Chapter 39: "You're not scared of me? "

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A/N: Heyy. So just a heads up that for the next 2-3 weeks, I have exams coming up so I probably will not be able to update much.


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Jackson

She abruptly stands up.

"I had to tell him_" She starts

"You had no right, Celesia. I was going to tell him" My father growls

She scoffs.

"Oh please, spare me the bullshit Escador. It's been twenty years" She hisses as him

Jordan and I turn to look at each other in slight discomfort.

"Greyson isn't my brother?" I say in disbelief

Their eyes shift to me, my mother's face falling.

"Miho, I'm so sorr_"

"It doesn't matter now, ma. What matters is that we find Mariana" I say as I stand up, completely ignoring my father.

"Do you know where he is?" I ask her

She turns to look at my raging father before turning to face me again.

"Columbia"

"Celesi_"

"Enough, Escador. Your son needs us!" She growls at him.

His face sterns.

"You have no idea what you're dealing with here. The Zinks are not a family to be fucked with. They are the largest most notorious gang in Columbia." he seriously states

I had never seen my father so serious before.

He turns to look at me.

"Mariana is dead, son_"

"Don't call me that"I say through gritted teeth

He clenches his jaw.

"Going to Colombia is the biggest mistake you could ever make. If any of the Krefs are found on their soil, they will immediately be killed" He snaps

"I don't care what it takes. I will find her" I say

Silence fills the air.

"Bogotá" My mother suddenly says

I turn to face her.

"Their main base is in Bogota, the capital city. He probably is keeping her there." She says

I smile.

"Gracias mamá. Esto significa mucho para mí."(Thank you, mum. This means so much to me.)

She returns the gesture.

"Ve a buscarla, cariño." (Go find her, sweetheart.) She says

I turn to face Jordan and nod him over.

He stands up.

"Goodbye, Mr. and Mrs. Kref. Thank you for the help" He says

"You will die, Jackson_" My father starts

"Since when have you cared about my well being, dad" I spit before storming out

We exit the house and head back into the car.

"How far is it from here to Colombia by plane?" Jordan asks me

"About ten hours" I say

"It'll take too long" He grunts in annoyance

I smirk.

"Lucky for us, I have allies there that could start the search." I say

He raises an eyebrow.

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