BRAD

"Ah, Mr. Homes you've made it," his tone is condescending as he greets me cheerfully

The man who talked was in a white suit with a red undershirt, black shoes, and a white hat, which hid his grey hair. he was stepping out of a jeep, a cheeky smile on his face.

He had wrinkles on his face that showed he was old but his body... It was built like an ox.

"Kane, what do you want?" I asked tightly.

"Can't I call my son for a chat? Even though he ran away to another country, changed his name and got married without inviting me to the wedding," he said with a fake smile on his face.

"I'm not your son. Why do you care what I do or who I marry?" I asked raising a brow.

"True but, my boy owns a billionaire company. One I have my eyes set on," he grinned sinisterly.

I stood looking at him, not at all shocked by what he said. Of course, he wanted a piece of my business... I wouldn't expect anything less from this manipulative motherfucker.

"No," I state plainly. "It's my business, I started it from the ground up and I am not going to make you destroy all I have worked for."

"We both know that's a lie," he states coolly. "Have you forgotten who raised you, who taught you all that you know and who got you your first kill?"

"Don't give me that bullshit! You let them beat me. That's all you taught me, how to take a beating."

"You ungrateful son of a-"

"I heard you the first time when you said I was your son; you don't have to tell me twice," I gritted out in anger.

"The only bitch I know is the one that you call a mother. The one that opened her legs to any willing man and did everything for money. The one that traded you for drugs!" he stated tightly, red in the face.

In one move, I grabbed him by his shirt, ready to punch him until he was black and blue. Then I heard a gun click at my head. I released him and backed away to see the man that killed my mom.

"Hi, Butch," I said bluntly.

"Daniel," he replied gruffly.

Butch was a thick man with no hair on his head and had a face like a pit bull. We used to call him shine-head but he beat it out of us.

"Daniel, you should know better I never underestimate my opponent. Now back to business, we want to use your company." Kane said straightening his suit.

"No."

"Well, straight to the point then. I can see that you don't care what happens to your wife."

That caught my attention.

"What have you done to her?" I asked emotionally.

"Nothing... yet," he smiled taking a black, disposable phone from his jacket and dialled a number. "...but I am thinking I should have her join the fun."

"Dr. Knight, are you with the girl?" he asked, looking at me and I clenched my jaw.

Dr. Knight is the only doctor available for home visits... They had our phone line tapped and rerouted my call.

"Great..." he smiles deviously. "Finish the job, rough her up a bit before you take her. It seems my son needs some persuasion..."

He hung up, gazing at me and I tried not to give him the benefit of a reaction.

"I have your wife now. You have a day to decide if you want to see your wife suffer as your whore of a mother did."

I felt the anger stir inside of me at his words. He killed my mother. Now he takes my wife and has the balls to rub it in my face! Kane must have forgotten who the fuck I am!

What happened next, took place in under a minute.

I held Butch's hand and twisted the gun out of his grasp. I punched him in his face and he fell to the ground. I ran for the gun but Butch held my ankle. I fell on my face, I turned just in time to miss the rock that was aimed at my head.

"Teach him a lesson but don't kill him. Meet up with us when you two are done," stated Kane as he slid in the black jeep coolly and drove off while we tousled.

Butch jumped on top of me with a glare and he started to punch me repeatedly.

"Just like old times, you pussy," he said as I start to spit out blood.

"So, another island girl tamed you, huh?" he asked as he punched me.

"Pretty little thing though, I wonder if when I'm done here I can get the boss to let me have her. I have a lot of plans for her," he said as he grinned.

Not gonna happen.

Suddenly I felt adrenaline run through me; I flipped him over, so I was on top. I punched him repeatedly.

His nose was bleeding and his face was black and blue as were my knuckles.

I got up off him and grabbed the gun we were tousling for while he was disoriented. I stood over him, hearing him moan and I pointed the gun at him.

"The tables turned, you piece of shit," I said as I shot him two times one in his stomach and the other in his heart.

I tucked the gun in my pants and went to my car. I reversed quickly, the tires screeched as I turned and sped onto the highway.

Shania, hold on am coming. I thought as I sped down the highway.

***

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Bromez tucked the gun into the holster strapped to her thigh and dropped her dress to cover it. She pulled her hair from its ponytail and gave it a puff.

She needed to catch him off-guard by playing the flirty neighbour.

She went through the door and down the stairs. As she reached the end of the staircase, she heard Knight.

"When did you arrive?" asked the man pretending to be a physician.

"Just a while ago. Shania is upstairs taking a nap and asked me to ask you to leave."

"Oh, I'm sorry but, Mr. Homes asked me to look after her," he said smiling at me. Fake.

"Well, you have been relieved, hotstuff." I said rather annoyed at her persistence. "Who knows maybe we can both get out of here."

He looked her up and down and was about to reply when his phone rang. Kyn took out his phone and answered, having a discreet conversation.

'Yes sir, it will be done as requested,' a deadly glint sparked in his eyes as a smile tugged on his lips.

She felt something shift in her stomach and she knew that call had something to do with Shania.

"Where did you say she-?"

She pulled out the gun, pointing it at him as he reached for the gun in his briefcase.

"Move away from the bag!" Bromez commanded as she cocked her gun. He did as she said.

"Do you know who I am?" he asked. "You will be dead before you even leave this house, bitch."

"Yes I do, you bastard. You are Kyn Knight, Professional Assassin for Drug Lord Kane... and look who is calling me a bitch. You look like a little Japanese slut with all that mascara," Bromez replied with a mocking smirk. "...and I'll kill you before I die if that's the case."

She held the gun to his head and pulled the trigger...

Click.

The gun stuck.

"Fu-" is all she could say before Kyn kicked her hard in the stomach causing her to stumble backwards.

He ran for the gun and started firing as soon as it was in his grasp. She jumped behind the sofa missing one of his bullets by an inch.

Phew, she heard as he fired continuously at me.

He must have a silencer. She had to make it to the kitchen, it is her only hope.

Bromez jumped towards the kitchen door that was to her left, screaming as a bullet grazed her right leg.

She landed on the kitchen floor rolling over to the island and hid there. She touched a special spot on the island and a keypad flipped out.

She punched in the code. 8115.

The island pushed out a drawer filled with handguns and a night vision goggle.

She could hear shells dropping to the floor.

Bromez touched another part, typed in the code and a screen came out. It had a diagram of the house, she hit the lockdown button, and the windows and doors were soon covered with iron shields.

She then pushed the light out button and the lights went out. She pulled on her goggles and grabbed the guns: two in her hands and one on the holster on her leg along with a knife.

She was ready for this.

Playtime bitch.