"What the heck was that?" I whisper to Clarke as we follow Cage inside.
"Shut up. We'll talk later." She hisses back and I notice that the room is full of people. There are at least a hundred people, probably more.
"Surprise!" The crowd shouts at us. My eyes flick from one person to the other until my head is filled with new faces. A bunch of people come up to welcome me and congratulate us. They all introduce themselves and shake my hand. Just when I decide that this really is too much for me someone claps a hand on my shoulder making me jump.
"Sorry about that son." The voice is one that I will never forget.
"Kane." I say turning to face the man as his hand releases my shoulder. I'm glad because it took all of my concentration to keep from snapping his wrist.
"Bellamy, you look just like your father." He holds his hand out to me to shake. I only shake it because of the warning look I get from Clarke.
"And you look the same as I remember." I say instead of what I really want to say.
"Ah, I've added a few pounds and wrinkles." He chuckles and then looks at Clarke. "Clarke, why don't you go lie down? You look exhausted."
"I'm fine, but thank you." She says and stands a little straighter.
"Clarke, I didn't mean it as a question. Go lie down. Bellamy and I have some business to attend to." His threat is obvious in his tone. Clarke nods her head, squeezes my hand, and makes her way to a set of stairs to the right of the room.
"Now, Bellamy why don't you come with me to my office?" He motions in the opposite direction and I know that this isn't actually a question either. I follow him up a spiral staircase to a hallway. There are five doors in the hall but he leads past them all to turn down the next hallway to the left. This house is enormous. It seems bigger than it was from the outside.
When we get to another door he unlocks it with a green key and there is a staircase that leads downstairs. I wonder why he had us go up just to go down until I realize that it leads to a room and there are no doors down here. It's a very well hidden office.
"Go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Do you want a whiskey?" He asks with his back to me as he pours to glasses.
I don't bother to answer as I take the room in. It has dark red walls with paintings look very expensive on the walls. There is a giant mahogany desk on one side of the room while there is a metal chair on the other side of the room. There are no rugs by the metal chair, just cuffs hanging down from the arms and legs of it. There is also a metal cabinet that I wouldn't be surprised to find filled with torture implements. It's like the room is a mix of a therapist's office and a morgue. I take a seat across from the desk in a plush chair.
Kane sets a glass in front of me while taking a sip from his own. "Like I said you do look just like your father. I do of course hope that you won't be like him or we will have a problem."
I make eye contact with him and don't look away. I know what game he's playing and he isn't going to intimidate me that easily. "I wouldn't know seeing how he died before I really knew him."
"Yes, that was tragic." He still looks right into my eyes as a smile spreads across his face. It looks completely unnatural on him.
"Yes, now what do you want. I've had a long day and would like to go relax." I say and break our eye contact. I know that I have proven myself and I don't want him to think that I'm trying to challenge him, yet.
"Right. Well, Nyko is trying to break out from under me and I will not let that happen. I want you to go work for him and help me bring him back down a peg or two. If that doesn't work then you will kill him. Fail to do so and I'll kill Clarke, your unborn child, and then throw you in the basement to rot with the knowledge that you killed your child just like you killed your father." His voice is full of malice.
I want to kill him right now, but I know that I wouldn't be able to get out let alone find Clarke and get out together. I nod my head and take a swig of my drink.
"Good. Now, before you go relax please get something to eat. The food is delicious." He smiles again and motions for me to get up. I stand and walk up the stairs with the devil himself walking behind me.