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Ian's POV
This branch is just so freaking hard! My bum must be seriously red right now! Well, I'd rather have my bum red than Mum scream at me one more time just because some parts of the plan went wrong. Natalie and I hadn't really counted on it that Fiske Cahill would sell that stupid Renaissance painting to a rich old man. The painting was located in Amy's room and I had been using it to spy on her.
Amy...I had surprised myself by tailing her yesterday but she had surprised me when she had spoken on the telephone to a boy from her school, Adam V. Williams. I had run this guy through the Lucian database and found out that his full name was Michael Adam V. Williams. His mother had been an Italian beauty queen back in the days and his father was an American stockbroker. He had two older brothers and one sister. James, Wesley and Catherine. Compared to me, Williams was no looker. He had dark black hair and hazel brown eyes but Amy thought otherwise. She spoke of him to Nellie fondly, as if they were almost together. She had also squealed when Adam had sent her a dozen red roses two days ago. Red roses, doesn't that boy know tulips are much better than roses? Much more original.
"Will you stop daydreaming? I need to finish this surveillance fast and quick! I still need to get my nails done!" Natalie hissed quietly, her camera-recording binoculars hanging from a strap on her slender neck. Right, surveillance. Think about surveillance and not about Amy Cahill.
We were watching the Cahills eat their dinner with Fiske and that dim lawyer of Grace's. Spaghetti and refrigerator cake, how very delightful! They were rich, weren't they? Why couldn't they cook caviar or foie gras for God's sake?
"I'm not daydreaming." I whispered back with as much patience as I could muster. "I'm merely thinking up of ways I could slip poison into their stomach-turning supper."
Natalie snorted, making that impolite gesture seem graceful. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder and pressed the binoculars back to her eyes. I resisted the urge to reach out and push my sister off the branch.
"You heard what Mum said, Take them alive. The Vespers have placed a good bounty on their heads, all five of them. If we can bring them to Mother, we can surely reclaim back the Kabra Fortune and we'll go back to ruling the Lucian branch!" Natalie said, not looking at me. "Ugh, I want to vomit from their dinner."
I sniffed. "Yes, I have heard what Mum said and unlike you, sister, she has told me quite a few other things as well."
"Like what?" Natalie demanded
"Like how the Vespers have also placed a five million dollar on the three Holt kids and another five million on Jonah Wizard. Of course, they said we could destroy Alistair Oh in the process. I mean, who would really care about that old man?" I sniffed
"How about the Starlings? Don't they get special attention?" Natalie smirked
I waved my hand dismissively. "Nobody in their right mind would place rewards for three cripples. They would either have to be stupid or just plain desperate to get a Cahill in their midst." The Vespers had promised us a lot of money in exchange for the Cahill kids. When we had caught them all, they would give us a total of forty-five million dollars. It wasn't much but it could help Mum and Dad invest in a few stocks and buy a few companies. The Kabra Dynasty would be greater and grander than ever!
A small gadget, the size of an IPod Nano vibrated in my pocket. I looked at it and smiled. The gadget was wired to a DNA of all the soon-to-be victims. It showed when and where and who was alone at the moment. I tapped Natalie's hand.
"What?" She snapped
"Reagan Holt is alone in her apartment...Call backup. We need every strong man in the branch to try and tackle this bull of a Holt."
Natalie smiled evilly. "I'll make the call and you start the car. Where's the Holt's apartment?"
I grinned back at my sister, who crouched in the dark. The only thing I could see of her were the whites of her teeth from her grin. "This night is going to get fun!"
Reagan's POV
He was a boy, she was a girl, Can I make it anymore obvious? He was a punk, she did ballet. What more can I say? He wanted her, she'd never tell. Secretly she wanted him as well. But all of her friends, stuck up their nose. They had a problem with his baggy of clothes. He was a skater boy, she said, "See ya later boy, He wasn't good enough for her, she had a pretty face. But her head was up in space. She needed to come back down to earth!
Avril Lavigne's voice blared out Skater Boy from my IPod who was hooked up to my purple speakers. I was cooking dinner, fried chicken; cream of corn soup; rice; butter and bread and also a generous slice of Starbucks' Banoffe pie.
Hamilton was still in football practice, he had called me earlier to say that he wouldn't be home for dinner and Madison's plane still hadn't landed. I was alone in the apartment, multitasking; trying to cook dinner, do some homework and watch a ballet recital of The Nutcracker on the lifestyle channel.
I was so busy in my work that I hadn't seen them coming.
There were eight of them, stocky and muscled men who wore black body suits and black ski masks on their faces. They moved stealthily in the apartment and I only felt their presence when the cool blade of a knife pressed upon my neck.
"Don't move and no one will get hurt," The tallest of the men said in a slow monotone
I dropped the plate I was holding, spun around and punched the man who had a knife to my neck in the jaw. He staggered back but came towards me again. "Fat chance you bastard!" I screamed. I grabbed a plate and smashed it on the head of the man closest to me. He crumpled to the ground but he jumped up on his feet again after a few moments. All of them came towards me, cornering me against the stove. I looked around wildly for any chance of escape but there was none. I was trapped.
But I wasn't going down without a fight.
I grabbed another plate and threw it at the first man I saw. He grabbed it out of the air and aimed it at my head. I ducked at the last second and the plate crashed on the window pane. A man reached out and slid a knife against my thighs. I winced as my jeans ripped and my blood dripped onto the floor. Screaming with rage, I scooted under their legs and grabbed a chair, slamming it into another man.
But it wasn't an even fight and eight minutes after, I was bound and gagged. "Mmmff...Mmmm" I tried to yell at them that my family and the entire Tomas Branch would massacre me if they kidnapped me but they turned a deaf ear to my threats.
"Let's shut her up!" One of the men said wearily
"You do the honors," Another man agreed and handed him a silver tube. With a start, I realized that it was a syringe. I tried to wriggle out of his reach but several hands grabbed me and held me steady as the needle plunged into my neck. It was filled with some kind of orange liquid and I tried to yell in pain.
The man withdrew the injection and my eyelids started to feel heavy. I began to drift in and out and finally, the blackness overwhelmed me. The last thing I saw was the men tidying up the room as if nothing had happened.