"Ah," he started shaking his head, "I guess you found me,"

"Dad, please... don't," I pleaded, on the verge of crying. 

"Don't what?" he asked innocently.

"Leave Dylan alone," I warned, suddenly composing myself as I saw the fear and panic in Dylan's eyes.

"How about no?" he laughed.

"Why?" I asked in barely a whisper.

"Because I've always hated you two," he said glaring at the both of us turn by turn.

"What did we ever do to you!?" I screamed in his face and walked towards him threateningly.

"Hold her tight!" he ordered his men and around five or more guys held the both of my arms tightly. I struggled to get out of their grasp but it only caused them to hold my hand tighter.

"So, basically I never wanted kids," he started off clenching his teeth together, "But Katherine wanted kids! She bloody wanted kids! We used to fight every single day because of you two! I wanted her to abort you two but she was insistent! She was so stubborn! Every god damn day I used to think of how I could ever get rid of you two! But Katherine was in the way and she told me that if I even tried to get rid of you, she would leave me and go wherever you two went! She never let you two know that we were constantly fighting because of the both of you. She was in my way and I couldn't do anything. So I joined a gang, you two were so stupid that you even believed that I got a job!" he laughed for a whole minute while I was shooting daggers from my eyes.

"Time passed and I taught you how to fight because I was waiting for this. During this time I proved myself and became head of this gang. Your 'Uncle Ben' also never liked you. You're so worthless that you don't even deserve to live," he spat before continuing, "but Katherine came in the way once again and no matter how much I loved her, I couldn't let that happen. So, I started drugging her. She got weak and I threatened the doctors to tell everyone that she had a heart disease. She didn't die of heart disease, darling. She died because I poisoned her," he said ending it with a smirk.

But that was it. I had lost it. I had lost it the second he said that he was the one who killed her.

I elbowed the guy behind me using the most power I could muster up. Luckily, my hit was deadly and he fell the ground, unconscious.

Using the hand that the other guy left free, I grabbed the hair of the other man and brought it down to my knee. He stumbled a little before blacking out like the other guy. I used the same hand to punch the third one on the face really hardly.

The rage in me was uncontrollable and I saw Dylan trembling from the corner of my eye. 

"Dylan, turn around and cover your eyes," I yelled out to him. He quietly nodded and did exactly what I told him to do.

I twisted the man's arm to the extent where he loosened my grip and started screaming.

"You taught me all of this, dad. Never thought I was going to have to use it on you," I said shaking my head, "But you leave me with no choice."

I grabbed the last man's arm and kicked his face with my leg and he blacked out as well. 

I saw the smirk on dad's face fade as I managed to knock out the last one of the goons who held me. He clenched his teeth tighter and took out a knife from his pocket.

Oh darn, I didn't see that coming. Seriously? What was I expecting? He's a gang leader for goodness' sake... I should have been more aware.

But the next thing he did surprised me even more. He didn't come to me. No, instead he walked backwards with that smirk growing wider by every passing second. My eyes widened as I finally understood what he was doing. He wasn't going to hold it on my neck because he knew that I would manage to knock it off his hands before he knows it.

Instead he held it against Dylan's neck. My jaw dropped open.

"Come closer, and he's dead," he threatened.

"Leave. Him. Alone," I told him, emphasizing every word as I told him to back off. It was killing me inside, seeing Dylan like that. Not being able to protect him and putting his life into danger. I felt so helpless. But I wasn't going to back down; I wasn't going to let anything happen to him.

"Give me a reason to," he snapped.

"Are you really that weak?" I asked in a challenging tone with my eyebrows shot up. I knew this would pull a string. I just knew it.

"I am definitely not weak," he growled.

"Then fight with me," I challenged.

He raised an eyebrow at me. 

"You want yourself dead?" he smirked.

"No. I want you dead," I shot back and walked towards him. He left Dylan's neck and Dylan rubbed the spot where the knife had been pressed.

"First try to fight my strongest men and then we'll see if you're even worth fighting against," he said and with a wave of his hand around eight men appeared. All of them were muscular and tough. Dandy.

