Sweet Revenge part 1

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-2- Jaleena

Thirty minutes later I know there's more to it than a day filled with shopping. I'm in the back of the car with Michael at the wheel and two extra bodyguards. Normally there is only one when I have to leave the house. The fact that we have been driving for twenty minutes also makes it suspicious.
I rummage through my bag and pretend to look for my lipstick. I see minion number two looking at me from the corner of his eye.

"Could you hold this for me?" I ask him while holding my lipstick up to his face. He looks at the lipstick as if it might explode at any moment. Not a bad idea though.

I roll my eyes at him. "Dude. It's just lipstick. I need to find my mirror." I scoff.

I continue rummaging through my bag and as I look for the small mirror that is always inside, I gently wipe my fingers over the hidden part where I put my knife in just before we left. Every time I leave the house I get searched, just like my bag. I'm surprised they didn't find my knife. My father speaks highly of them, but I know better. They're idiots.

I grab my mirror from my bag and hold my hand up while I wiggle my fingers.

"My lipstick please," I tell him.

He hands me back the little item and while I touch up my lipstick, I watch the man next to me out of the corner of my eye.

"Where are we going? I know we're not shopping today. We passed the mall ten minutes ago." I ask him.

He just shrugs and they all share the same look my Dad and Michael did about half an hour ago. It bugs me that I still don't know what it means.

"You'll find out soon enough. We're here." the bodyguard in the passenger seat says.

An indefinable feeling comes over me and I put my hand close to my knife. They get out of the car and in one smooth motion, I remove the knife from the hidden compartment and slide it into my sleeve. Minion number three opens my door and drags me out by my elbow. Once next to the car he grabs me by both arms and holds them behind my back. However, his grip is too loose and for the first time in my life, I am glad to be my father's daughter. Before he knows what happened the roles are reversed and with my left hand, I pull his head back by his hair and with my right hand I press my knife to his throat.
It only takes them a second to realize what just happened. They draw their weapons and aim them at my head.

"Jeleena, you don't want to do this," Michael says calmly.

I cock my head and push my knife a little harder until a small trickle of blood slides down from the tip of my knife to the dimple at the bottom of his throat.

"Mm. I think I do actually. So. Is anybody going to tell me what's going on? Because I will kill your little friend. He wouldn't be the first one and you know it." I say to him in a cold voice.

I don't say out loud that killing someone makes me sick for at least two days. I never chose this life, but I do want to live. I want to make a life for myself so I'm always being selfish and choose to kill the person my Dad wants me to kill. I need to find out why I'm here and what my Dad wants with this. Something tells me that it has everything to do with my birthday.
Michael and minion number two look at each other briefly and they holster their weapons. Michael holds up his hands like a peace offering. Yeah, right. As if that's going to make this okay. Like I said; they're idiots.

"Look." Michael starts. "Your Dad had something specially made for your birthday and you’re the only one who can get it."

I roll my eyes. He doesn't even try to come up with something believable. Again; they're idiots.

Just when I'm about to answer him there is a sound coming from behind me. With minion number three still in my grip, I turn around and when I see who is standing in front of me I feel all the color drain from my face and my body stiffens. Now I know why they've taken me to this place. In front of me, there's a man that I've seen in my father's office a couple of times. I never learned his name, but he's one of the few men that I'm genuinely afraid of. I also never learned what exactly it is that he's doing for my father, but I know it's something worse than just drug trafficking. That man is ruthless.

With Michael and minion number two behind me, I know there is no chance of escape. I close my eyes and I move my head until my mouth is next to the minion's ear. I wondered why he didn't even fight me. He's easily three times my size so he could've worked himself out of my hold. The other two had a clean shot so they also could've taken me out, but it all makes sense now.

"I'm sorry. I never wanted this life." I whisper my words from earlier in his ear and in one clean move I slid his throat. His body drops on the floor with a thud and I throw my knife next to him.
I straighten my back and like Michael, I lift my hands in front of me. The first thing I learned when I was young is that I can't show weakness to anyone. Ever. What I also learned is to pick your battles. Sometimes it's better to do nothing so you don't do anything stupid.

I take a deep breath and focus on the darkness that's always present, lurking to strike. I let the numbness slide over me and stare at the nameless man in front of me with a blank face. It suddenly dawns me has going on here. I realize I've seen it before a few years ago. I tilt my head a little and look him in his eyes.

"Lead the way," I tell him in a calm voice. He just nods, turns around and I have no choice but to follow him. I know exactly where they're taking me.

I've been sold.
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