The Hooded Beauty

Murderer

"Samantha, I think you should leave" my father says without losing eye contact with me. He looks nervous (which has never happened).
Samantha doesn't protest, instead she stands up, gathers her things and quietly leaves.

We are having a stare off. Waiting for the other to speak first. The tension building greater every second that passes.

He clears his throat. Straightens his tie and signals for me to sit down as he sits down behind his desk. I follow his order.

"This is a bitter sweet moment my darling child"
Darling child? Why is he being so sweet? What is this?
"Bitter sweet how?"
"Well, you must have been involved in something surrounding the business to have learned about what we do" he trails off. This feels so rehearsed.
He waits for me to reply. I want to tell him what happened but I don't know how to say it all.

"I followed Jace and two guys. I got in the trunk. I followed them inside. One of them found me and tied me up and then Jace shot someone other guy, I don't know it was all a mess, I'm sorry I followed them"
I lied. I'm not sorry.

He abruptly stands up, forcing his chair back and slams his hands into the desk angrily.
I have never made his angry before.

"Who the fuck tied you up?!" He yells through gritted teeth.

"I don't know he looked like he lived in a gym" I stutter.
He wasn't angry at me.
He was angry that someone mistreated me.
Well, good job I didn't tell him they nearly killed me. I think it would cause a few heads on platters there.

He pulls out his phone and dials a number.
"Mason, I'd like you in my office as soon as possible please" and hangs up.

He sighs and runs a hand through his hair.

"You were never supposed to find out, neither of you were. Kassy found out a few years ago. It was just a matter of time before you found out" he says sternly.

"What are you?" I ask not knowing if I want to hear the answer.

"I am the drug lord"

What.
The.
Fuck.

"You, a drug lord?... what exactly do you do though?"

He opens his mouth then closes it a few times. Not knowing how to say it.

"I oversee everything, the drugs, the people, I have a lot of people working for me. You will see just how many soon." He says
He speaks like he has said this millions of times. So calm and collected. While I'm sat across from him nearly shitting myself I'm so scared.

"Do...do you, do you kill people?" I manage to stutter.

"Sometimes, I mainly order the hitmen to do that if it needs doing but yes I have killed people in the past. I'm not proud of it but I have." He says.
At least he's being honest.

"What is Jace?" I ask without even thinking it through. Why am I even asking about him?

"Jace is a hitman and basically an assistant. His father is my right hand man. Helps me with a lot of things. I hid the business from you girls because I never want you to be included in it. I want you to be safe. This business is not safe" he begins to blabber.

My heart suddenly sinks at the thought of Jace working for my father. Hearing confirmation really didn't help.

"How do you make sure we don't find out though?"

"I send people to watch you" he sighs while running his hand across his face.

Alright, not creepy at all.
He makes people watch us.
"Who?"
"Jace watches you. And Parker was set to watch Kassy, but they ended up dating" he says easily.

Jace. Was. Set. To. Watch. Me.
The only reason he ever paid attention to me was because my father ordered him to?
What a jackass, I was actually starting to tolerate him too.
Such a shame. He had potential.

Wanker.

"I want in, I know about the business now. I'm old enough. Let me be included. I'm strong enough. If this is what our family business is, then so be it. I am family. So I will be included. I am a drug lords daughter. I have to play some important rule is this right? I don't want to kill anyone though. Nor do I want to witness murders again"

"Although you know about the business now, I will not allow you to be involved in it. It is far too dangerous."

"Dad, I had parts of someone's brain on me a few nights ago. If I was too weak to handle it don't you think I'd be where mum is by now." I feel like I have to defend myself.

"Her father was killed infront of her, there is a difference"

"How is it different?" we go back and forth.

"Because I'm the one who killed him"