Beware Of Mr. Amnesiacs

Thirteen: The mafia

Shia stared lazily at the men who dragged her by force. His legs felt tired after the escape that ended in vain. His intention was to search for Liam's whereabouts but was instead caught by the guards. He cursed the man in his heart. How could the man roam around as if the enemy's nest was his home.

“You won't put me there?” Shia pointed to a space covered in iron bars, where Lily was held before.

“The two did not tell us to do it” answered them

“Just use your initiative”

“We just run command”

Shia closed her mouth, holding back the annoyance from the stiff reply of the guards dragging her. They took Shia to the left side of the barn. Right in a room without a door with a small stone logo on its wall.

“I don't think my men brought the wrong man”

Shia looked at the large figure in front of her. Behind the man were two men accompanying him on his right and left sides. The guards dragging him now pushed him violently making himself fall on the dirty turbine. Shia looked at her scuffed arm and then back at the huge figure.

“So you're Robert Clarickson”'s daughter Dalton said

“Hallo Mr. Dalton, long time no see” said Shia was too relaxed while confirming his sitting position on the floor.

“You know me?” ask Dalton

“It is easy to guess who is the chairman of the black stone” cabal replied Shia directly.

After saying that several armed men appeared and pointed their weapons at Shia. Surprised? Sure didn't. Shia had expected that the underworld mafia plotters would always exterminate outsiders who knew his identity.

“So like this black stone mafia display?”shia asked as she stared at the gunmen who covered their faces with black masks. Unlike the guards who chased Sam before.

“As much as you know” said Dalton, the man took the gun out of his pocket, pointed it right over Shia's head.

“Do you think?” ask Shia defiantly

“It seems you have not realized your position so you can joke like now” Dalton said accompanied by a creepy sneer.

“Just the opposite, because I realize my position so I can joke” Shia said while tidying up her messy hair, her attitude is very relaxed in front of this mafia gang.

“You are like Robert, even your arrogant nature is also the same”

“Based on the blood flowing in my body, it should indeed equal”

“True, then let's see your blood” Dalton cherish along with his hand that held a gun to Shia's head.

When Dalton was about to shoot Shia, a streak of shots came from behind them. All the men fell with scattered blood. Shia stared in disbelief at the shooter. This was not the escape scheme he thought in his brain.

In front there Liam stood with glittering gazes on his two blue eyes. The two men's hands were holding two different types of pistols.

For the first time in her life, Shia saw a large number of shootings carried out by only one person. Alex's words came back to his head. Is Liam not a dangerous man or is he very dangerous?

BRACKET

Liam's attention turned to Shia who had fallen unconscious a few meters in front of him. His gaze dimmed when he saw the beautiful face of the girl turning pale.

A few footsteps entered the room. It seemed that Shia's guess was wrong because the shot was not only from one person but also from a group of men in black uniforms who were now lined up behind Liam.

“Ka-Kau. ba..how could” Dalton speak with a hand that pointed at Liam shaking, he fell down due to a bullet that hit his leg. Liam filled his gun with bullets. Then he pointed it at Dalton. The grin looks on his handsome face.

“Benvenuto all’inferno”

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Jack sits in his work chair with some documents handed over by Han, the man who served as his assistant. His hands continued to shift from one paper to another. Read each of the words that were arranged in that sheet.

“What is all this?” Jack asked

“Already mister” Han replied

“Everything is too clean” Jack said in his breath.

“I also think so” Han said giving his opinion.

“What about Dean? Is there anything suspicious he's doing?” Continue Jack

“No Sir. But there is the latest news from the black stone” mafia said Han shifted the topic

“Black stone, why with them?” ask Jack.

“Their leader was found lifeless in the former oil warehouse of company B of Dallas city this morning”

“I think they're looking for a problem with the wrong person” exclaimed Jack before refocusing on the file in his hand. Scanning more about the plane crash that happened to her son.

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Shia opened both of her eyes, staring at the ceiling of the room which was familiar to her. Trying to sit down, Shia felt a dizzy feeling in her head. Before long Liam entered with a bowl of water and cloth in his hand.

“You have a fever” said Liam when he was sitting on the edge of the bed. Slowly Shia twitched away, the memory of Liam shooting Dalton's men and the murderous gaze clearly filled his brain.

Shia avoided him and Liam realized that. The blue bead looked at his hands and then turned to look at Shia who did not want to look at him.

“Maaf” Those words made Shia turn her head. Liam's body trembled and Shia could not bear to let him. He was weakest with someone's plea, because it was the same as his past.

Slowly Shia approached and grabbed the sturdy body in her arms. Shia could feel Liam's body stiffening for a moment before finally the two burly hands wrapped around his waist with his head resting on his shoulders.

“Hideou” said Shia when she realized the bandage on Liam's head was open.

“I don't need it anymore" Liam said in the same position.

“What really happened?” shia asked as she gently rubbed Liam's back

“I don't like them poking you with that gun, so I shot him” Liam replied sounding innocent. Unlike Shia who lost her words due to Liam's unexpected confession. Shia keeps Liam's body away.

“You know how to aim?” Shia asked while looking at Liam. Trying to investigate the look on the man's face. But Liam's face remained calm and flat even though his gaze was faint, the blue bead looked wet.

Liam was silent, the man was still down. Even he forgot that his goal was to compress Shia because the girl rejected him.

Only the sound of clockwork filled the silence between the two. Liam grabs Shia's hand yet to be brushed off, Liam clasps Shia's hand tightly, while Shia just keeps quiet and busy with what's on her mind.

“Liam, may I speak?” asked Shia who Liam belonged to.

“What do you remember?” Shia asked back.

“I think I remember something about pistol” replied Liam who made Shia petrified. His feelings said something was wrong.