“Congratulations, I say,
congratulations, boy, you've just bought you and your friend and my son's fiancée
some more time, well done,” said the Dragon, much to my shock. I’m surprised
the Dragon let us off. For a man with a bloodthirsty reputation, he isn’t
really known as a man who would give you a “Get Out Of Jail” card for free. And
yet somehow, the infamous Dragon is letting us go.
I knew he only said some time, but
it was enough to start thinking of a way to get myself, Charlie and Heathcliff
out of this situation again. I was tempted to leave Heathcliff behind for all
of the annoying things he would say, but I can’t bring myself to do it. I’ve
known him since I was 6 and he was 8. Even at the time, he was quite idiotic,
absolutely obsessed with fairytales and being the “Prince” in every game we
played. I suppose my dislike of overbearing suitors started from that childhood
trauma of being forced into acting out his little fantasies straight from the
huge encyclopedic book of fairytales he had.
I was snapped out of reminiscing
when the Tiger burst out into some sort of childish fit. “How dare you! You just
leave me, with absolutely no warning, expecting me to step into your shoes when
our training wasn’t even complete!”
The Dragon shook his head. “You
should always be ready my boy. What if I had really died? You would never have
been able to take over the business.” The Dragon’s voice slid into icy tones,
and the Tiger immediately stopped his tantrum.
“I don’t need to take up every
single inch that your rather large shoes left,” the Tiger stated. “I have our
money behind, plus my fiancée’s. Haven’t you realized who she is?”
The Dragon turned his attention to
me, and I could feel the blood drain from my cheeks. Within a few strides, the
Dragon was in front of me, inspecting my face. “Ah, if it isn’t the young North
heiress. How nice to see you’ve made friends with my boy, especially coming
from my arch-enemy’s family.” He took my chin in his hands and raised my face.
“I do wonder if you’re a spy.”
“Ask your son. He’s the one who
kidnapped me. I had no arrangement in this what so ever,” I scoffed. “From what
I heard, that’s something you taught him, hmm?”
“Ooh, feisty girl.” He let go of
me, and I felt a shudder climb up my arm. “Much like your mother, I must say,”
he said to the Tiger. From the sudden and subtle shift in the Dragon’s facial
expression, it seemed like she wasn’t in the picture anymore. He sighed
heavily. “I guess we must be going now.” He and some of his own men (probably
terrorists) started walking towards some vehicles.
“Wait, the warehouse is the other
way,” pointed out the Tiger.
“Who says we’re going to the
warehouse?” replied the Dragon. “That place is old, and if someone so idiotic
and naïve like this boy can figure out how to get here, we won’t be safe there.
We’re going to my place.”
“You mean we’re going into the
mountains or something?” asked Charlie innocently. He didn’t seem to have
understood that the previous comment was aimed at him.
I just looked at him in some mix
of shock and awe. For a guy my age, how stupid and green could he be? You don’t
ask that type of questions to a man known for fraud, murder, escaping prison
and hanging out with terrorists!
The Dragon just chuckled, to my
relief. “Yes, I suppose you could say that youngster. It’s much safer there.”
“I need to go back to get my
stuff!” exclaimed the Tiger.
“We don’t have time, Wolfgang
Sebastian! Now listen to your father and come along!” snapped the Dragon.
“Yes, father,” muttered the
Tiger…or should I say, Wolfgang. He shuffled towards the vehicles.
I paused to think for a second.
Wolfgang Sebastian…why did that seem so familiar?
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