Chapter forty Seven

My father stood at the door that I had snuck in through, staring at me. I could see the shock in his eyes.
"Pedro, are you done with what I asked you to do?" The lady frowned at my father, not responding to the greetings he gave her from a far distance.
"Not completely, lord. But almost." His gaze was still fixated at me.
"Does she look familiar?" The lady who I now recognized as the lord of the sherlock head mafia gangsters giggled.
"That's my daughter." My father sounded helpless. "Please, do not hurt her." I never knew my father cared about me as much as asking her not to hurt me. "You don't understand! I love her with every fiber in me." He was almost in tears now. "Sandra, you have made me do things that are unimaginable to people, and I didn't mind so much. You made me do awful things to my daughter, and I still didn't mind. But remember, we had a deal. You promised that you wouldn't hurt her"
The lady sighed. "Why behave like a weakling? I never said I would hurt her. Infact, she came here with intentions of hurting me." She shifted her gaze from me, to my father. "Pedro! What gave you such morale to call me by name? Are you in your right senses right now? First you give me instructions, then you call me by my name."
My father went down on his knees. "I'm sorry lord."
She was uninterested in his plea. "You have to go out in the Streets, and find any four youngsters. I don't care if it's male or female. You know what to do with them. I'll watch from here. You know you cannot escape. You know you had better get going."
My father's eyes turned crimson. "I'm tired of waisting the future of innocent young girls."
"Then waste the future of innocent young boys. For all I care, I want the job done. Get out!" She bellowed. The last phrase came as an instruction.
My father took one last glance at me, before staggering out through the door. He had lost so much weight already, and he showed up in a tattered outfit. I didn't get the opportunity to look at him well, but I knew he had lost a lot of weight.
Putting the clues I had together, it meant that this girl was the lord of the Sherlock Head Mafia Gangsters, and that she was the one who made my father do all those disgusting things.
"Where do I start with you?" She looked at me, and nodded in irritation. "You are an opportunist, and not a good mafia. That's not a problem, though. We can fix you."
Hatred for her was welling up in me, and a little bit of pity for my father. What could have gotten him into a hot mess as this? I had no ideas.
"I want you to frog jump from that end, to this order end." She pointed with her fingers.
I immediately headed to where she asked me to start from. Maybe if I got into her good book, I would be able to play her too. It was obvious she has tech gadgets which she used to monitor everyone in the whole city and in neighboring cities. But there must be a way to hack into those, or to trick her. I was yet unsure if she could read minds, because if she could, then trying was as good as useless.
I hopped to the point where she asked me to, and while still in the squatting position, I looked up at her.
"That was fun to watch. Go again!" I did as she instructed me. At that point, I was already exhausted.
"Awwwn." She clapped her hands and laughed hard. "Camilla!" She called my name with a loud tone, like I wasn't in the house with her. "It's so cute that you are here, because I have always needed a female who I could mess around with, if you know what I mean. I don't want you too exhausted, so we can be able to get things done faster. Do you understand what I mean?" I didn't understand a word she said, but I nodded yes that I understood what she meant. "Good!" She stood from the sofa, and stretched herself. She was very little, nothing above 5'3, I was many inches taller than she was, yet here I was taking orders from her.
"You are going to take your bath now." She didn't ask if I wanted to, or if I had extra clothes with me. "Common, I'll show gou to the bathroom." I was still squatting, and my knees were cramped, it took a lot of efforts, before I could stand.
"Did that hurt?" She asked mimicking a baby with her pretty voice.
I nodded. "I knew it would." She said sarcastically, and then gave a villain's laughter.
I stretched my legs, trying to get it moving again. "Don't waste my time, girl." She yelled in disgust.
I tried moving again, my feet still felt numb.
"I don't think I can move yet, please give me a few minutes to get the blood circulating like it ought to."
She retorted, "and you came here with the intent of killing me? That's just stupid dear. Very stupid! You can not survive a simple frog jump, and you want to kill the commander of the most dreaded gang in the entire country?"
I said nothing, an uncomfortable silence lingered. She stared at me impatiently, and I pleaded silently with my feet to move.
A phone call came in. My heart paused momentarily. It was my ringtone, but i still prayed and hoped that it wasn't my phone.
"Your phone is ringing..." She motioned on me to answer the call. I hoped it wasn't a caller that would get implicated.
I retrieved my phone from the back pocket of my trouser, and gasped when I saw the caller. It was Keddy.
"I said, answer the phone call" she repeated more slowly now.