Chapter Forty Six

Her grey eyes peered sternly at me, my description of her went from cute to scary. "I do not like games, and you have played enough with me. I saw you when you came yesterday, and I let you get away with it because you came with someone that I can forgive. As if that's not enough, you returned again today. Good thing you didn't come with her though, I wouldn't want anything to hurt her." She paused. And gestured on me to get down on my knees, which I did without any hesitation.
She continued. "I know you have that little pistol in your pocket, let me have it." She opened her palm, stretching her arms towards me. I handed her my gun.
At this point, I was already drenched with sweat. My heart was racing, and I was thinking of how I had failed to fulfill Nancy's death wish. It wasn't about me, I really wanted to keep to the word I gave to Nancy.
The young lady in orange shirt, and black leather trousers wasn't any older than I was. I still wondered why she commanded such authority.
"Now tell me, Cammie." I was surprised that she knew my name. She laughed, noting the obvious shock I wore. "Are you surprised that I know your name?" She clapped her hands, and then looked around for a place to sit. The sofa closest to her was the chosen one. I watched her perch on it like there would be a need to sit up soonest.
"So, because you and that woman came here and explored my base?" She was laughing harder than before now.
Her base? I was still clueless about who she was.
"You even lied that you have seen me before?" W-a-i-t! was she... My eyes widened.
"Yes, I'm the Mafia lord of the Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters, nice to meet you Camilla." A broad grin on her face. She spoke on. _And for the record, you haven't killed anyone yet. Eleanor is healthy, and unharmed. What makes you think you'd be able to harm even the youngest one in our gang, not to talk of me?" She laughed again.
"I have ended the life over three thousand people by myself. And I am proud of myself, that is a brave act."
Listening to her didn't just send shivers down my spine, I was beginning to feel nauseated.
Three thousand people? For a girl who looked nothing above twenty at the most. What kind of creature was she?
"Now, Cammie. On a good day, I would kill you." She moved the sofa closer to where I stood with no effort, I was certain that the sofa was heavy. She continued with her speech. "But you seem to have so much potentials in you, I won't kill you. Instead, I will recruit you."
I was grateful that she wasn't going to kill me, but I didn't know if I wanted to actually say thank you to her. This was a mission failed. My only business here was to get her killed, and get my father and his gang men killed as well.
It was hard to believe that the head of the most feared and respected gang in the entire city was a young and extremely cute girl.
"I know you promised your friend Nancy that you would kill your father and personally, I don't care. But one thing you shouldn't think twice of doing is killing me. I am impossible to kill. Did you get that?" I nodded nervously.
"Good!" I was awed at how she knew every single detail of my life. "I have a computer in my bedroom and it shows me the entire city as it is linked to the millions of cameras I installed across the city. I even have drones that brings me recent happenings. Like I said before, killing me is only fantasy, and no one can make those wild dreams a reality."
But then, the document my mother had shown me, which she claimed that was between my father and this pretty girl was bearing a male's name. "Maxwell Robinson. A"
I finally asked her a question, overcoming the fear of getting my skull cracked open. "But why do you have a guy's name?" I wanted to know what was really going on. Was she playing games with my mind, or was it that my mother had wrong information?
"Oh, I remember now" the Sherlock Head Mafia lord gave a cute but scary smile, and nodded mockingly. "Didn't your mum show you the contract between your father and I?" She laughed loudly. "And wasn't the name there, a guy's name?" She heaved in satisfaction, before speaking on. "The thing is, I have a lot of identities, and I have a lot of names. Your father knows my real name though, and he knows my true identity. Just like you do now."
I was tempted to ask her what her real name was. As beautiful as she appeared, if I was to name her, I'd probably call her Bella. But here she was, as the most dreaded criminal in the city.
She put her hand in her back pocket, and retrieved a stick of cigar. I was still kneeling, watching her and hoping she would ask me to stand.
"Go over there, the table by your right. There's a lighter on it. Get it for me and be back here" I stood, my knees cried out in gratitude.
"Yes ma'am." I headed for the table. It didn't take long for me to find the lighter and I was back in no time.
"Do you care for a stick?" I nodded no. She laughed. She must be a very jovial person, because she always wore a smirk, smile or grin. "This isn't the Mafia sisters gang where all you do is watch television and eat candy. This is a real gang, and you have to behave like a gangster. Gotten?"
I nodded. "Gotten" And then I took the cigar from her, and lit it with trembling hands.
"Let her go or else!!!" A familiar voice bellowed from the entrance. We both turned to his direction, neither of us could believe who it was.