Chapter 45
Kay
Who the fuck killed him?
I understand I'm not the only enemy he has, but I thought he joined the Russians.
"Grayson?" the woman mumbles in alarm, and I look at her sceptically
Of course, she knows him; who doesn't?
"I have been trying to put him away for so long; he deserves it," she mumbles, and I wonder if she will try anything with us.
" Do you know about us?" I can't help but inquire.
She looks at me, unsure before talking," I know Ace, but I didn't know you were his daughter."
Did she know about his normal business or the underground one, too?
"Listen, honey," she grabs my hand, and I look into her eyes. " I just learnt about the other side when I got here, don't worry, I know better not to talk or do anything," she whispers, and I nod.
Good, because when it comes to my dad, I will not care if I like her or not.
I need to call him or Carl; they should know something. I'm sure my dad has a spare phone in his room.
"I will be right back," I say, rushing to my dad's room.
After rummaging through his drawers, I come across an iPhone with a new SIM card.
My father knows whatever I want without me even asking, and I don't know what I will do without him.
Immediately, I dial his number, which is already saved in the new phone.
"Dad, I just saw the news," I mumble when he picks up.
"Yes, honey. We are looking right at it, we followed Ana here," My father carefully whispers back.
Did she kill him?
I sit on one of the sofas in his room and look out through the window." Do you think she did it?" I whisper lowly, but I know he can hear me.
"I'm not sure, but we are gonna find out. It happened in one of his clubs." How is Grayson connected with the Master?
Is he perhaps the Master?
Maybe I should talk to River.
"Have you talked to Carl?" I eagerly ask my father.
I have this unsettling feeling. Carl left when mad, and people can easily get hurt when they are angry.
"Oh, about that, Carl and the boys went after the Russians," he says calmly, but I feel like my world is about to crumble.
I hop out of the seat in panic. Did he go after the Russians? That's so fucking dangerous, does he wanna die?
"You are kidding, right?" My voice quivers, and I feel distress in my chest.
Why didn't he tell me? Better still, why did he take such a rushed decision?
"He just called, I'm sorry, honey," he says softly
"When are they coming back?" I ask, hoping lacing in my voice. Praying it will take a day or two.
"I'm not sure, princess. Carl is unpredictable when he's mad. Let's hope for the best."
Fuck.
I hang up and immediately dial Carl's number. The call goes straight to voicemail, and I feel like I will die.
Was the attack that bad?
I don't even know Theo's number or someone else's.
That means the two brothers are going to face each other since Rico works for the Russians.
I just pray no one gets hurt.
I stroll to my room, my mood completely ruined. How could he do that?
He wasn't even prepared. What if something happens to him?
I open the door, and I'm not even surprised by the flowers on my bed.
This place must be haunted because how else will someone just enter a guarded house and do whatever they wish?
I scowl at the note but read it anyway.
'Did you like my gift, princess? I just learned what the old fuck did. How could someone tarnish such a lovely flower? See you soon.'
I sigh, slumping on the bed.
So Grayson is not the Master.
Someone else is, and he is the one who killed him.
This simply means the Master has been watching me for a very long time. What should I do?
Remembering I have River's number, I quickly stand up to search for the card he gave me.
I will just call him and act shocked at his father's death, then offer my condolences.
I'm shocked anyway, I was supposed to end him.
Then maybe later, I will ask if they know who killed him, and I will know who the master is.
I find his card on the table and quickly enter the digits.
River looked like a very strict person when I met him. I hope he picks up.
Many people always ignore unknown numbers, myself included.
"Yes," a gruff voice speaks up from the other side on the second ring.
That was so first.
"River, hi." I make sure my voice is so soft and sweet. I'm a sweet person anyway, I don't have to try hard.
"Who is this?" he strictly asks, and I almost groan.
Fuck, what did I tell him my name was? I keep lying, and it's hard to remember every name I use out there.
"We met at the ball, remember? You gave me your card." That is better.
"Princess, I'm sorry. I'm just stressed out." his voice softens immediately.
Wait, wait, did he just say, princess? I don't remember telling him that.
Did he figure it out, or was he playing pretend all along?
" Mmh yeah," I mumble softly, not knowing what else to say. This is really suspicious.
Bitch knows me. He knew all along.
Fuck him.
"What can I do for you?" he asks when I remain quiet.
" I just saw the news, and I'm really sorry for the loss." Well, I feel nothing close to sorry.
If anything, I'm delighted the fucker is dead.
"It's okay, so it took his death for you to call me?" he asks, and I can't tell if he is serious or not.
So he was expecting my call.
"No, I was kinda sick, I'm not fully recovered yet." It's true
"I know, I was just pulling your legs," he chuckles, and I roll my eyes.
Pulling my legs? And how the fuck did he know I was damn sick?
I'm convinced this creepy fucker knows me.
" Okay," I say, getting ready to end this stupid conversation.
" Can we have dinner, please? I will feel better if you come," he hopefully mumbles
Should I meet him?
I should, and I will carry every weapon I own with me.
"No problem, I will let you know when I'm in the position," I hesitantly say before ending the call.
I try Carl's number again, but it goes to voicemail.
Please keep him safe, God.
Be safe, please.