Chapter 5 Harrison Daughter
Amara
Your…your Liam I say breathlessly.
There's no point, I can't hide it, the fear, the shock. I know exactly who this man is. Trapped. Trapped in this prison with Liam fucking Draeger. While Killian lurks and leaves notes on my prison bed. This is a NIGHTMARE!!!
So you haven't been living under a rock. Your face tells me all Kitten. You know exactly who I am. Now tell me, who are you?
My hands are shaking. Frozen. I am frozen. What should I do? What should I say? I can't tell him I am Killain's. That would get me killed either by him or Killian. I can't tell him what happened that night. That my best friend tried her best to assure my safety. That he is leaving notes on my bed. That he is coming for me.I can't tell him how I know his name. How I know every single thing about his time with Killain and the constant fight over the city sense. Lying to him would be stupid as well. I look at his face dark and questioning. He's waiting for an answer. So I wont lie. But I wont tell him about Killian.
I'm Amara…Black… I say forcing my hands to be still and my face solid.
And who is Amara Black? How do you know my name well enough to tremble?
My father is Andrew Harrison…
The room is thick with tension. His face dropped as the words left my lips. Now I'm not the only one in shock unable to hide the emotions. I watch him as he takes it in. Moving his body away from me. Looking at me in disbelief.
Your lying Harrison had no children.
He did. There's a reason my last name isn't Harrison.
The leader of the mafia Harrison was your father?
Yes up and until his untimely death.
And you're here, no you wouldn't be here.
There are only 3 other people on this planet that know this. Well and now you.
And how do you know this?
My father used to come see me. Once a year.
That doesn't explain how you know me.
You're kidding right. After him and that other guy…died you came in and took over the city.
Lots of people came and tried to do that Ms Black.
Yeah but only two people actually did it. And the city has been divided since.
He steps closer to me and holds my chin up And who was the other guy that took over.
What is his name
I…dont recall… My small lie leaves my lips tasting like salt as it comes out.
He smirks and removes his fingers from my chin.
That will be all Ms Black. You can return to your cell.
Liam
I watch her walk to the door and leave. My head reeling from what she had just said. She wasn't lying about that being her father or at the very least her believing it. But even with that blow, she wasn't telling me everything. Stories of me wouldn't have caused such fear and hesitation. Does she know? Does she know who killed her father? No no that's impossible. No one knows about that. I was discrete. Even my men had no knowledge. Regardless of what she's hiding, I will find out. Harrison's daughter. Not too long ago I would have killed her myself. Without a second thought. Had I known she existed.
How did he manage to keep her a secret for so long? I guess even that man had his smarts. His enemies would have had no issue using her for their gain. Ransome, rape, murder. Growing up in a constant state of fear is no place for a child to be raised in. I am sure he took great pride in his dirty little secret. As i will take great pride in fucking his pride and joy making her scream more daddy. Such a shame he isn't alive to watch me take his little princess and turn her into my thirsty little slut.
I grab my keys and head to my meeting. The sun is slowly going down. Ricky will be there already, for us to ensure this deal goes smoothly. He should also have that file. Now more intrigued than ever to learn more about Amara. I pull into the warehouse parking lot. Ricky is leaning against his white pick up truck. In his usual plaid shirt and jeans. A cigarette in his mouth and file under his arm. I hop out of the car, my heart racing with thrill. Maybe I will find out what my kitten hides tonight.
Hey boss
Ricky, I nod my head
Well give me the file
Dont you wanna know how the drop went?
You're alive, that tells me it went well. Now the file Ricky.
Ok boss but you're not gonna like it. He opens the file removing her picture of the top.
Meet Amara Black she's 24 years old. Born in North Connecticut. He flips another picture over of an older woman. Raised by her aunt Scarlett Blaine. At 15 she ran away from home when her aunt attempted to set up an arranged marriage. She worked at a cafe for a little over a year. Then she took the bus down here to LA. This is where it gets weird. She had an apartment for about a while here and a job. Over at that bar Dwellers. Then nothing.No new place of residence. *No bills. No job records. It's like this girl completely disappeared up until she filed a police report June 12th. Now I had to grease some lidsfor this information. But she was in clothes torn bleeding and reported an assault. But she insisted on protection before filing the claim.*Long story short, as soon as a name was dropped the officer questioning her was moved to another department. No one knows where. Then she was held for assault and the judge had final say. And you know the rest, she ended up in your prison.
This filled me with more questions than answers. Who was she, who were her people and why is there no record of her after her apartment here. Most importantly, who was the man that put his hands on my Kitten?
Amara
My stomach turns as I lay down on my cot. This is just too much. I should have never gotten involved. I wouldn't be here if I had just simply walked away that day. I wouldn't be trapped wondering which one will kill me. Liam once he finds out I have been marked and owned by Killian. Or Killian when he gets me. For his arm, for running, for telling him no to marriage, for talking to the cops, for betraying him. I remember that day in the bar. I was working. Just trying to make ends meet and survive. When Killian and his men sat down. And that night, is the night I fell in love with Killian.
Well hello there beautiful, a deep voice calls out.
I turned around from the table I had been serving, beers in hand.
He was gorgeous. His brown hair slicked back. His dark haunting eyes. Almost black. His skin was perfectly sun kissed. He was tall and brooding. His thick shoulders caught my eyes as they wandered down his tattooed sleeves. God he was…perfect.
Hello, what can I get you?
Are you on the menu? He tilts his head to the side and smiles.
I laugh, no but with pickup lines like that no wonder your in a bar
He holds his hands over his heart Oh girl your killing me.
I smile sweetly at him. Not yet I respond.
Careful sweetheart or I might have to take you up on that threat.
I roll my eyes at his comment. He may be gorgeous but he is a customer. One that looks like he would tear me apart with his teeth. Something I don't have the time for.
What can I get you? I repeat
How about some Whisky unless that's off the menu as well.
I smile, now that I can do.
I pull my knees to my chest. Trying to get rid of the images of him, of how all this started. But unfortunately for me. All I have is time to pass. Time for my brain to relive the past few years. Time for me to do nothing but think…. Do you think he knows that the prison I am retained inside is ran by Liam. Surely they both know each other's properties and locations? I've always been a fighter, finding my way around this world. For the first time in my life I don't find myself wanting to fight. I can't seem to find a way out of this one. I don't have a plan. Other than to disappear which seems highly unlikely now that I am in this situation. The judge knew he was digging my grave, he knew where he was sending me. Where was his loyalty? With Liam or Killian?
Where would me and Phoebe even run to? Where exactly is safe? Would he just not find me and drag me back home? Would she even be able to find a safe place for us to land? I know she had been looking at remote areas out of the country. Land that was cheap enough for us to buy and far enough out to where no one would think to look. Although she may seriously be underestimating his psychoticness.
Don't give up, I whisper to myself.
We always figure it out. Trying my best to encourage myself not to lose hope and not give into this crazy mess I have found myself in.