Chapter Forty

"Should I kill Kate here, for many times breaking our rules, and endangering the lives of our sister, Camilla?" Vivian had the gun pointed at her head. The tears Kate shed in this few minutes was enough to supply water to the city.
"Please, don't." Eleanor pleaded.
"Don't." Nancy added.
"Don't!" I added. I was already done with teaching Kate a lesson, I had a lot of things to deal with, she was the last thing on my mind.
"What do you ladies suggest we do to her?" Vivian put the gun down, and sighed compassionately. She and Kate used to be roommates, and really close.
Kate's attitude since I joined the sisterhood was wild, and even I didn't know why.
"Please discipline her." Eleanor said this with both eyes shut.
"Yes, discipline her." Nancy agreed.
"What kind of discipline do you think she needs?" I turned to face them. I didn't want anything to hurt anyone because of me.
"She won't leave the house for months." Nancy spoke first.
"She cease to be seen as a sister." Eleanor added.
"She automatically becomes our maid." Nancy spoke again.
"I can decide to do anything I want to her during the course of this time, anything but kill her."
"Isn't this too harsh?" I felt bad for her. Whatever her reasons were, maybe jealousy, or grudges, weren't valid enough to get her killed nor kicked out a gang she had worked so much for. "I mean, remember the days she gave her all for this gang." Although I wasn't here, then... I knew she must have been very devoted. Maybe she felt like I was going to steal the spotlight from her. And initially, I was planning to steal the spotlight from everyone. But currently, all I cared about was my family and my best friend.
"Kate, go to the last room, and don't come out until we ask you to." Kate stood up immediately, and ran to the last room. We heard her push it open, and we heard it jam closely.
"Why are you suddenly sweet to her?" Vivian knew I used to be the one suggesting harsh things to be done to her.
"All I care about is getting that operation concluded." I said this, and then I walked to the room I shared with Nancy, and fell on my bed.
Nancy followed me closely, she lay next to me, and peered into my face. "What's the matter, Cammie? Something is bothering you."
I would be a lunatic to tell her any of the most recent happenings in my life, but it wouldn't hurt to tell her about Shully. "Well, I have a best friend."
"Male or female?" She interrupted me, and she was sorry she did. Her eyes showed remorse, but personally, I didn't mind.
"She's a lady. A pretty young lady, with a heart of gold. She treats me like the mother I never had." I felt guilty saying that, since I had already found my mother. But I spoke on, anyways. "She would do anything to see a smile on my face. Her name is Shully."
"What does she have to do with your sad facial expressions?"
I nodded sadly. "We haven't spoken for a while now. And then, I called her, and her mom picked up. I got the worst news ever. Shully has both cancer and kidney failure."
"Gush!" Nancy exclaimed. "It must be really hard on your end."
"It is." I sighed. "Thoughts of loosing her clouds my mind. And yet, there's nothing I can do."
"Is she undergoing treatments?" Nancy sounded concerned.
"Yes, she is." I was getting really teary. "But she needs a new kidney."
"Aww."Nancy held my hand, and squeezed it kindly. "She'll be fine."
"Are you sure?" I asked her, as if she was the doctors, or she had anything to do that would help.
"Hope plays a vital role in life. Always seeing the bright of things positions you for the Goodluck. It doesn't matter what it looks like now, I want you to believe that your girlfriend will be fine."
I nodded. "Okay, I believe." I didn't believe her words completely, but I chose to hope just like she asked me to. And since affirming that Shully would be fine helped me feel hopeful that she was actually going to survive, I continued repeating it inside my mind.
"Now, tell me, Cammie. What does the Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters base look like?" I was actually at their base a few minutes ago, and it looked like a hideout, but nothing too dark.
There were pretty cushions, televisions, video games, guns of all shapes and colors, loud music boxes.
"I don't think I want to talk about that." I felt bad that I was giving her an attitude, especially because she was doing all in her power to cheer me up and see me happy. But if I answered what the hideout looked like, she would soon want to know what their lord looked like. And next, she would want to know how I found their hideout. So I just told her that I wasn't willing to talk about it.
She was calm after I gave that response, I got worried that I had hurt her. "I hope you don't mind, but please bear with me."
"I guess I understand." She smiled, and nodded. "If you don't want to talk about their hideout, that's okay. But I'm dying to know how you plan on taking them down. Like, all of them. The leader, your father, Job and the rest."
That was a brilliant question, except I had no Intentions to take them down. I had a lot of investigations to do, before I took any decisions. My phone rang, and I was grateful that It interrupted us.
But when she wasn't willing to leave the bed, so that I could speak with my mum, I answered the phone.
"Hello mum." I said, gazing into her eyes. The phone was on loud speaker, and she couldn't believe it when the caller responded. "Good evening daughter."