Chapter 4
"I'm going out for a walk, Sango!" yelled Kagome as she closed the door behind her and stepped out into the warm New York air. Stretching her legs, she passed by the bank and decided to check on her account. She deposited a couple thousand before talking to the bank teller.
"Good morning, Miss Nicola. Back again?"
"Yes," she smiled. "I would like to know how much is in my account Michael."
"Hold on."
She flipped through her planner as the man scanned the computer. So…Sango arranged another meeting at the dance club tonight, huh? Can't wait to see that Moretti…heh, before I know it, they're going to get married.
She snapped her planner shut as the man returned. "You have exactly two hundred thousand stored in this account, Miss Nicola."
"Good, that was the amount I had in mind too. Have a good day."
"Farewell."
She turned on her heels
and exited out of the building.
"Two hundred. Where do you keep all of the real dough stashed up?"
Kagome stiffened and turned. To Inuyasha.
"You…"
"Yes, me." He straightened and walked to her. "You know, I really don't like being followed around. Especially by a pretty killer like you."
Kagome's jaw tightened. "That's my business. Why shouldn't I follow you around and look for a chance to kill you? After all, your family did eliminate my mother. Such luck, don't you think? The adults are gone, and only a twenty two and twenty one year old is running one of the dominant Eastern Families."
"Yes, such luck…for both me and you…you do realize," he whispered, "that I can pull the trigger right now?" Kagome looked down at his hand. He was holding a gun.
"And you do realize…that the bank teller is watching us?"
Inuyasha turned around. No there isn't…and he felt the gun wrenched sharply out his hands and pressed firmly to his throat. He turned again to face Kagome who smiled. "You are very gullible, you know that? Good day, Mr. Moretti." And she threw the gun in the bushes and walked off.
He stared after her. In all of his murderous life, no one, not even a man, had the courage to defy him like that. He had threatened them, holding a gun or knife or whatever the hell the weapon was, and they would always talk or listen to him. Another point for the rival, he smirked.
He walked to his car as Kagome watched him from the corner of her eye from across the street. I know it's a dangerous game I'm playing, but I'll win. I always win. And she smiled and tilted her head up to the sky, her raven black hair brushing her waist. Mother…aren't you proud of your little girl?