakers.

I made my way to the address they sent me. I still kept my phone with me.

I reached the ten-storey building.
It was dark with high security and if it is where the Black's stay then its a good hideout.

The buildings around it are high more than fifty floors and their building actually goes unnoticed in the area.

I entered all the guards noticed me but did not stop me.

I made my way inside and I have to say that the inside did give away the name of the gang.

It had black walls, black furniture and minimum lighting.

The man I talked to yesterday was standing there with two more men. They were dressed in black.

"So you finally show up Kiara."
He said.

He looked older that the others almost like David

"What do you want?"

"You know you only know half the story of what happened.
We know that your dad didn't steal any money from Kaden but all the accounts were locked, apparently it was only your dad who knows that password. And according to him you know that password. The money is in billions and if you open it we get all the money."

Okay so they are ready to kill me and my dad for money.

"How much money is in the accounts?"

"Two hundred billion."

"Okay that's a lot of money but believe me I have no password."

Me and dad talked about a lot of things but this was none of them.

I know nothing about accounts and money.

"What are you going to use the money for?"

"For buying slaves."
Said one of the men. He looked skinny. And as he said that he was pushed aside. Like he just gave out the wrong information.

I was shocked. They were ready to kill innocents for money. The only reason they have allied the Laser's is because they wanted revenge and the Black's wanted money.

"And even of I knew the password I wouldn't open it for you." As I said that I was pushed on the ground.

They started punching me. Kicking me. More men came into the room. But this time I didn't fight back. If I have to die then let it be. But at least I will save those kids from slavery.

They tied my hands and my mouth and put me in a room. All this beating didn't affect me as much as it would to a normal person because I was used to the pain, being a street fighter.

By even as an undefeated street fighter I wasn't invincible.

But what about the password?
I knew nothing.

All my dad said to me all this time was 'you have your name.'

Whenever we discussed things the only thing he would say was 'you have your name'.

At that time I thought that he meant that people were scared of my name, it was my name that gave me my image but now when I think about it, it wasn't just a mere statement it had more meaning.