All Chapters of Runaway Brat: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

"Stay safe, Ana. I'll track down the Don. Hide yourself away." Cinthye brought Ana to the east side of the Voss estate where there's less men. The loyalists of the shadow Matriarch were as sharp as the individuals she trained with long ago. In the set she had done action roles but this was not a joke. Not scripted, far from the practiced movements she was familiared with. She moved differently beneath the moonlight, she bumped into something. It put a huge palm on her mouth, Cinthye was about to flail and fight against the stranger. A whiff of wind, she smelled a familiar scent mixed with sandalwood. "It's me, little actress." Damien's baritone voice tickles her spine. Her warm body pressed on his hardened muscles. Cinthye held his hand, pulling it down seconds later. He brought her somewhere and pressed something on the wall. It opened and he quickly shove themselves inside in a blink of an eye. Then, they were inside a room full of monitors, two maps. One digital and interactive

Her heartbeat quickening, Cinthye gasp for breath. The trembling of her limbs were evident, a sliver of her memory surge in and hit her hard like a ten wheeler truck. "I have to get—" Before she could move, Cinthye felt presence around her. With the dagger Damien gave her, her movements were agile waiting for the assault from her opponents. "You're fast just like her." A voice speaked from her behind, she immediately recognized the shadow Matriarch. Cinthye did not hesitate, the blade of her dagger pressing on the skin of Shadow Matriarch."Who are you talking about? Where is Damien?" Her voice sharp just as the dagger she weilds. "You have grown into a fine woman child." The Shadow Matriarch trailing her finger on the other edge of the blade, somehow this all felt familiar. This place, this moment feels like a deja vu. Twisted to manipulate her response. The actress in her kicked in survival mode, Cinthye was honed under pressure situations. She forced herself to breathe. "Why d

"The crew is waiting." Romnick says, his hand motioning the corridors. Her brow shoot up, what is this man up to now? "What crew?" Cinthye couldn't help but ask, the Matriarch nodded in confirmation to Romnick. "The people who remained royal and the individual meant for a new generation of enforcers to help sustain the balance." Then realization stricked Cinthye, her eyes roamed around the chambers. Now each life is on her hands, she is accountable for everything. These people would train and hone her to be the leader fit for the position. For the legacy that will passed down to her by blood. They are willingly protecting her with their lives and perhaps if time demands it...die for her. The responsibility becomes a heavy burden on her shoulders. For the first time in her entire existence, this wasn't just about putting an act to ensure her survival. It's not forming another escape plan. This was no longer about Damien. The is the true Cator legacy. A throne soaked in blood. Cinth

"Move." Cinthye demanded, holding the dagger between her hand and her hazel eyes icy cold. The room felt silent. "No." The shadow matriarch interjected. "You think training matters right now? Shadow Matriarch open your eyes, we are I crisis. This is not a matter limited to Cator family but to the ties of the entire mafia syndicates. You speak of balance yet doing nothing for sustenance or defense I have failed to contemplate whether you deserve your position or not. I am not merely speaking in the voice of my own perspective, my husband is getting himself killed by rivals and do you expect me to sit here and watch everything crumble before my eyes?" James stepped in front. "What is your plan, young matriarch?" A smirk spread on her lips, sheathing the dagger back on her leg strap. "I, the young matriarch, summon my loyalists, subjects and any present clan representative to the conference chamber." Cinthye did not look back and walked towards the path she is meant take. "You're

Romnick raised his brow. "What the heck does Damien had to do with this?" "Precisely." Cinthye responded as an agreement. It was ridiculous, she knew their fate was knitted together in the very beginning but not like this. Her mother, the shadow matriarch could not be the reason why Damien had lost his own parents. His mother was heartbroken because of her mother's death which was fabricated and she was now standing here probably about to tell the truth along with white lies to keep everything from shattering. James furrowed his brows together in wonder. Nicholas continued navigating through codes, possibly looking for missing records. "That's impossible." James murmured under his breath. Cinthye scanned Nicholas who looked like he knows he just found something horrifying. It just made it much worse. Nicholas zipped his lips shut despite knowing he could have helped in stabilizing the tension. "Nicholas." Cinthye warned. Nicholas immediately averted his eyes away, the muscle in h