Chapter 8: Chapter 8

Ted's standpoint

I stabbed the stupid chicken in anger, careful not to let Yolanda see me ruin the poor fried chicken. My subject of anger was somewhere in my house, in one of my guest bedrooms, enjoying her miserable self while I think of ten possible ways to kill her without upsetting Yolanda. I can start by poisoning… No, that's too obvious… I know! Let her work for two weeks, pretend like she doesn't exist, then send her out with a maid to buy groceries. Before that, I will hire local criminals or just command them to waste her for me, that's easy. Yolanda would never suspect me at all, no one will.

Yes…no one…

'Dad,' Yolanda called as she stared at me weirdly.

'Yes, bebè?'

'Why are you nodding your head with that creepy smile on your face? Like you just solved the biggest problem in your life?'

'Oh, nothing. I was thinking about all I would do when I conquer Lucius through the help of his sister.' I lied.

'You have his sister –fuck my life– does Lucius even have one?'

'Yes, the one you call Ursula is Lucius's stepsister,' she mouthed a “wow” and chuckled.

'Those girls have more secrets than anyone else in this universe,' she said chucklingly.

'Not that big, I was guessing you were suspecting the black one, weren't you?'

'She was too goody-two-shoes for my liking, it was real yet so unreal, and you know how easily I detect fake attitude, like the way you have been sitting there planning the death of my friend.' She said calmly.

'Why would you think that?' I asked innocently.

'I don't think, I know.' She said with an eye roll.

'You don't, I already made you a deal and I don't ever back out of one,' wow, smooth lie.

'That would have been believable if you haven't literally stabbed a whole chicken to death,' I looked at the poor chicken and chuckled. 'Anyway, if anything happens to her, I will hold you responsible.'

'I don't ever go back on a deal,' well, there goes my plan to get that bitch killed.

'Your last name is Allen and you are my father, I know you more than I know myself, so I am pretty sure you know that you are doing a bad job lying to me.'

'I wasn't… Never mind,' she gave me a weird smile and returned her divided attention to her food. I knew it was divided because she was doing that thing she did whenever she wanted to ask a question she wasn't sure how I would react to. I drummed my fingers and counted to six before she sighed and raised her nervous gaze from her food and looked at me. Her baby blue eyes twinkling with bottled up emotions.

'Daddy,'

'Yes?'

She fidgeted a little and cleared her throat. 'Can I ask you something?' She asked nervously.

'Yes?'

'I was wondering…not that I care or anything, but just wondering and thinking… Er… It's kind of curiosity—'

'Never stutter when you want to speak to anyone, you are the head, an alpha, and a strong ruler never stutter. When you speak to anyone—including me—no matter how intimidating that person is, heads up, eyes straight with pride and authority and voice as cold as stone. Is that clear?'

'Yes, daddy,'

'Now, try that again.' She straightened her back and looked me straight in the eyes, which is the hardest thing to do, the one thing she finds difficult. She whimpered and looked at my lips instead; don't blame her, though, I'm difficult to look at.

'Is it possible for me to find out who my biological father is?' I certainly wasn't expecting that question, I was expecting it in three to six years from now. 'It's okay if you don't want to tell me yet, I understand.'

How was I supposed to tell her that her mother got captured and raped for a whole week before I got to her and eventually shoved an electric rod into his brain? How was I going to tell her that after countless abortion, she refused to be aborted? How was I going to explain how much her mother hated her until her very last breath, that I am the only one who truly ever loved her? That would either break or make her. 'Ahem,' I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably on my chair.

'Look, I know I am just a kid, I know I shouldn't know the things I do but since it's already that way, I can handle anything now. I want to know what to expect in the future, to know exactly who my father is and if to love or hate him. Please, dad, tell me?'

'Your father's name was Jethro Neil,'

'Was? You mean the formal Canadian mafia lord?'

'You read your books well,' I said, taking the champagne glass between my fingers.

'Records says you killed him, shoved an electric rod into his brain,' she said with displeasure.

'He kidnapped your mother, raped her for a week and that resulted to you,'

'Oh,' she mouthed.

'We found out about you a month after I saved her and yes, we tried abortion, but you are as hard-headed as your father, refused to die.'

'And then you decided to keep me,' she murmured. 'Mom hated me, didn't she?'

'At first, yes. But after some time, she grew fond of you, loved you very dearly with everything she has got.' There are some things that are better left unsaid.

'So, that is the main reason you hold the Canadian mafia army with so much power, so I would take over when I come of age?'

'They know their previous lord had a daughter, one that is under my care and are waiting patiently for you.'

'Aren't they angry you killed their man?'

'One, I'm too powerful for them to object and two, your father was the most hated man in the underworld, even by his clan. Your uncle is the one running it now, he is loyal and a chicken, will drop when you are ready.'

She smiled tightly and nodded. 'It's okay,'

'Are you okay?'

'Yes, I'm fine, dad.'

'Would you like to meet your uncle?'

'Fuck that baldie,' I chuckled and continued eating, she'll be fine.

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I walked to the kitchen to get myself something to drink, something that would cool my brain down. I had just finished talking in phone with the Chinese forces, they gave me a headache with their war with the Japanese and Russians. The shit was getting serious, and it was bothering me because as the head of all the mafias, I needed to settle them, but I had no clue how. I opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle, when I shut the fridge back, that stupid girl staggered in while rubbing her eyes.

I growled and moved away to the counter. She tumbled over like an armadillo and remained laid on the floor, very flat. I chuckled, is she sleepwalking? 'So thirsty,' she murmured drowsily. 'Must stand up and drink, yes, drink.' She rolled over and made herself more comfortable on the floor with a satisfied moan. I opened the bottle and put the top to my lips, three minutes, and she was still sleeping there.

'Idiot, ' I walked to her with the remaining cold water in the bottle and turned it on her face.

'I didn't do it!' She yelled, springing to her feet. 'I swear, mom, I didn't pour vinegar into dad's inhaler again, I only added a little bell pepper juice… Wait, what happened to Santa Claus?'

'Get a grip, bitch,'

'Sleep,' she went back to the floor and continued sleeping peacefully. I sighed and walked out of the kitchen. I didn't care if she slept there but as I was climbing the stairs, worse scenarios of what will happen to her if any of the men walk in to see her there or worse, Yolanda herself! She'll kill me… Why would she? She wouldn't know I saw her. But again, you can never be certain, that small thing is a witch. After considering it, I turned and climbed back down the stairs, not ready to know what she would do.

Always use a strong enemy's weakness against him. She certainly knew mine and it was her.

'Oh boy,' the question is: Should I help, or should I not?