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C H A P T E R 72

I can't even put into words how I feel. Is this how betrayal feels like? Is this how it feels when the person you trust the most lies to you, deceives and betrays you? Is this how Kenny felt when he found out the truth about me? I won't lie, the feeling of betrayal hurts, and it hurts a lot.

I can't even find it in me to hate him after everything he's done. We had a close relationship, or I thought we did, and the love I had for him can't just vanish in seconds. I just wish this would all turn out to be one big nightmare. I feel so lost and confused, I'm just failing to understand everything. There just so many emotions running through my mind, hurt, betrayed, angry, shocked, scared, confused... just to name a few.

Max went back to sitting on the chair opposite to me. "But I don't have to worry about that anymore." He shaked his head. "I don't have to worry about you anymore."

"Because when I'm done with you.. dad won't even be able to recognise your remains." He smirked. "No one will be able to recognise your remains."

"The tools." He instructed Moscow who I even forgot was seated behind me.

He chuckled. "With pleasure."

Moscow went from behind me and headed to the steel doors. He opened the door that wasn't locked this time and got out.

"I'm gonna have fun with you before I finally send you to hell." Max grinned with pride. "And when I finally do, guess who'll take over my dad's place? Guess who'll become leader? Guess who'll finally get dad's validation ?"

"You think you'll get your dad's validation by killing his sister's daughter ?" I huffed. "Good luck with that."

"Don't worry yourself about that, he won't find out... I mean there won't be little Blue running to daddy to tell on Max." He continued. "You know why? She'll be six feet under."

"And don't worry, I'll send your kids along with you."

"You wouldn't dare." I spat angrily, glaring at him.

"I wouldn't dare to do what? Kill them ?" He smirked. "Ohhh trust me I intend to."

By now I wasn't hurt by Max's betrayal, I wasn't sad... I was livid. I could feel the anger fueling up inside me. He dared to threaten my kids and I won't take that. He can have whatever hatred he has towards me.. it's fine. But when he starts involving my kids into this... It becomes far from fine.

"You know the other day dad was teaching your son how to use a gun." He chuckled, shaking his head. "Your daughter didn't want anything to do with it... And dad was understanding and supportive of her decision...

... but when I told him I didn't want anything to do with guns and violence twenty years ago, he called me weak. He said I was a disappointment, said I should be more like you."

Max let out a heavy breath. "Dad is a father figure to your kids more than he ever was to me. He loves and respects them both, irregardless of what they're interests are in life. Something he never did for me.

See Blue I'm not trying to let history repeat itself. If I let your kids live, dad might not retire now. And you know what'll happen?twelve years later, Kai is crowned leader of the Goated Gang."

"Are you seriously so insecure that you feel threatened by a four year old ?" I asked in disbelief.

Is he serious right now? Max would honestly kill someone who can't even wipe themselves properly because of his own insecurities? Kai can't even spell the word GANG.

"See it however you want to see it." He shrugged. "I'll see it as getting rid of the problem before it becomes a problem."

"But can you imagine it though ?" He smiled. "His niece, or should I say daughter would be gone. His grandkids would be gone... He'd be left broken and stranded, the only person on his side would be his son. He'll finally realise how important I am in his life."

"Dad was right." I shaked my head. "You are weak."

Max's palm collided with my cheek and I heard the loud sound of the slap. The effect of the sting dissolved in as I turned my head to look at him again.

"Slapping is for high school girls, a punch would've done a better job." I retorted tauntingly. "You should hear how pathetic you sound.. a whole twenty eight year old whining and complaining about how daddy doesn't give him attention. Grow up."

My words only seemed to make Max more angry and agitated. The clenching of his jaw, his fisted hands, the visible veins on his forehead and temples. I couldn't care less anymore, I wasn't looking at my brother, I was looking at the bitch who threatened to harm my kids.

The door opened and Moscow got inside with a black duffel bag in hand. He was grinning and seemingly enjoying the show. He unzipped the bag and spilled all the contents infront of Max and I.

The bag had contained a bunch of touture equipment. Knifes, screwdrivers, a hammer, tongs and chisel, crossbows, a dagger, dart, a pistol.. just to name a few.

Max picked up the biggest tong and smiled, while playing with it. "Let's see... Fingers or toes first ?" He smirked sinisterly as his gaze went from the tool to me. "... I'll show you who's weak."