Filed To Story: Returning to Her Not-So-Poor Family
Seeing the generous amount of money, the woman’s first instinct was to pocket it quickly, before locking her door, fearing that someone might see and try to rob her.
Gordon didn’t offer any further assistance, instead, he turned and caught up to Mirabella.
From a distance, he saw Mirabella hurl an alleyway bamboo pole like a javelin, hitting Cornell square in the back.
Cornell let out a cry of pain and fell face-forward. Mirabella quickly caught up, and a fight ensued.
Gordon rushed forward to lend a hand, but Cornell, outmatched and outskilled, pulled a knife and scattered some powder, but to no avail.
Mirabella grabbed his hair and slammed him against a wall, “Try moving again, see what happens.”
“So can’t you guys from Mafia Rock keep your word? You said you’d spare me, and now you’re trying to kill me.
What’s the meaning of this?” Cornell, unable to break free from Mirabella’s grip, gritted his teeth and questioned.
Mirabella and Gordon exchanged glances. Mafia Rock?Wasn’t Mr. Elliot also from Mafia Rock?
“Whoever made that promise to you, you should find him.” Mirabella decided to play along, refusing to let go.
Cornell let out a cold laugh, “Why bother pretending? Wasn’t it your boss who made the promise to me?”
Mirabella wondered, was he talking about Mr. Elliot? Or someone else?
“I can spare you, but I need to know the whereabouts of the woman who played your wife.” Mirabella stated coldly.
Cornell laughed mockingly, “Are you testing me? What, you suspect she’s not dead? Didn’t she die at your hands? And you didn’t even spare the child. Wasn’t that your style to kill all the related people?
Even when they died in front of your eyes, you still don’t believe. If she’s alive, she wouldn’t let this go so easily.”
Mirabella hadn’t expected to get so much information from him. It seerned that the woman, and the child who played their son, were indeed dead.
Cornell was indignant, “You promised, once we played out the act, each of us would receive twenty dollars, and you guaranteed you’d let us go. But you broke your promise, killing the two of them, and now hunting me down.”
He had thought they would honor their promise.
But, seeing therm hell-bent on wiping him out, he took to his heels in a frenzy.
Finally, having nowhere else to run, he sought refuge in the unlikeliest place, this intricate little town.
But, not even a month in, they had found him again.
“I’m not with the Mafia Rock,” Mirabella finally confessed. “I just want to know why you deceived my grandpa. If you spill what you know, I can spare your life.”
At this, Cornell’s shock gave way to panic.
So, these two weren’t with the Mafia Rock. He was done for.
“Tell what I know? That’d be signing my death warrant. I know all too well how ruthless they can be.
You might as well kill me now than have me spill!”
Either way, if the other side found out, he was a goner.
Gordon was at a loss when this stubborn mule refused to talk. Then, Mirabella cut in with her icy tone.
“Speak up, and I can keep you alive. If you don’t, I’ll use you as bait to lure them out. They’re after you, their bait, and will definitely show themselves. Then, nabbing any one of them would give us the truth.
It’s just a matter of time.”
This made sense to Cornell.
Gordon hadn’t expected Mirabella’s sharp wit, threatening him into compliance.”You know their methods. What would happen to you if they knew you’ve sung like a canary, I needn’t say.
Whether you want to live or not, that’s up to you.”
Cornell hadn’t imagined this young lass could be so ruthless.
“What good does my death do you?” Cornell asked, unwilling to give in.
“I’m not known for my patience. I’ll count to three. If you refuse, then you really won’t have any way out.” Mirabella said, her face expressionless. “One, two.”
Caught off guard by her quick counting, Cornell blurted out at “three,” “I can tell you, but how can you guarantee my safety?”
“If the ones after my grandpa are them, not you, I’ll settle the score with them. And if they’re gone, who’s left to threaten you?”
“Your word means nothing. How do I know you’re capable?”
It wasn’t that Cornell didn’t believe her, but she was too young, as was the boy by her side.
They were going to take down the other side, just the two of them?
Impossible!
“Your only choice is to believe.”
And if he didn’t, what then?
Biting the bullet, Cornell finally said, “Alright, I’ll take your word for it, just this once.”He spilled all he knew, not for any other reason, but because he was done fleeing.
He wanted to live his life in the daylight, free and honest.
He would no longer be threatened by anyone or anything.
Upon concluding her conversation with Cornell, Mirabella casually instructed Gordon, “Spread his current location as soon as possible”
“Roger that.” Gordon whipped out his phone and immediately disseminated the information.
Cornell, who was just pinned against the wall by Mirabella by his hair, rubbed his sore scalp and cautiously asked, “Are you guys working for Darren?”
“That’s not for you to ask, Mirabella retorted coldly.
“What should I do next?”
“Go to the corner store, pick up some stuff, and then go home. Wait for the fish to bite.”
With no other choice, Cornell complied.
“We’ll head to his place first.”
Mirabella deliberately chose to part ways with Cornell. Gordon, feeling anxious, quickened his pace to catch up with Mirabella and whispered, “Ms. Bella, are you sure you trust him? What if he uses the excuse of going to the store to bolt?”
“He’s more afraid of us bolting on him.”
Gordon glanced back and sure enough, Cornell was constantly looking back, evidently worried they’d vanish.
Gordon decided to let it slide.”If he wants to stay alive, he’ll cooperate.’ Mirabella confidently declared.
Ten minutes later.
Cornell returned home with a pack of cigarettes. Not long after, there was a knock at the door.
Cornell didn’t dare to answer it, looking to Mirabella for guidance. Mirabella motioned for him to ignore it.
The person outside hammered on the door for a while, eventually losing patience and kicked the door open.
About a dozen masked figures flooded into the room, their arrival as chilling as the grim reaper’s descent.
Cornell, pretending to eat his porridge, was so scared that his spoon slipped from his grasp. He stumbled back, pleading, “Elliot, Mr. Elliot, you promised to spare me.”
The group’s leader, Mr. Elliot, stared at him coldly, “Finally gotcha.”
He lunged forward, clutching Cornell’s throat, “Didn’t think you’d have the guts to hide right under our noses.
Since we’re acquainted, I might as well send you off myself.
Cornell desperately slapped at Mr. Elliot’s hand, but the latter’s grip was as tight as a vice.
He was quickly running out of air.
Just then, a slender hand swiftly appeared. Mr. Elliot tried to block it, but Mirabella managed to shield Cornell in a flash. Mr. Elliot squinted, recognizing her, “You again?”Suddenly, the door was locked from the inside. Everyone turned around to see Gordon blocking the exit.
It was then that they realized they’d walked into a trap.
“Well, well. Setting a trap to lure us in. You’re getting bolder. Mr. Elliot sneered.
Cornell gasped for breath, trying to soothe his aching throat. He’d almost been strangled by Mr. Elliot, and initially thought Mirabella wouldn’t save him. But the young girl proved to be more reliable than he’d thought.
“Little girl, you’re quite capable, finding him before us and convincing him to turn. You’ve certainly changed my perception of rich girls,” Mr. Elliot sneered at Mirabella, “Unfortunately for you, you’re not getting away today!”
“Less talk, more action.” Mirabella lunged forward, prompting Mr. Elliot to quickly draw a switchblade.
The others joined the fray, and seeing Mirabella in danger, Gordon rushed over to protect her.
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