B.L.O.O.D (BlackRose)
Aqila (Gathering back 2.)
James Taylor Pov's.
“ I don't know whose name is Aqila, so you better let me go. “
I tried to thrash as hard as I could, but it turned out that the rope bond was firmer than I thought. I looked for a gap, reached the knot of the rope in order to untie the rope, or at least loosened a little but the result was nil.
“ Still trying to escape turns out. “ the man in front of me grinned. “ You know James, I have no intention of hurting anyone here. So don't defy, or the old woman is in danger. “
I looked at the man with a look of disdain. “ What are you going to do with my mom.? “
“ Mother, huh..., you acknowledge the woman who never gave birth to you. “ The man approaches, I look into his hateful blue eyes. I felt like I'd seen those eyes before, but I brushed them off. There's no way that even this guy seems to be twenty-five, there's no way he's my father.
“ Fuih.” I spat in his face, it seemed like he did not receive your treatment and hit me in the face very hard, making my nose bleed.
“ You don't seem to know who you're dealing with, what I don't know about you.” The man pulled my hair tightly, making my face turn to the right. “ You see the mark behind your ear, it turns out you're Jonathan Smith's son. A big-time mobster, and your mother must be Linzy Morell, a whore from New York. And the old woman you called mom was Linzy's sister-in-law Jessica Taylor who was kicked out of the house for carrying a baby boy without a father. Even to this day Jessica never married, it's a shame. “
I stared at the glint of light in the man's eyes, which looked more like a lament full of regret. I was curious and confused, a secret I had been keeping for years. No one should have known about it but me, and mom. The man in front of me he knows everything, I've never even met him. Or maybe he was one of my father's sons.
“ From where do you know that?, you are indeed great sir. Alright I'll help you on condition, never involve my mother. And you have to give him protection. “
“ I agree, Hey you.., let him go. “
They let me go and the man shook my hand and patted me on the shoulder kindly. “ my brother's right decision, you can call me by my last name. Smiths. “
What the fuck, this guy's surnamed Smith. Which means my earlier estimate was correct, he was the son of Jonathan Smith who was also my father.
“ You're his son too?. “
“ Yes just like you, only he raised me. Honestly, I really wanted you to be taken care of by him, but the old woman forbade me, because she wanted you to continue the ideal of being a cop, rather than getting involved with the mafia. You know I love you very much, and the money Ms has always had. Taylor was partly a father's gift. “
I felt touched by Smith's explanation, slowly my heart felt warm. The man who abandoned me turned out to be very dear to Me, I saw Smith's originally hateful eyes begin to soften. We walked towards the balcony, I looked towards the tower of Elisabeth Tower or commonly known as the Tower of Big Ben towering. It turned out that I was in Westminster about three hours from my house in Yorkshire, Smith poured me some brandy. I who had been holding back my thirst for drinking it with just one find, The fresh taste of brandy made my face flushed a little and made me re-energized.
“ Can you tell me where dad is now?. “
Smith leaned over while playing with a cigarette he was holding, Smith smoked his cigarette and let the smoke billow with the dawn.
“ Dad is gone. “ Smith sucking and exhaling back cigarette smoke. “ Father murdered Robert's men five years ago, And Aqila is Robert's only child. That's why I wanted to catch the girl, and make Robert turn himself in. I want to avenge my father. “
My eyes focused on looking at Smith's tightly clenched hand, as if all the power he was pouring into his right hand. I also felt indignant knowing that, and I again remembered the incident where my mother almost died in the hands of Aqila.
“ Turns out father and son are the same. “
Smith's gaze began to turn toward me. “ Why, what did the girl do?. “
“ Aqila poisoned my mother, I mean Miss Taylor. He gave a lot of morphine that made the mother overdosed, lucky for his life managed to survive even though some nerves were slightly disturbed. “
I felt Smith looking at me with pity. “ You know my brother, we have the same mission. Help me restore Aqila's memory, after which you are free to punish her. “
The atmosphere became silent for a moment, before it was split apart by a woman who knocked on the door and entered approaching us.
“ Login. “ Smith said.
I watched this woman, no more than twenty-five years old. Her hair was shoulder-black, with brown eyes and thin lips and breasts raised upwards. Makes me think about crazy things in bed, huh.. It seems like a man my age already has a wife or at least a boyfriend. The woman was aware of my gaze, her face was blushing with embarrassment, I think she liked me too.
“ Sir, the girl is awake, what should I do?. “
“ Good sir. “
The woman walked towards the exit, I noticed the back of her body. Her curves are almost perfect, with large hips and a rounded butt in a tight-fitting skirt that makes every curve of her body visible. Smith apparently noticed my movements, and he started teasing me.
“ Sexy girl is not, are you married or.. “
“ No, I am still single. “ I said it with a little embarrassment, strange indeed men aged almost thirty-two years have never been in a relationship with women.
“ I think you'll fit in, she's the new secretary. If you want you can take her to lunch or take her to your house tonight. “
“ hahahahha, you joking distance from here to my house takes almost four hours. After all, a young woman like her doesn't fit in side by side with an old man like me. “
“ Fight.., this. “ Smith threw a brown envelope filled with money at me.
“ What is this?. “
“ Money belongs to father, only a little compared to his abundant wealth. I think your name is in the will so you have the right to use it. “
I opened the envelope, not playing. It was probably almost five hundred million dollars, it turned out my father was very rich. I wanted to reject him, because all this time it turned out that I was also living off of father's treasure. So it's good that I struggle to support myself.
“ I don't think I can take it, I still have enough money in savings to survive. “
“ that if you carry a wallet. “
I checked my pocket, it's true that I was brought here just by wearing a T-shirt and shorts without carrying a penny. “ Well, this time I received the money. Thank you, man. “
“ For the sake of father's revenge. “
We toast as an omen at the beginning of our hunt. In the afternoon I was invited to meet Aqila, I went into the room Aqila was quite sad. His body was full of wounds and bruises, as he tried to remove the rope wrapped around his body. His eyes and mouth were covered in black cloth, his body constantly wriggling. Pity began to appear, but soon I remembered the bad things he did five years ago. Aqila was silent and aware of our presence, she again thrashed while muttering indistinctly.
“ Open her blindfold and mouth, let her see James. “
Just now his mouth was opened Aqila immediately issued a curse to us.
“ You bastard, what are you guys doing to me. Untie me. “
“ Hutssss..., quiet dear. “
Smith walked up to her and held Aqila's cheek gently, while I was still standing by the door.
As soon as the blindfold came off he looked at Smith with a look of disdain, and then spat at her.
“ What the fuck, you traitor. “
“ Dear I brought someone who will make you want to cooperate with me. “
Smith gave the code for me to get closer, I walked up to them and Smith shifted so that Aqila could see me clearly. I had a moment of doubt as to whether he was Aqila or someone else who resembled her. I saw his eyes that were looking down on me, I was surprised not to play. Those eyes, like two drops of coffee on top of milk. The black eyes that were staring at me five years ago with fear and uneasiness, the black eyes that were staring at the moment the mother was poisoned, without guilt. Our eyes met for a few minutes, all the images of the past rushing through my head like a kaleidoscope. This is right, this girl is Aqila.
“ How James?, this girl is right Aqila is not. “ Smith looked at me with curiosity
“ Yes, he's the one. “
(James Pov - end. )
