The Gangleader Paction

Chapter 25: ➢ Frequent Kidnapping Card

Averting my gaze from the horrors happening from my pure mind I hastily hobbled faster towards the end of the corridor. I stopped quickly upon seeing another member, thinner than the three guys who bought me here but still clad in a formal-looking suit appear in front of the door at the end.

"Miss Brooklynn, you are expected," He spoke in a smooth British accent, signaling to the door he stood beside for me to go in. I gulped, squeezing through as he opened the door for me. My mouth fell open at the huge room that awaited me, it was also decorated in the same black and red theme with more than enough men dressed in black standing around in position.

Oh my god, more gang leaders.

Before I could say 'sorry I must've taken the wrong door' and run out, the three buff guys followed behind me and shut the door, leaving me trapped in a room of more gun-wielding maniacs. 

And to think I had just rid my fricken life of them!

"Miss Skyler Brooklynn?" A deep voice questioned making me clutch up in fear. He sounded a little old, older than Xavier but they shared the same aura. The aura of pure danger.

"W-Who's asking?" I cross-questioned, trying to adjusting my eyes in the dimly lit room. I couldn't see his face well due to the way the light in the room was showing him but I could just barely make out his figure. I could see the rather large man sitting there on the couch, a thick brown cigar between his ring-clad hand as he blew out the smoke from his mouth.

The entire room smelt like smoke and death.

"My name is Argent," He said, his accent clear in his voice, except I was too dumb to decipher it. As soon as he said his name, I couldn't help the laugh that tumbled out of my mouth. 

Reminding myself I was the only unarmed 5"3 duck in the middle of a fully armed facility of gang members I quickly clamped my hands over my mouth. He raised his eyebrow in amusement as if beckoning me to explain why I laughed.

"Sorry, but your name means 'Silver' in French, and you clearly look Russian," I couldn't help myself from blurting it out like the idiot I am. Teen Wolf really enhancing my general knowledge like that.

Argent cackled to himself, slapping his knee with his big hand, "It was an acquired name," He chuckled, his eyes glancing at the rings and jewelry he was garbed in. Now that I thought about it, this man had a lot of silver on him. 

Oh my god, that makes so much sense.

"Are you hungry Miss Brooklynn?" He asked, gesturing for me to come sit on the chair in front of him. I looked hesitantly at the people standing silently around him wearing and holding weaponry, "Miss Brooklynn is our esteemed guest, I have matters to discuss with her," He told the room, mainly to reassure me.

Well, he was being awfully nice to me after having me kidnapped a moment again. Nicer than Xavier. But something about this man didn't seem right to me. 

I waddled to the chair he had suggested to me and took a seat, adjusting myself comfortably as I watched him flicking his two fingers at one of his gang members in gesture. The member nodded before bringing around two glasses, placing them on the small table that separate Mr. Argent and I. 

My nose scrunched up in disgust as I watched the member pour a disgustingly brown fluid into the two glasses, moving one towards me and the other to the kingpin in front of me, "Oh sorry I don't drink," I chuckled nervously, pushing the glass away.

"Something lighter then?" Argent asked and I nodded, feeling a little parched from the walk up to my house. Someone else strolled towards us and poured another cup of red fizzy looking liquid into another glass. Damn, I was just hoping for some water, but I guess raspberry Fanta will just have to do. "Have a drink, Miss Brooklynn, it's from my club,"

I glared at the glass for a minute before taking a sip, the raspberry was clear in the drink but it didn't taste completely like Fanta. Something was off, but I was a little too thirsty to really notice.

Mr. Argent grabbed his glass of whiskey, downing his cup entirely before addressing me again, "So Miss Brooklynn, how is your relationship with Dante?"

Excuse me... my what with what?

"Xavier?" I choked on my own spit, "Relationship?! Oh no, you're mistaken, Xavier hates me," I replied reassuringly to him, "So, unfortunately, killing me won't really do much,"

"Oh?" Argent raised his eyebrows in amusement as I nodded, "He's protective of you, is he not?"

"No, he's tried to kill me multiple times, he just can't because I was traded for a huge sum of money," I shrugged trying to laugh at the situation but just coughed instead. "And he's just waiting for-" My own train of thoughts stopped for a second when I realized a key factor of Xavier was just keeping me to satisfy the money my dad took, then when Mr. Poo Brown suit a while ago offered Xavier more money than I was worth, why didn't he just trade me...?

"Um...sorry but how do you know Xavier?" I blinked, feeling a little warm before quickly changing the topic before I said something I shouldn't of. 

"He didn't tell you?" Argent asked bemusedly, "Dante and I go way back,"

"Oh so like an old friend?"

"Precisely," Argent chuckled straightening himself on his seat, "However, I haven't seen him in a while, I'm sure he's keen to see me in our next meeting,"

I nodded, not realizing Xavier even knew people outside of the gang, "So, why did you bring me here?"

"I wanted to invite you," He replied shortly, before calling another one of his members over. He grabbed the envelope the member had in their grasp before placing it on the table in front of me. "I'm having a little party," He stated, pushing the envelope towards me.

"I was hoping you would be able to attend," I picked up the envelope, opening it up to see a shiny ticket between the folded white paper. "I am counting on Dante's attendance, but I feel that having you there, would entice him more to come," He explained, leaning back on the chair. I furrowed my eyebrows. Why would Xavier come if I was there?

Wait a minute, the math ain't really mathin'

"Oooookay," I drawled out unsurely. What the heck was going on? Most importantly, why do I feel really funny? "Hey, what was that brand of raspberry juice thing I took before?" I asked, feeling a tad sloppier than usual. 

"Juice thing?" Mr Argent laughed, looking at his members before averting his gaze back to me, "It was just a light cruiser,"

Okay, I did not drink a ship. 

Before I could question him any further he cut me off, "Can I count on your attendance Miss Brooklynn?"

I nodded, not knowing what else to really say, and mainly because I was terrified of getting my head blown off if I said no. I've had way too many close encounters with Xavier to count with two hands.

"Excellent Miss Brooklyn, I will have someone drop you home for now," He clamped his hands together in accomplishment. "Until we see each other again," He said as one of the buff guys that brought me here stepped forward. I stood up, tucking the envelope in my jacket pocket and following behind him feeling more confused than I ever had in any math test.

What the heck just happened?!