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C H A P T E R 71

"Gee, I why didn't think of that." I rolled my eyes. I mean it was pretty obvious, first they gave me food, which was out of the ordinary for them. Then they tie me up to a chair after four days of my butt on the floor. The floor is really cold by the way. Even a stupid would figure their boss is coming.

The door opened and a very short man who also had a moustache got inside. Is it a trend ? "Moscow's here."

"The boss hasn't arrived yet ?" Steff asked and the shotgun shaked his head.

"No."

"Wait, Moscow isn't your boss ?" I asked confusedly and immidietly all three heads turned to me.

"Shut. Up." Steff warned with a glare.

"It was just a simple question." I muttered, shortgun got out, followed by Steff- I liked the name Moustache better.

"Quiet guy!" I whisper yelled before he could get out. I don't know his name and calling him dogface is just plain rude. Period. "Moscow isn't your boss ?"

He really looks like he doesn't wanna be here. He shaked his head. "Moscow's a pawn, just like the rest of us." He opened the door and got out.

Okay now my mind is blown!! Who in the world makes Moscow a pawn? Who did I piss off this time? Who is this big man? Why did he kidnap me? Why has he never said anything? Is it even a he? What if it's a she? Do I even know this person?

I mean this person must be very powerful to have Moscow, of all people, working for him. All along we believed Moscow was our enermy, he is. But all along he's been a pawn to someone else's game. There's a mastermind behind the attacks, the threats, the kidnapping.. but who is it?

I heard the door being unlocked and seconds later, it opened.

"Blue. Blue. Blue." He chanted with a smirk as he strolled inside.

Moscow closed the door and dragged the chair in the middle of the room, placing it opposite to me before he sat down.

"The streets don't lie." He smirked. "You're even prettier in person."

I took a look at his appearance. Moscow was your ordinary I'm old but I don't wanna retire type of gangster. He looked to be about in his late forties. He was bulky, tall.. but not taller than neither my dad or Kenny. He had a beard, dark brown hair and a 68 tattooed on his left temple. Which kinda reminded me of the artist, 6ix9ine honestly.

He moved his hand and touched my chin, causing me to internally hiss at the pain of the bruises.

"Get your dirty hands off me." I calmly warned him.

He laughed out loud. "Or what ?" Moscow's eyebrows raised. "Mmh? What are you gonna do? run to daddy about it? shoot me ?"

I shifted my head from him but his grip on my chin tightened, turning me look at him. "I can do anything with you, and there's nothing you can do about it."

His fingertips caressed my cheek and without thinking about it, I found myself spitting in his face. This action made him back away and remove his hands from my face.

I expected a slap or a punch, but instead, the maniac laughed, wiping the spit off his face. "A spit of fire, exactly like Trinity Coopeer."

My lips parted at the mention of my mother's name.

"You know I thought you look like her.. but you clearly got her attitude too." He smirked, parting his legs and resting his elbows.

"She also was the most feared assassin... Well, until someone ended her and bought peace to all humanity." He exaggerated.

"It's like history repeating itself." Moscow interrupted my trail of thoughts. "Trinity was exactly your age when she died.. and she too had left a five year old at home."

My babies.

"The difference ofcourse is that she left a little girl to grow up without a mother.." He chuckled. "You on the other hand left a son and a daughter."

Moscow's words sunk in and I found myself actually thinking about what he said. I have never feared death. I've never been afraid of the inevitable. I lived my life with the possibilities of always being in danger. And that was fine by me, that's the life I chose. But that was before I met Kenny, before I had a reason to live. That was before I had Kiara and Kai. Now the thought of me dying and leaving them behind.. it scares the shit out of me. Thinking about them growing up without me.. my kids can't even sleep when I'm not around let alone bear a whole week without me. Will they even survive without me if I didn't get out of here?

I looked at Moscow who had a huge smug on his face, he knew he got to me.

He chuckled. "I don't know what you Coopers think of yourselves."

Moscow stood up and slowly strided in circles around the chair I was seated in. "The bitch you call your mother killed my father, that bastard of an uncle you call your dad killed my wife." He huffed. "Then you kill my brother."

Okay, I don't know what caused the fued or altercation he had with my parents, or the conflict and bad blood between him and my dad/uncle... But it's honestly none of my business and I couldn't care less. What I know is that I killed Valvoski for a reason, not because I have a personal vendetta against Moscow. He isn't as important as he thinks he is.

Moscow stopped striding in circles as he stood behind me. I felt hair stand at the back of my neck when his hand rested on my shoulder. "You see Blue when I'm done with you.. I'm going after your family."

"One, by, One." He threatened. "Starting with your friends, Alexander, your kids.. your little boyfriend who got me behind bars and took over my territory.."

The sound of the chains and locks beeing unlocked resonated from the other side of the door. "But we'll talk about that later." He chuckled, tightening his grip on my shoulder. "My most prized possession is here, the mastermind behind every operation."

I looked at the door ahead of me and immidietly.. I felt like my heart had stopped beating.

I literally felt like air was being chocked out of my breath. "M-Max ?"

He smirked. "Hello little sister."