Chapter 661 Gang Fight
In a sunlit garden, Seraphine was swinging, her pink dress fluttering in the breeze. The moment she saw Emma, she leaped off the swing and ran into her arms like a joyful little bird. "Mommy!" Her voice was clear and melodious, brimming with uncontainable joy.
Emma hugged Seraphine tightly, inhaling the faint scent of milk and sunshine from her daughter. Tears welled up in her eyes. With trembling hands, she carefully inspected every inch of Seraphine's skin, from her soft little hands to her smooth cheeks, only relaxing once she confirmed there were no injuries.
"Mommy, why are you crying?" Seraphine asked, using her chubby hands to wipe away Emma's tears, her big eyes filled with confusion.
"Mommy is just so happy," Emma managed a smile, her voice hoarse with emotion. "Do you want to go out with Mommy? How about we go to the amusement park?"
Meanwhile, in an underground meeting room, Michael was planning an operation. The dimly lit room had detailed maps of the Black River Gang's hideouts projected on the walls, with red marks standing out like bloodstains.
"Tonight, leave no one alive." his voice was as cold as ice, his fingers tapping the table slowly and deliberately. "Especially their leader. I want to see him die with my own eyes." A hint of a smile played on his lips as he spoke.
His subordinates exchanged uneasy glances. One of them, mustering the courage to speak, stammered, "But Mr. Russell, the Black River Gang has innocent families and children..."
Michael's gaze turned icy, and the room's temperature seemed to plummet. "In this game, there are no innocents," he said, standing up slowly and adjusting his cuffs with the elegance of someone preparing for a gala. "Win or die. Those are the rules." His voice was soft but sent chills down everyone's spine.
At the city's amusement park, the sun was shining, and colorful flags fluttered in the breeze.
Emma and Seraphine tried every ride. On the carousel, Seraphine's laughter was clear and sweet as she clung to the golden rail, her pink dress billowing. In the Ferris wheel, she excitedly pointed at the distant scenery, her little face pressed against the glass, nose squished. At the ice cream shop, she had cream all over her mouth, her pink tongue carefully licking the melting ice cream like a little kitten.
"Mommy, you're the best today!" Seraphine said, looking up with sparkling eyes. "Can we do this more often? I don't want to stay at that place alone anymore. You, Daddy, and Lucas are never there, and I'm so bored." Her voice was full of hope, her small hand clutching Emma's shirt.
Emma's heart ached as if pricked by needles. She knelt down to look her daughter in the eye, gently stroking her cheek. "Mommy promises to find a way," she said, her voice choked with emotion.
Before she could say more, her phone rang, shattering the tender moment. It was Michael calling.
"Where are you?"
Emma quickly adjusted her tone, making it soft and compliant. "At the amusement park with Seraphine. What's wrong?"
"Come back immediately," Michael's voice was cold and commanding. "There's something important."
Hanging up, Emma looked at Seraphine's expectant eyes, her heart breaking. She forced a smile, which looked more like a grimace. "Seraphine, we have to go home now."
On the drive back, Seraphine fell asleep in Emma's lap, exhausted from the day's fun. Her long eyelashes cast tiny shadows on her cheeks, her breathing steady and peaceful. Emma gently stroked Seraphine's hair, her mind racing. The scenery outside blurred past, much like her fleeting life.
She had to find a way to escape with Seraphine, but Michael's power was overwhelming. One wrong move could spell disaster. And she needed to inform George about Seraphine.
As the car entered the villa area, Emma noticed many unfamiliar faces around. These people had sharp eyes and bulging waists, clearly armed. They stood in small groups, lurking like predators ready to pounce.
At the villa entrance, Michael was talking quietly with several men in black. His face was grim. When he saw them return, he waved, and the men dispersed like ghosts into the shadows.
"Did you have fun?" Michael approached, reaching out to touch Seraphine's head, his fingers stained with dried blood.
Emma instinctively stepped aside, shielding Seraphine. "She's asleep," she said softly but firmly.
Michael's hand froze mid-air, his gaze growing colder. But he simply said, "Take her upstairs. Don't come out tonight; it will be noisy outside." His voice was eerily calm, as if discussing the weather.
Late at night, Emma stood by the window, watching the city's distant lights. Suddenly, several explosions lit up the night, followed by faint sirens and more blasts. The darkness turned a sinister orange-red, like a gaping maw.
She clutched the sleeping Seraphine, trembling. This was Michael's "important matter"—a bloody massacre. She could almost hear the screams of those struggling in pools of blood.
Her phone vibrated suddenly, the sound jarring in the quiet night. It was a text from an unknown number: "Are you safe?"
Emma's heart raced, nearly leaping out of her chest. The tone was unmistakably George's! How did he know? Her hands shook so much that she could barely hold the phone.
But she couldn't reply to George, couldn't contact him again.
If Michael found out, both George and Seraphine would be in danger.
She quickly deleted the message. Just then, the door opened. Michael stood there, the faint smell of blood clinging to him. His suit jacket was gone, and his white shirt had dark red stains. "Why aren't you asleep?" His voice was soft but chilling.
Emma discreetly slipped the phone under her pillow, forcing herself to stay calm. "I'm going to bed now," she said, her voice unnaturally steady.
Michael walked to the bed, looking at the sleeping Seraphine. "Tomorrow, send Seraphine to Aquilonia's school. It's safer there," he said casually, as if discussing dinner plans.
Emma felt like she was plunged into an icy abyss. "She's too young," she said, her voice trembling with fear.
"It's decided," Michael said firmly, giving her a meaningful look before leaving. "And don't contact anyone, especially George." He lingered on George's name, like a snake hissing.
As the door closed, Emma's tears finally flowed. She hugged Seraphine tightly, crying silently, her tears soaking Seraphine's soft hair.
When would she ever escape Michael's clutches?
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