Chapter 5

Nico:

“What do you mean you can’t find her?” I gritted my teeth, my useless, stupid men told me they couldn’t find her anywhere! 

“We don’t even know if that’s her real name, we don’t even know what she looks like…” Vox said, but I shot him one deadly glare, making him wish he hadn't opened his mouth.

“I don’t give a fuck, you will find her and bring her to me!” I took a few steps toward Vox, “You know I don’t like to repeat myself” I growled, placing my hand on his shoulder, I tightened my grip, watching him wince in pain, but can’t even protest or dare to move my hand away.

“Now leave!” I roared, massaging my temples as I watched them rushing back toward the van. I clenched my jaw, blaming myself for the thousandth time. I've been looking for her for like a month, but it was as if she just disappeared, gone, or never existed.

I haven’t seen her since that morning. How was I supposed to know that she wasn’t just some ordinary girl I spent the night with? How was I supposed to know that she’s so dangerous, acting like she wasn’t affected by me?

I walked toward the house I was raised in all my life, lighting a cigarette and drawing in a deep breath of a smoke. I was wondering why he called me. Our last meeting didn’t  end well. I inhaled deeply, as a lot of thoughts kept wrestling in my head.

I just couldn’t remove her from my head,  maybe someone sent her to me, maybe an enemy…She was a virgin after all, what kind of a virgin would want to think to come to a place like that? I thought she was there for money, but after I couldn’t find my flash drive, it was so fucking hard to believe that.

Someone definitely sent her to me, just to steal that flash drive away!

I threw away the cigarette as I saw him “Son” . He greeted me, then started to walk toward me. There was a wide smirk up his face.

“Yeah, yeah…You missed me, I missed you. Can we just skip to the part where you tell me what's making you so happy?”  

“Right after you tell me what’s taking all your attention.” He was starting to get serious, but I placed my hands inside my coat pockets. Shrugging my shoulders “Nothing” I replied with a bored tone.

“You know what was so hard about raising you?” My father asked, but I rolled my eyes at him, annoyed by the upcoming lecture he was about to give me.

“No one could tell when you were lying or telling the truth” He answered  his own question, a serious look on his face as his eyes scanned me from head to toe.

I hated that look, he was suspecting something. Not that I cared anyway, but he’d only make my work harder, I didn’t love to share news with him anyway.

“Even me, your father,” He added, his eyes still fixed on me.

“What I do is my business. Let’s just keep it that way” I said while I made a few steps toward the small table by the pool, pouring out some of the pink drink in the bottle, not sure what it was, but I had hoped it was strong.

“I need to know, I might consider giving you some help” My father was more curious, but I rolled my eyes before taking a sip of the cold drink. The burning feeling that left in my  throat made me ignore his  sentence. Not for too long though.

“Well?” He couldn’t just leave my ass alone.

“You won’t have to worry about it. If I ever asked for your help, please cut my throat!” He saw that coming, because I could see him shake his head.

“I have great news,” My father said, capturing my attention. I put the glass back on the table.

“The butcher” I raised an eyebrow the moment he pronounced our enemy’s name.

“He’s chasing after something, something very important” My father started to explain.

“What are you talking about?” I narrowed my eyes.

“You remember when I told you his wife was dead?” My father reminded me, and I nodded my head, I nearly smirked when I remembered how shocked I was knowing that someone like The Butcher was married. Who would want to share a bed with that maniac?

“Yeah?” I took a closer step toward him.

“Apearently he has a daughter” I shrugged, “Yeah, I know” I interrupted him. After I heard about The Butcher’s wife, I did my  homework, but because our enemy’s identity was a big mystery to us, I couldn’t get more information.

“Good, that’s what The Butcher is haunting”  I narrowed my eyes, tilting my head, “Why would he haunt her? She’s his daughter”

“A little birdie told me why The Butcher’s wife and daughter were hiding in our territory,” I listened intently as he started to explain.

“Aparently, they dumped his ass right after they discovered his real work” I nodded, “Why don’t you just kill the guy already,  and stop wasting our time?” I began to walk, and just as I was walking past him, his words stopped me.

“Because he had done a huge damage to our territory for the past five years.” My father was  right, The Butcher had done terrible things…I  sighed and nodded in agreement.

“What do you want?” I questioned.  There were times I couldn't tell what was running inside his  head.

“I already made him feel the pain once,” He smirked  devilishly. I looked at him suspiciously.

My eyes widened at the realization. “Father, please don’t tell me you killed his wife!” I saw the smirk on his face  growing wider.

Fuck!

The  old man went crazy! He knew by doing such a move, he wasn't only breaking our truce with The Butcher, but also angering his friends, and there were  too many of them to count on fingers.

“He’s asking for a meeting. I assume he wants to ask for permission to stay longer” My father stopped, realizing he revealed too much information.

“What? He didn’t leave after his wife’s funeral?” I clenched my fist and shot him a deadly glare.

“He did, but was back a few days ago” His answer made me even angrier.

“Last time I met him I warned him that if I saw his face one more time, I’d let his body rot down my basement!” I reminded my father of our last meeting, they both shook hands on that silly truce, while I called it bullshit!

“We needed this truce, so did he!” I shook my head, “You think he wouldn’t find out about that?  About you killing his wife? It wouldn’t take so long before he finds out! Our heads would definitely make a nice collection on his walls!” I spat. 

We’ve heard a few stories about his so-called art, including how much he enjoyed collecting  heads.

My father sighed, he knew I was right, but too fucking stubborn to admit it.

“Even if he finds out, he won’t be able to do anything” I raised my eyebrow toward him. I’d hoped he wasn’t referring to the flash drive Catherine stole from me. If that was her real name.

“You look so sure” I shot him a questioning look.

“Why do you think I called you? I need you to kidnap his daughter.” He ordered, but I only smirked.

“You keep forgetting that I don’t take orders from you anymore” I reminded him. Though it didn’t take me long to nod my head. Maybe it wasn’t a bad idea after all. He was our enemy, and after what my father did to his wife, The Butcher wouldn’t stop until we paid…Although there was one   small problem; where the fuck was I supposed to find her?