3. Family Affair

The Adairs, envied by their rivals because of Reynolfo Adair's glorious vision and leadership but everything has a price when people who you trusted betrayed you then he knew that his wife, Flora took the proposal of the rival's leader and reconnect with her ex-boyfriend Marcos thirty years back that caused chaos in the organization and havoc to their circle of society where leaders in four different Unit that keeps everything in balance in the Adair's organization that was passed by generations. 

"What are you waiting for? Do it," a voice said behind the other daughter of the Adair's heir said, demanding an action of immoral murder as the young girl gripped the gun in her hand. The young girl pursed her lips as she slowly curled her finger, almost touching the trigger of the gun she was holding as the man in front of her blindfolded eyes, crying and begging for his life.

"Young master! Please! I'll do better next time! I have a--," the man's plea cut off and followed by a loud sound of gunshot coming from someone behind them, a voice of humourless woman spoke. "Don't pressure my daughter, Amor," Flora's voice, in pure seriousness, came into the picture as she held her daughter's arm, pulling the little girl beside her. 

"Why are you here?" Flora said as the woman in her red body hugging dress, holding a revolver in her hand staring at the man who is lying dead on the floor with a hint of joy in her eyes dirverted her gaze to Flora before answering. "Just because, I'm bored," Amor answered with no remorse seen in her eyes, and sarcastic answer as she look at the young girl beside Flora with disappointment. 

"Where's my favorite neice? why is that incompetent brat here?" she asked, a lump in throat was suddenly stuck in the young girl's as she look at the woman in front of her, scared because of what she did earlier. "You know the tradition, Amor," the woman named Flora answered as her hand wrapped in the young girl's shoulder, protecting her daughter. 

"Screw the tradition, Flora and I want Jane to be the next in line, not this useless trash who doesn't even know how to hold a gun," full of disappointment on her words as she said the words like the young girl was not part of the family, a thought suddenly came in the young girl's mind as she looks at her Aunty leaning on the table. 

"I'll be great! I will show you! Someday you will bow down to me!" she shouted, clenching her fist with full of determination to prove her worth to the Adair's clan he mother hushed to calm her down but rage of fire in her soul is not easy as the voices inside her head was raging, screaming at her. The woman grinned as she shrug her shoulder and chukled as she was finding the girl's swear ridiculous. "Prove yourself first," the woman said before left the room, the young girl's chest raise and fall in rage as her mother who is beside her sigh, shaking her head. 

Someday, a name will make someone bow down and beg for their life, a name who will change and will be respected on Adair's clan the little girl thought to herself as she glare at the direction where the woman walk out earlier, she then turn her head to where the dead man's body who was ealier begging for his life, --- life is worthless without a purpose that's what their father thought them growing up, adored by people of their clan and everyone was afraid when they hear Reynolfo Adair, his serious and frowning face, tall and masculine physique and deep, stern voice which could make someone swallow, bow down to his feet without thinking, the little girl dreamed and had a vision of her someday to follow his father's footsteps. 

Afternoon came and she finished her lessons in the quarters, an old man probably on his fourthies walk to her direction with a proud smile plastered on his gentle face while looking at the little girl who is holding a gun with a smug look on her face. "You did good today," the man said as she touched the guns on the table. 

"I have to, I want to eleminate that bitch so bad," she hissed thinking of a murder in her head, a plan where she wants to perfect the art of killing their conning aunty--- Amor, the step sister of his father who is to entitled to this clan's welfare when in fact was banned but saved by their father, she's not in debt of life, she's just some bitch who can have her own space in this clan and want get validated, she scoffed at the thought of how ridiculous her obvious plans are. 

She wear her coat and stuck the strands of her straight blonde hair, Lane Adair is a mirror of Jane, her twin but unlike Jane, who is not interested in Adair's power and name but Lane is the opposite, she wanted the power and the respect, the satisfaction of fear as she walk between people bowing their heads as respect, the smell of sweet revenge. She then walk towards her mother's office and opened the door but her brows furrowed when she saw no one was there. Where is she? she thought as she look at the office interiors and designs, shrug her shoulder and walk outside, closing the door.

"Young lady," The man earlier mutter as he followed the young girl's direction, walking towards the corridor's and to the exit of the quarter. "Please tell Sebastian that I have some homework for him," she said, the old man bowed his head at young age of thirtheen, she learned the way and how of the clan, she mastered every bit of it but killing is not one of them as their father thought them that you aim gun when a gun is aim at you and killing someone is not an answer to every situation, except betrayal, of course.

She click her tongue as she watch Sebastian walking to her direction with a frowning face, pissed probably because here she is again annoying him-- Sebastian King, the young high ranked hunter who is son of their father's trusted hunter and the love of her life--as she imagined of him, a giggle escape on Lane's lips as she watched his messy hair getting blown by the normal day's air, a sunkissed skin, pointed nose and almost red, pouty lips wearing his usual black shirt and faded jeans looking like a bad boy in a movie. 

"What do you need, young lady?" Sebastian asked, but it was visible that he was losing his patience as he watch the young girl in front of him with a naughty grin on her face, looking at him from head down to the pair of shoes he was wearing with a dreamy eyes and smiling face. "I need something," the young lady answered looking at his face with a serious voice, gone the naughty aura she was earlier, Lane and Jane are much look like, from their hair to their toes but if you really knew who is who you can easily tell as both was witty and fan of exchanging identities when a time of need or when they're bored but mostly Lane is spending her time here in the quarter's because Jane is too busy with her life in her school and doesn't want to be part of this organization. 

"You have a head to hunt, I'll tell Koren to send the details later," she said with and evil spark on her eyes, telling him that something was different, if normal day was this like Lane would annoy him and follow him everywhere but she was distant yet naughty and all of mixed grey and black colors.

Lane placed her head in the window pane, body leaning and staring at the photo she was holding, riasing it up in order for her to watch it. Is this how perfection define? Every one had this little dirty secret they were hiding, and of course she had a lot of it from different people she wanted to get rid off. Her gaze moved to the woman who entered her mother's office, giving her an irritation. She stood up straighlty, sparing a megawatt  smile. 

“Hello, Aunt Amor, why you are here?” Lane asked, hiding the picture at her back, and walked toward the woman, giving her a peck on the cheek.

“Where is your mother? What are you doing here?” Always she had seen the displeasure on her aunt  everytime she noticed her existence.

Lane stepped forward, hiding the cuss in her mind.  “Oh, I am waiting with mom , why you are here Aunt Flora?”

Flora roamed her eyes on the area and nodded, something Lane don't understand before her Aunt glance at her.

“Nothing.” And she turned her heels  walking through the door, closing it.

Lane crumpled tightly the photo in her hand. If she was not her aunt—she sighed and walked to the coffee table grabbing her phone. Did Sebastian do his work? She clicked her tongue, and sat on the couch breathlessly.