WhenTheCold Pounds on the door

小寒 [4] / [20]

“I’m the member of an organization which can alter or erase any trace of your identity entirely. Without any trace. Don’t dare look at my sister.”

As soon as Alexander noticed that Lucas tried to ask Kiara questions, Alexander stopped him. But it was useless, as she just furiously glared at him.

Lucas looked frightened. He hesitated and looked around. At first he tried to sustain this awful situation surrounding him, but he soon surrendered. It seemed so difficult to him to lie when confronting Kiara, who was staring directly and defiantly into his eyes.

"Lucas Arias, born on 29 November, 2000. My address is 304 Goodrich Blvd, apartment 4D."

Right after Lucas answered him, Alexander called his office. Anna answered the phone. He spoke as if he is talking to a rough guy.

"Yatra, it's Coyote. Check this identity. Lucas Arias, born November 29, 2000 . . ."

At first Anna thought she received a prank call. But she noticed his voice, and dealt with the work quietly and silently. As he spoke, Lucas said nothing and stared at the floor. Once Anna had received the information from Alexander, there was silence for a full two minutes, until Anna's voice, barely audible from outside, emanated from the phone.

"Understood," said Alexander, ending the call and turning to Lucas.

He knew that Lucas spoke the truth at least this time. And he grinned contemptuously at Lucas, regarding him as a person whose mental state was not so great. Kiara, embarrassed at her brother's unfamiliar expression, which she'd never seen before, didn't interrupt this situation further, and just kept her eyes fixed on their faces.

"If you really live at that address, you'd better not even try to leave or move to another place. Because if you do, my guys will be all over you. And make no mistake, it'll be bloody. Unlike you, they're all real men. Do you think they'd let the girlfriend and sister of one of their own get fucked around by someone? Especially a wet-behind-the-ears little shit like you?"

Alexander spoke to Lucas. Lucas' face, which was already pale, assumed an even more deathly palor. Alexander continued.

"Also, it'd be better if you don't say a single word about this. This is life-saving advice, believe me, and there's no reason not to follow it unless you're a moron. If you just leave now, as quiet as a church mouse, I'll let it go. No one even has to know you're here. How about that?"

“Yes, will do,”

Lucas answered with a frightened voice.

“Now, get the hell out of here. Don’t ever come within my sight again, or my sister's.”

Lucas staggered as he left the place. He didn’t dare try to look back him, or even Kiara.