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