Here you go. Chapter 4. The final chapter.
The light turned on quickly, but not as quickly as my nose registered the
scent of blood. It hung around the room like the scent of rubbish at a dump. I
looked up. Yuri.
'You son of a.....'
'Language my dear.' He patted my forehead patronizingly. 'We wouldn't want
Brendan here getting any ideas on bad behaviour, would me?'
'Course not. He's obviously the favourite.' I let him slap me. Brendan
lurched forward but was pulled back by a bodyguard. Despite what people may
think, I don't love Brendan. I can't, not in that way. But still I can't help it
when I see him in trouble. I stood up. Sorta. The chair was tied to me. I span
round, whacking Yuri in his smug little face. Then it happened.
Brendan jumping at the guards taking them out with a gun he found, leaving
Yuri. He stood up slowly. Wiping the blood from his cheek. Holding a gun pointed
at Yuri, Brendan still managed to, somehow, cut my ropes and kick the chair out
of the way.
'Yuri. I have had enough. Enough of you. Enough of your games. I want to be
at home now.' I looked at the clock. 'Yes. Get me home now. Stop bothering my
friends. And, most importantly, leave my brother the hell alone!'
'Fine. But you must find out where we are before I send you home.' I looked
round. An alley way. Flats surrounded. Not nice ones. Half derelict. The type
you'd think not even a rat would live in. I looked along the bottom windows. I
saw her. My beautiful little girl.
I dropped my gun. Brendan dropped his. But didn't stay. He ran.
'Changed your mind? Didn't think you'd get out of here then?' He looked
smug.
'No, Yuri. Your wrong. I'm home.' He didn't waste time. He got straight to
the point. Begging wasn't what he wanted. I suddenly thought about my daughter,
Eve, only 9, her father died fighting. My life was flashing by, but my wedding
kiss stayed the longest.
I was crying. Yuri kept shouting. Until I was begging. Then he looked
sympathetic.
‘I just can’t have you blabbing out my name to the cops, not again. It's
nothing personal.'
Blood stained my frilly white shirt. I clutched my chest. I fell. Yuri walked
off. I repeated It's just business as he walked off. My daughter
screamed. She ran to me.
'Eve, look at me. Mummy loves you. She always has, always will.' I kissed her
and closed my eyes.
