Kapitel 12: The Woman Who Lurks in the Dark
Katarina was so mad! She just lost her part-time job. Even though she did not need it, her father demanded that she work as a commoner!
Katarina Dela Vega, the only daughter of the Vice president of the Philippines. Stoop so low like a normal person? Plhuse!
She barreled to her father's office whinnying, "Daddy! Some dumb biker chick and her boyfriend made me lose my job!" she stopped in front of his desk, and slammed her palm to gain attention.
Marco Dela Vega looked at his only daughter and mentally shook his head. Since the death of his beloved wife when Kat was seven years old, his daughter had been taken care of by a crew of nannies and his mother. He did not like how she grew up though. She was a brat that thought wealth can buy anything.
He was to blame too. He was unaware that Kat was being abusive, mean, and a pain in the behind. Marco could only sigh. The phone call he got before she demanded his attention was the last straw.
Some thugs were beaten somewhere in the Rizal area. His daughter gained some unsavory group of friends that she could manipulate. It was too bad that she went too far.
Whatever that man had in store for his daughter, he hoped that she will learn her lesson. If not, he will be personally calling him. He may be his only daughter, but he will never tolerate stupid people who think everyone is beneath them.
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Aretha loved her job.
Gutting the woman she was observing would end her life. Something she was glad to do, but her orders were simple.
Intimidate and let her learn.
She has no problem with that. Intimidating people was something she was good at. However, judging from the way her mark was acting, her usual tactic of intimidation may not work.
The woman let out a lusty moan as her third lover for the day fucked her.
And it was only five in the afternoon.
Thea rolled her eyes, talk about overacting. The number of men she must have been fucking must have small d**ks that she had to go to several of them to be satisfied. Then again, from the way she was, she may never even have a real man.
She heard a grunt and another fake climax from the woman. She had watched better porn than this live show. Heck, even the men in the crew when they drank too much of the special brew Priest, can rival those trashy shows.
The man did not even bother to undress before they had sex, and the whole thing did not even last for ten minutes. Humans.
She made sure the woman was alone before entering her room via the open window. Katarina Dela Vega was a lucky woman, yet she doesn't realize it. To have an influential father and doting grandparents was something others did not have.
But now?
She just lost the only man who could help her now…
Katarina was too busy sending messages to people to notice her. The cold blade of a knife was her only warning that she was not alone. The sharp scent of fear filled her room as she trembled.
"I…" Kat started to talk but stopped when she felt the blade make contact with her skin. Tears began to fall from her eyes. She was too young to die, she thought. There were many things that she still wanted to do!
"I didn't tell you that you can talk, little girl," the intruder said. "One wrong move and your father will be mourning your loss. Well, I'm not even sure if he will be mourning at all," there was a pause. Kat wanted to see who was but the knife against her throat prevented her from doing so
A soft caress on her left cheek made her flinch, it was followed by a feminine laugh. "You, naughty, naughty, little girl. You have caused too much trouble. But this time, you ordered an attack that even your father cannot help you with."
"What are you talking about? I didn't-"
The person pulled her hair, yakking it backward. "Lies? Maybe his orders would jar that sex-landed memory of yours." The intruder then began to recall the food order that caused her to lose her job.
Realization dawned on her. No, it can't be! The hot guy she wanted! But how?!
"Ah, you remembered. Yes, that man. I can see the question in your eyes," Thea laughed. These people knew nothing about who they were dealing with.
They were not just a normal MC. People like Kat who think the world revolves around them were unaware of the monsters that walked among the living. It was the MCs job to make sure everyone could sleep without the fear of being taken to the comforts of their own home.
"Your father cannot do anything. He had enough of your antics. Oh, he did not order this. He is aware of what I am doing, though," the last statement was added like an afterthought. Thea shrugged, "if you don't stop being a brat, I won't hesitate to kill you and the world will only know that Katarina Dela Vega ran away from home. Never to be seen again." Thea's voice sounded so sad that it caused Katrina to cry in earnest.
"Please. Don't hurt me. My father still needs me! I will change, I promise! Just don't hurt me!" Kat knew that if she did not do as this…this person said, she would die. She was too young to die! "I will change! I promise! I will do all the things you will tell me! Just don't kill me!" she begged as tears ran down her face.
"I won't…just make sure that you take care of the kid you are carrying, we're good."
Silence.
Kat's heart stopped beating and slowly touched her stomach.
"No. I can't be…"
The woman cannot be right. She cannot be pregnant! But the seed was already planted in her mind.
Kat stood up and went to the bathroom, the moment she opened the light, she knew that she did not dream of her ordeal.
With a trembling hand, she touched the thin line on her neck. She gasped when she put pressure on it, a small amount of blood coated her finger. She quickly looked down at her stomach.
A sob broke out from her. She was so careful. She always asked her bedmates to wear a condom. And she cannot remember who would be the father of her unborn child.
Marco could only look at his only child in despair. She was pregnant at nineteen, with no clue as to who fathered the babe. He then looked at the woman who stood in the shadows of his office.
Thea could just leave his house without saying anything. Yet she didn't. People might call them monsters, but they were not. If there was one thing that RagTag MC was, they were honorable.
"Thank you," was all he said. But the woman was gone.
Aretha, the only woman in the group, was a mystery. Just like the group she belonged to.
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