"This is not fair, don't you think? One against eight?" I raised my eyebrow at dad.

"I never said I play fair," he said shrugging before the first one came attacking me. Too bad, dad, because I've years of practice- these men are nothing compared to me.

I held my arms up as defense pushed him hard against the wall and he slid down, holding his head in pain and groaned.

The next one charged and I smashed my elbow into the side of his skull, the soft spot on the temple. He blacked out almost immediately and I smirked. I definitely wasn't expecting these fights to be so easy.

The next two came together and I yanked back my right forearm and snapped the man's neck as if it was a tree branch. The next one came almost at the same time and brought my right palm down on his nose, shattering his nose and blood flowed freely from it. 

The men behind waiting to be fought against, had equal measures of terror and fury as they stared down at their companions. I motioned for at least one of them to come and they all looked at each other before three came together. 

Apparently, the first two were way faster than the third one, so I smashed their heads together and while one of them managed to regain their composure, the other one didn't.

I socked the last one across his face but unfortunately, this gave enough time for the the guy- the one who didn't knock out- enough time to punch me. I could taste the blood in my mouth and it stung like hell, but there was no way I was going to accept defeat.

All I could see was red as I threw him a powerful blow and he was caught off guard as he didn't expect me to recover so quickly. The blow was hard enough to get his eyes roll to the back of his head and he fell with a 'thud' to the floor.

"Anyone else?" I asked, staring at the last two men expectantly.

They gulped backing away but one glare from my so-called 'father' got them stopping and they knew they had to give it a shot.

They both took deep breaths, but my dad stopped them and called them over. Confusion was evident on their face as was mine.

He whispered something in the both of their ears, and handed them something I couldn't quite decipher.

They turned around, both of them looking way more confident and gave me a clear view of what was in their hands.

Knives.

No, no, no, no... Not knives.

How was I going to defend myself with that?

One of them charged but I managed to twist his hand and he let out a scream. I slapped him a little too forcefully and he took a step back to steady himself. His headache must have been a starburst. 

The last one came at me almost too suddenly. He also had a knife. I took a step back and eyed him, wondering how I could take this tough guy in front of me down.

He came up to me and while I slid down and tripped him over my feet, he swished the knife in my direction and cut my arm. Blood oozed out of it and I let out a hiss of pain at how bad it actually stung.

I got up fast though. I wasn't going to show him that it actually hurt. Showing your opponent how weak you were is the first step of defeat.

Instead when he fell down by tripping I purposely smacked his head hard on the pavement and I could swear I heard a little crack. He got up just as fast as me although still dizzy.

I hit him with my left hand under his ribs where the sternum hurts. It paralyzed his diaphragm and he gasped and doubled over in pain. Finally, he pitched forward onto the pavement and blacked out himself.

I looked at my arm where the blood wouldn't stop falling out from and gently held it to cease the pain.

I glanced at dad and he turned out to be narrowing his eyes at me. 

"Those were one of my best men," he spat.

"Don't care," I replied smugly. "You told me to fight them."

"You-" he started about to curse when I cut him off.

"So, now do you think that I'm 'worthy' enough of fighting against you or do you need a personal invitation?" I questioned, laughing, as I mockingly raised an eyebrow at him.

"Challenging me? It's like your inviting your own death," he snapped.

"Let's see then." It was on, dad. It was on.

"Let's see," he said and then smirked.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Dylan trembling and I stared at him to grab his attention while dad wasn't looking. He saw me after ten seconds, and I gave him a look and motioned to get out and find help as no one was holding him anymore. Dad had been holding him against himself but he forgot all about him when he started arguing with me.

He seemed to get the message and he slowly went past us but dad was too busy staring at me straight in the eye to even notice. I let out a breath of relief when I saw Dylan round the corner and leave. At least he'll be safe- or at least, I hope.

"Bring it on, dad," I told him, the bitterness and venom evident in the way I spat my words. Once again, he did nothing but smirk, and I wanted nothing but to wipe it right off.

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