Chapter 30 Thirty
The room was empty and only a single chair sat in the middle. A solitary window as small as a three months old baby stood a few metres close to the ceiling and was the only source of light to the room.
Amy seated on the chair, hands and legs bound and a bomb round her waist. Normally, the young girl would be bold, but in this situation she couldn't. Her eyes glistened from fresh tears.
“Hello, pretty, do you know me?” Lucian asked squatting to reach her height. “I've seen you around, I guess,” she wept, a few strands of hair stuck to her sweaty face.
“Seems like daddy didn't tell you about me_” he scoffed, wiping her tears. He continued. “_ but I'll tell you who I am, sweetheart. Let's say I'm daddy's only close cousin.” Her eyes widened, she didn't want to believe him, and even if she did, he wasn't going to free her.
“Then why did you abduct me! Did daddy do something wrong?”
Lucian stood and began walking around her. “Dylan did a lot of bad things to me and I'm just doing you a favour. I'll let you go just after my bullet passes through his brains!” Amy shuddered, her face turned pale from fear. He wanted to kill her father.
“What did he do?! Daddy doesn't owe people” She demanded to know.
“ You see, he is a selfish bas…” he held his mouth then grinned. “I keep forgetting you're a child. Your daddy is selfish and thinks only of himself. He ran away the night his own father died, so everyone thought he killed him. I mean it was a good thing the old man died, but the naive boy ran away. After so many years, your father returned to the business, he had made a name for himself and I'll give him that. But guess what? The bitc… he turned away from his family although he knew we suffered the same thing. He left his brothers, and even his own mother…”
“That's not the reason you want us dead. You want what my father has, but you won't get it!” Amy screamed at him. Lucian stopped to face her, he tilted her chin so their eyes would meet. “You're just as smart as he is, darling. It pains me that you'll end up like him, leaving the people who are so dear to you.”
“Daddy wouldn't leave those who really love him, I know it.”
Lucian bursted out laughing, he held his stomach to stop. His face suddenly turned serious. He pulled out a gun from his belt and examined it. “Oh, but he killed the women he loved. Anastasia, your mother and Annie? He wouldn't even come to save you.” Tears rolled down from Amy's swollen eyes. “Daddy won't abandon me. He can't!”
A sinister smile creeped its way to Lucian's lips, he pulled the trigger for about five seconds or more before letting it go. He watched as the bullet hit the wall making a big bang.
Amy shut her eyes tightly.
“We'll see about that, Amelia Xavier.”
“You know the plan, Mr Winters?” Dylan looked at him, he nodded. “You can't even welcome me, I came all the way from Paris! Still the same self centered person.” Dylan rolled his eyes putting his gun into his inner suit pocket. “It's just business,” he muttered and took a pocket knife from the desk and hid it somewhere in his trousers. “It's more than business now, Dylan,” Mr Winters called him by his first name, surprising him.
Their plan was simple, Dylan would go in alone and make sure his weapons were well hidden. Then, Winters and his team would take down Lucian's men before joining him.
“This, Dylan, is personal and not business, let's get going and be careful. That your cousin is a fox,” Mr Winters cautioned.
“Don't you trust me again, Mr Winters?” The old man laughed, “strangely, I do.”
Dylan snorted, he was going to save his daughter and kill that goddamned man. The evening held hope and good feelings.
Lucian's basement wasn't at his house like most people. The building stood in the deep woods so that anyone who screamed for help wouldn't be heard.
Dylan reached the basement, his cousin's men watching him closely. One wrong move and he would be with his father. “Is it here?” He asked and the guard nodded. But before he could enter, the man pointed his gun at him to stop.
“I’ll have to run a quick sweep on you. You goddamned Xavier's always have something up your sleeves.” Dylan raised his hands in submission. “That's what we do best, bastard!”
Before his brain could send warning signals, Dylan, with a single shift, broke his neck.
“Goddamned Xavier's you say,” he muttered, dusting invisible dirt from his dark suit. He entered the basement half expecting to meet his cousin, Lucian, probably sitting on the floor beside Amy waiting for him.
“Luc… Amy?” He glanced at his daughter. There was no Lucian, just Amy, her mouth was gagged and her hands tied to a chair.
…Be careful
Dylan remembered what Mr Winters had said. This was a trap, but he was overwhelmed. His daughter who he had wanted to protect from the evil of this world was tied to a chair, a bomb round her waist. He could see the fear in her eyes.
Annie was right, Amy was the only reason he hadn't ended his life, having lost Anastasia, he had swore to protect his daughter at all cost. But he had ended up killing the woman he claimed to love and now Amy.
Dylan moved forward not caring if it were a trick or not. Amy mumbled something shaking her head.
“Daddy! Don't come any closer, it's a trick,” she mumbled, shaking her head. “I'm coming Amy,” he muttered.
Dylan was a few metres close to his daughter, but she kept shaking her head. Suddenly, she stopped moving and stared behind him. “Daddy, behind you!” She mumbled, but he wasn't listening.
There was a loud bang behind him. Dylan turned swiftly. A man standing with a gun dropped dead on the floor, blood spilling from his head.
Dylan looked up from the man. “You can be so careless, Mr Xavier,” the person said. At that moment, he came back to his senses.
“Annie!”