Chapter 5 MITCHELLE IS IN TROUBLE

CHAPTER FIVE

Abby was speechless as she sat down in the bed downed in her thoughts, could it be that he had beaten Mitchell to get the truth out of her?

Abby was in her world of thoughts that she didn't notice Amara, who had been screaming her name.

Amara's impatience grew and she snatched the phone from Abby's hand so she could read through the message, Her expression changed and her eyes widened as she read through,

hey there,

See you on the other side, Mitchell and I are waiting for you.

"Fuck" Amara yelled, She scratched her hair repeatedly knowing fully well that if Abigail gets caught she get caught as well.

Without thinking much, Amara took the sim card out of the phone and destroyed it making Abby very angry and enraged, "what the fuck do you think you are doing" she yelled, ready to rip Amara to pieces.

Amara gives a quick distance, she knows how Abby can be dangerous which makes her angry especially if the reason has something to do with her half-sister, Mitchell. "He's going to get us if you don't get rid of that stuff Okay?" She said as she began destroying Abby's phone.

Abby's expression changed to that of a sober and remorseful look. She blamed herself for whatever Mick did to her sister, her face was getting red as continuous tears rolled down her eyes. The SIM card was the only way she could talk to Mitchell, how was she going to get Mitchell out of there?

Abby sat on the bed helplessly, maybe she had made a big mistake in leaving her sister, But she felt Grenada would protect her no matter what. Little did she know that Grenada loves no one other than herself and the authority that comes with marrying Mick.

Just with a few moments of thinking, Abby began arranging her clothes back inside her bags leaving Amara confused, "I need to get a ticket" Abby said, still packing her clothes.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing huh?" Amara yelled, taking the clothes in Abby's hand and dumping them on the bed in anger.

But Abby seemed to have made up her mind, she wasn't going to sit here and let Mick torture her little sister. Abby had made a vow to herself to protect Mitchell with all her life and breaking a vow wasn't a part of Abby's character, she knew a Vow was a promise that was meant to be kept holy.

"I can't stay here and let Mitchell suffer, some people might call her my half sister but she isn't half of anything, she's my fucking blood" Abby yelled as helpless tears ran down her cheeks. She was one to get emotional at the slightest provocation.

"Fuck, I thought you were smarter than this, this is what Mick fucking wants, he is going to kill you, he doesn't even..."

"I don't give a shit if he kills me Amara '' Abby said, catching Amara's shut. Truly she isn't afraid of dying, she has killed many and knows she will also die by the relatives and friends of the ones she had killed.

Abby almost had no weakness, she killed and murdered without thinking, her only weakness was her sister Michell.

"And you think he won't kill Mitchell, she knew when you left, she was as guilty as you are Abby," Amara said.

Amara's words pierced deep into Abby's heart, her sister was guilty and Mick would blink two times if he were to pull the trigger and shoot Mitchelle, he hates Mitchell and her mother, Grenada.

Abby sat on the bed again, helpless than before, she continued to sob and Amara felt it was time to cup her into an embrace and comfort her. Amara sat beside Abby and took her head, with a quick and tender action, she placed Abby's head on her chest and patted her back.

"What do I do now, I can't watch Mitchell die," Abby said, soaking Amara's clothes with a new round of tears. Within seconds Amara's clothes were soaking with tears.

"She's my sister too, remember?" Amara asked, making Abby chuckle amidst tears, she remembered the event that made the three of them sisters.

Abby was only thirteen at that time, Amara had just turned fourteen and Mitchell was five. Abby and Amara had gone on a mission to recover a stolen drug.

Abby had pulled the trigger on their target. Thinking she was done with the mission, she turned to go and she couldn't find Amara who hid beside her, at the back of the car.

But they weren't meant to be a problem as they had a bracelet that could be used to connect and track down each other. "Where the fuck are you," Abby said to the bracelet and waited for Amara to respond but she didn't hear a response.

