Chapter 4.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know if it was inappropriate of me to ask, but I was curious and as they were immersed in their own conversation, I said: so your name is Leo, but ¿what is your last name?, to which he simply answers: Don't tell me you've never heard my last name out there, I guess they've really kept you in the dark, darling, my name is Leo and my last name is Prahl, with the smile the man said it was noticeable that he was proud to mention it.

That surname sounded familiar to me from somewhere and from the pained face my mother had and the embarrassed face she had Kira could understand that he was someone popular, so I asked again, ¿Are you famous, a writer, a singer or a TV presenter?, To which the man, letting out a sinister laugh, answered: no, darling, I am neither a writer nor a singer, much less a TV presenter, however, I can manage all those sectors with a single command from my voice, I am Leo Prahl, the leader of the Zoldych Mafia, which makes you my little heiress, the successor to the empire I have formed.

Immediately, my mind went blank and I could only hear a lot of announcements repeated over the years regarding this man, a drug trafficker wanted everywhere, crimes under his organization, how ruthless he could be, absolutely everything that was on the news I had heard, but I had not paid attention to it.

For some moment all that information was rewinding in my mind… I looked at my mother trying to ask her, but she just nodded silently, after that revelation everything went dark, black, however, I didn't faint, I was shocked, but not to lose consciousness again but because a prick in my side felt almost like the same sensation you have when you get a blood test or get a vaccine and indeed I fainted listening to sweet dreams sleeping beauty…

When I opened my eyes again I was in an unknown room, it was big and very spacious, it took up at least a quarter of where I lived before, I wasn't home, and I had no idea where I was, so carefully sliding I got up and went to the door, someone could be on the other side, the door seemed the most certain option to get out of here, but when I turned the knob, it was closed, even after shaking and pulling several times it didn't budge.

It was crazy, my life was completely turned upside down for reasons I no longer understood, suddenly the door was pushed open causing me to almost fall, I looked up to see one of the men who was in that hospital room before I fainted, one of those who did not speak, but was still dressed in a suit and maintained a neutral appearance, he did not smile or seem to have any emotion on his face

Your father wants to see you, was more than enough to answer him: he is not my father, I have never seen him, that man claims something he is not, I repeated to myself internally: you must not listen to him, do not pay attention to him, but of course I had to do what they told me because I was not in my space, I was in a place totally foreign to mine, I did not understand half of how I had gotten into this situation or how I was going to get out of it.

I simply followed the man who guided me down the hallway, it was long and dark, the colors were neutral and cold except for the red carpet on the floor that gave it that touch of elegance.

In my opinion, the hall was full of doors each one scarier than the other, some had scratches and were grey, others looked like rotten wood, which made me wonder how many people lived here and where exactly this place was, it seemed gigantic, no one had such a huge house.

The man stopped in front of a rather large door and called: sir, the girl has woken up, immediately the word come in from the other side was heard and then the same neutral-looking man opened the door so that he could be seen behind a large black desk writing things by hand as if he were some writer, but what made my soul leave my body was the gun that was stained red on the desk.

The door closed and it was only Leo and I, who simply without looking at me said: I bet you're wondering if I've killed someone recently with that gun.

Well dear, the question can be read in the emotions that are felt in the air, but the answer is obvious, yes, with a proud smile on his face he put down the pen to tell me: take a seat, we have a lot to talk about, I have missed 25 years of your life, but I have kept you a secret in each of those years, change that face, you still haven't seen a corpse or someone die in front of you, you can't think that I have brought you here to kill you, I didn't think twice and sat down and although a little distant I asked him: ¿where are we?, and as if it were nothing I heard him say: while you were sleeping I brought you home, my heart began to race, when things became clear this was a kidnapping, I didn't even know if we were in the same state or still in the same country, but that didn't stop me from asking him: ¿where is my mother?, for which the smile of an old sadist appeared on his face to tell me: don't worry about her for now, as long as you follow my instructions your mother won't suffer a single scratch.