Chapitre 2: Chapter 2: Interrogation

So here I was face to face to the man himself.

I had no idea who he was before, until we drove up to the house with their emblem proudly displayed at the gates of a fierce dragon roaring.That stood for nothing other than the Dragon Mafia Clan just at my estate or ex estate were Lions statues were placed to flaunt the place people were about to enter.The Dragon Clan was as equally powerfully,influential, and wealthy as the Lion Clan. Their history drawing back to around a hundred years just as the Lion Clan. Now that I think about it they were never once were the two clans had conflict. Not that I was aware. We weren't enemies, definitely not friends, more than rivals with mutual understanding.

That would be my guess. I was snapped out of my thoughts as my eyes met with the same ocean blues from before. Yet this were much more cold. The child was at least warm. He seemed like he liked me in the least.

" Who are you?" He finally spoke to reveal a deep rich voice.

I furrowed my brows. What kind hell question is that? You kidnapping me, and still have the audacity to ask me who I am? At least have some manners.

" Shouldn't I be asking you that?" I retorted as I shimmed in my sit, damn my ass hurts.

Putting aside the bullshit, " Who are you? And how do you know my son?" He asked accusedly.

" Excuse me. I don't know your son. He just ran into me clinging for dear life. And now I can get why with the father he has." I retorted as I heard a faint gasp. I guess he thought just because I am woman that I was suppose to shiver at his sight.

But that's the thing. I am no regular woman. I am an ex-mafia boss.

He loosed his tie, unbutton some of the buttons of his shirt expose his slightly tan muscular chiseled chest. I mean what should I have expected he couldn't be a fat bastard just letting his henchman doing everything. Still, pretty damn fine. Hey! I know what you're thinking. But I am human.

Anyways he crackled his knuckles, " Fine. If you're not going to tell us. I read for myself." He announced as he turned to four eyes who held what seemed to me, a background check. Which was a very small folder.

Ha. Good luck finding anything. I had my real databases, locked and erased.

" Your name is Kaira Lansley. You're twenty three. Only daughter. Currently attend A college. Dean's List. No father. You're mother's a secretary at Richardson Hotel. No history of drugs. Or arrest. Or misdemeanor." He entailed all the details I personally included just in case anyone was interested.

I nodded, " So found all you were looking for?"

" Not quite." He disagreed.

I chuckled lightly, " You're acting as if I'm the criminal. But I'm not. Unlike you." He perked his brow at my comment. I mean it was partially true, being a part of the mafia considers you a criminal, but that was my past, and this was his present.

" Might be true, but your still under my mercy. So I ask you what do you want?"

I blinked. What I wanted? Really? Wasn't that obvious? " I want to go home." I replied but he scoffed.

" Sorry, not possible. So what do you want?" He denied me.

This was a trick question. It's not what I wanted but rather what he wanted me to do for him. I fiddled my arms as I spoke, " Shouldn't the question be what you want me to do?"

" I not asking for anything." He played it off running his hand across his lips.

Why was he trying to be so slick. Just tell me.

" Can we get the chit chat over with and just tell me." I demanded as he smirked.

I could tell he like something about my replied. Whether it was my attitude or lack of being scared he leaned forward folding his arms on the table. " It seems like my son has taken a liking to you. Or your carelessness. Therefore, I think it would be best if you become his "pretend" mother." He air quoted the last words .

I blinked heard the absurd words leave his mouth. Pretend mother. The hell? Where was his real mother? I couldn't do that. I had a life to tend to. No matter how cute the kid was, I still need to get back to my mother.

I shook my head, " No. I can't."

He wrinkled his forehead asking as if he cared, " Oh, and why not?"

"Because I have a life. I cannot be someone's mother. I don't even know you. Besides his real mother she tend to him." I remarked as he snarled. Wanting to either slap or kill me. Damn I hit a nerve didn't I.

I secretly loved bringing out the littlest things in people. It was an old hard die habitat of mine.

" Or can she not because your careless killed her." I added as a heard a click of some sort as I look to see one of his men holding a gun to my head.

So something did happen? What exactly though?

I looked back at Colton with a clenched jaw whose gazed wanted to pierced my soul, but it didn't. It remained right in mine. I was a lioness, and he was a dragon. Two ferocious creatures going head on. Neither one yielding.

" Go ahead." I looked at the man and back at Colton. " Then you can explain to Milo why daddy killed mommy." I taunted as he closed his eyes.

" Look Kaira you in pretty heafty debt from your mother's medical bills. I can pay you as well. Money is no opposition." He blackmailed me with my one weakness and main priority at the moment.

I wanted to growl at him, but I insisted, " Thank you for worrying, but I'm fine. I have my own ways to make money."

He stood up walking over to my side of the table. Hands in his pockets as he half sat on the table while his other leg was stretched out.

He eyed the man next to me to put the gun down as he complied. He leaned in looking at me differently. His eyes no longer lingered on mine, but rather trailed along my neck and down at my chest which was a bit revealed through my white v line shirt. I swear I didn't do this on purpose. This was just a very comfty shirt that happened to reveal my bust a little. It was a part of my regular to outfit, even when I was the boss.I wore this same black leather jacket, white v neck shirt, tight black leggings, and high heeled combat boots. Damn I didn't look suspicious a lot.

His fingers trailed along the hem of my shirt. Slightly touching my skin which grew hotter by the second. Suddenly placing his palm against my chest feeling my beating heat race. Normally I'll be cold as ice as I was anemic. But I couldn't control such bodily reaction. Soon my face followed.

" I'm sure we can come to an agreement." He whispered seductively into my ears sending shivers down my spine.

This man. Just what kind of woman did he think I am? I haven't even had a boyfriend. I was a maiden. A lady. Yet he acted as if I was some pass me around woman.

I turned my head, flat out refusing, " Don't flatter yourself."

He chuckled leaning back." Everyone has a price."

" Yeah, but I'm not a prostitute. I wouldn't just sleep with you for it to last five seconds." I remarked as I heard Thomas slightly chuckled as he quickly covered it up with a cough. His head turning to him and back at me.

" Fine. I don't like virgins anyways." He degraded me while the room filled with laughter. Walking away standing at his original spot. My face grew redder. Not by embarrassment but anger.

How dare this motherfucker? But no. I wouldn't be controlled by emotion. Rather play this game of two.

" Haha. So funny." I began as the room quiet down. " Now we got that out of the way let me go and we'll be on our merry way." I rolled my eyes as his eyes lingered on me.

He sat down pulling opened what seemed a drawer. " Alright. If you want to leave, then you can." He alleged as I cocked my brow.

What was with this sudden change? I could just walk up and leave. No. Couldn't be. He must have a trick up his sleeve.

" That is, if you'll be alive or not." He informed looking in the drawer.