"Amara, where are you?" Abby asked again with more intenses but there wasn't still a reply.

Abby was in the middle of making a big decision of saving her best friend or disobeying the rules her father had set down, which was Mission First.

Abby had all the stolen drugs and had kept them in the car she hid, it took them days to recover these drugs, and with any slight mistake, the drug would be taken again. Should she drive and leave Amara or should she save Amara? She thought.

"Arrrggg" she screamed knowing fully well that if her Father gets to know she saved Amara, that will be her last breath, and there will be no one to care for Mitchell.

"Hey, daddy's girl" a deep masculine voice came from the bracelet, Abby knew once that she was speaking with Alpha Storm, one of the most dreaded Mafia lords, she was angry her father sent her here to kill the Man. Abby knew best and decided not to reply, but to listen.

"Your little bestie is with me and I don't mind blowing her head off, will daddy be mad?" Alpha said, rubbing his mustache as he pointed the gun underneath Amara's jaw.

Amara wiggled on the chair in which she was tied, Hot tears rolled down her eyes as she thought that would be her last breath.

"Bring my goods and save your friend," He said, playing with the gun on Amara's Jaw.

"Mission First" Abby replied.

The look on Amara and Alpha's face were that of shock. Amara felt betrayed that her best friend was choosing Mission over their friendship. She cried more, regretted ever knowing Abby as she cried harder.

"Don't talk directly to the bracelet next time, it made your voice loud and Horrible" Abby's little voice said, with a hint of sarcasm.

Before Alpha could say a word, she hissed and ended the call. She destroyed the bracelet afterward and brought out a backup bracelet from her boots, Amara had that as well and Abby was sure she had forgotten about their backup bracelets.

It took Abby a few hours to hatch a plan, being that she was very fast and smart. Her entrance and exit were always unexpected.

She didn't inform the remaining team about Amara's disappearance because they were going to ignore it. She had to go by herself.

The day was getting old, Abby took steady and quiet steps as she approached the Mafia's Mansion, there were lots of Guards at the entrance.

She took the pizza she had brought earlier and walked toward the guards just like a thirteen-year-old teenager would walk. Although Abby was a very heartless killer and her name was well known at a tender age, her face was rare to find.

"Pizza delivery," Abby said with a genuine smile, She stared at the Guard who was examining her instantly.

The guard had multiple scars on his face, with piercings on the eyebrows, nose, and lips. The guard had a feminine presence but Abby couldn't tell if the person standing in front of her was male or female. The voice will probably tell, she thought.

"Did he order any pizza?" The feminine voice said, Abby was glad her guess was right.

"Yes mam, and I was told to give Mr. Storm directly," Abby said and regretted why she said that because of how the woman looked at her suspiciously.

The Lady came closer to Abby and started sniffing her like a dog would sniff a bag filled with drugs. Abby's heart raced and she prayed it wasn't audible.

"Let me go get him," The Lady said, leaving Abby there. Abby did her best to hide her smile as she was excited her plan was going as she had imagined it.

A Few minutes later, the Mysterious Alpha Storm came out of the mansion and met Abby outside. His face was so firm and his mustache rough, he looked like he needed a shower. Abby examined him and observed that he was around her father's age.

Beside him was a fifteen-year-old boy, and with the resemblance, it was obvious the boy was the son of Alpha Storm.

As Alpha Storm came closer to her, the smell of sweat mixed with alcohol and cigarettes hit her nose and she unconsciously pinched her nose due to the discomfort. Alpha made her frown and let out a little groan due to her involuntary action.

"Tell my daughter to make a warm bath for me," he told the female guard who was once standing there,

In a few seconds, Abby was surrounded by Guards, her heart raced but she tried to comfort herself, she didn't know what was happening at the moment.

"Who sent you?" Alpha asked, as one of his boys brought the gun to her head, immediately the pizza fell to the ground and Abby fell speechless.