Chapter 6 Loose Lips and Cold Bodies
Blood Clan
"That bitch!" Marshal slammed his fist on the table, causing his men to flinch.
News of his wife and mother-in-law’s deaths had just reached him through one of his informants. He had also received a distress message from a bodyguard about an attack on the mansion. He had trusted the underground escape route and his guards to handle the situation.
But she had outsmarted him.
"That little bitch read my moves and stayed two steps ahead," he growled, pacing like a caged animal. The men in the cold, dimly lit room remained silent. They knew better than to speak when Marshal was in this state. One wrong word could cost them their heads.
He placed a pipe between his lips and was about to light it when his phone rang.
“Hades,” he answered in a deep, rough voice.
“The police have sealed off the scene. No one is allowed in. Some of the maids are being questioned,” Hades reported.
“And the bodies?”
“They’ve been taken to the morgue.”
Marshal rubbed his temple and exhaled sharply. “Fine. Get back here safely. Don’t let them notice you.”
“Yes, Boss.”
He ended the call and turned to the men standing rigidly before him. They were hungry for blood, eager for a death mission.
“The Wolves Clan has struck again. That little girl is testing my patience. She’s always two steps ahead, but not this time.” His eyes darkened with rage. “I want revenge.”
He paused, scanning their faces. “But first… doesn’t it seem strange that the Wolves knew exactly where my family was hiding?”
No one spoke.
A cruel smirk twisted his lips as he pulled out his revolver, spinning it slowly in his hand. “Or maybe… there’s a mole among us?”
Still, silence.
“Can someone fucking speak?!” he roared, sweeping ammunition and documents off the table with a loud crash.
The door opened behind him.
“Dad…”
Marshal turned. Donald stood there, eyes red from lack of sleep and barely contained fury.
Without hesitation, Donald raised his gun and fired at a woman whose fingers had been fidgeting nervously. The bullet struck her forehead, and she dropped dead instantly.
The room went deathly silent.
“What the hell was that for?!” Marshal yelled.
“That bitch sold us out,” Donald spat. “She was the only one who knew Mum’s location besides me.”
Marshal narrowed his eyes. “And how did she find out?”
“I told her,” Donald admitted, running a hand through his hair. “She drugged me. Got me to spill everything. I have the footage. She thought I was unconscious, but the camera in my room caught it all.”
Marshal’s jaw tightened. “You should have told us before killing her.”
“We already know who she was working for,” Donald replied coldly. “Lady Mafia. There’s no need for investigation. Any other mole in our midst will taste my bullets too.”
He stormed out of the room.
Marshal dismissed the rest of the men, who quickly scattered. Two stayed behind to dispose of the body while maids came in to clean up the blood.
A new message popped up on his phone:
“Your son was taken along with them. Evans.”
Marshal scoffed, shaking his head. “That idiot…”
Donald’s POV
I slammed the door to my room so hard the walls shook. Rage burned through my veins as I yanked open my drawer, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, and lit one. I smoked furiously, puffing thick clouds into the air.
God damn you, Kyla.
My mother and grandmother were dead — all because I let that bitch get close to me. She drugged me and squeezed out information like a professional. If my father doesn’t crush the Wolves Clan this time, then I will.
I wasn’t weak anymore.
That little thing had humiliated me once before, back when we were in school. I never knew she was the daughter of a Mafia lord, and she didn’t know who I was either. But that encounter changed everything.
Flashback
“Let her go.”
A sharp female voice cut through the abandoned music hall. I looked up from the struggling girl beneath me.
A girl dressed in black pants, a white shirt, and a leather jacket stood a few meters away. She wore a face cap and black sneakers. My friends stopped cheering and turned to stare at the intruder.
I smirked, releasing the girl temporarily. “Why should I stop? You want to play hero? Or maybe you want to take her place?”
The girl didn’t flinch. She signaled for the victim to come to her.
“Who the hell are you?” I shouted.
She took off her jacket and cap, revealing a ponytail and a strikingly beautiful face. “What if I do want to take her place?”
My blood heated up. I gave my friends a signal. They cracked their knuckles and moved toward her.
Big mistake.
She moved like lightning — punching, kicking, and dropping both of them before they could land a single hit. Then she came for me.
We fought hard. She was faster and more skilled than I expected. Her kicks felt like steel. After a brutal exchange, she pinned me to the ground, choking me until my vision blurred.
She leaned close, eyes cold. “The next time you lay your filthy hands on any girl in this school, consider yourself dead.”
She slapped me hard across the face and walked away, leaving me bleeding on the floor.
That day, I became a laughing stock. I vowed revenge, but my father shipped me out of the country shortly after.
Present
I crushed the cigarette butt and lit another one.
I wasn’t that weak boy anymore. Years of training in my father’s clan had turned me into something much deadlier. If Kyla thought she could keep toying with my family, she was wrong.
The ringing of my phone snapped me out of my thoughts. I had smoked three cigarettes in one go. My eyes were probably bloodshot.
It was Amazon — my girlfriend, or more accurately, my fuck buddy.
