part 34

Third Person POV

On the way back to the Knight's residence, Müller noticed a car following them all the way from a safe distance of course. He almost missed it because of Giuseppe constant blabbing.

Müller gave Emma who was in the back seat with Giuseppe, a look through the rear view mirror. She sneaked a peak through the tinted glass behind her before giving Müller a nod through the mirror.

"Buckle up, kid." She said, bringing Giuseppe's blabbing to a stop. He looked at her puzzled.

She only nodded at the seat belt, urging him put it on.

Giuseppe obeyed her, he turned around to look outside the glass to see what was going on, and he noticed the car that speeded its way out of the traffic right when they did, trying to catch up to them.

He knew they were been tailed, and only one person came to his mind. "G- give me your phone." He said to Emma urgently, still looking through the glass.

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Emma looked at him when she heard his shaken voice, only to see his pale frightened face. Long gone the playful blabbering kid from few minutes ago.

"THE PHONE, GOD DAMN IT!" He yelled snatching it out of her hand.

Müller lifted his eyes to the mirror to glare at the insolent kid, but stopped when he saw his features. He's never seen him this scared.

He was always overbearingly playful that it was annoying at times.

The trio scrutinised the trembling kid, his hands were shaking terribly that he could even swipe the phone open.

Emma snatched it from him before dialling the one number she guessed he wanted. He only ever had one person she knows he would show these signs of great fear for.

She handed him the phone as it rang.

His tearful eyes looked up at her with a great deal of fear and pain in them. She couldn't help but feel a twitch in her heart. She felt for the boy she always saw so bright and cheerful.

Giuseppe took the phone with trembling hands. "S- sorella? Stai bene, sorella?" (S- sister? Are you okay, sister?"

Few moments later the phone slid down his hands, and a heart-wrenching loud sob followed. "No, no, no, no, it can't be. It can't be." The boy chanted.

"Hey, Giuseppe what's wrong?" Emma cradled the boy's face her hands, trying to understand what's wrong with him but in vain. He kept on repeating the same words while sobbing as if he was in denial of whatever news he just received.

Emma took her phone that fell in between the seats, she dialled the last number before putting it on her ear. "Where is Daniella?" Emma asked when the voice of one of the guards rang in her ears instead of Daniella's.

"S- she was killed, young miss. We were ambushed on the way back to the mansion, she was the target apparently." The guard explained.

Emma hang up, then looked at Müller. "Let them catch up to us." She ordered.

She knew whomever is not n their tail is after Giuseppe. They wanted him dead, and she'll be damned if she let them have it their way.

They will regret ever terrorising a young boy in her custody.

Müller led them to an alley on the most dangerous part of Berlin, the same one where Emma used to conduct most of her secretive meetings with her brother. "Should I call for back up?" Asked Müller once they were close to their destination.

"No need to. I'm more than enough." She said.

The car behind them came to halt when they did in the far end of the alley. It was late at night and the men that were chasing them had a bad feeling about this once they entered this part of the city.

They had a hunch that they were lured to a trap, but discarded the idea thinking they wouldn't have noticed them as they were keeping a safe distance between them.

So when Müller stopped in the far end of the alley, the men parked their car at the entrance in attempt to block whatever escaping attempt, but also to be close from the exit if things went south.

However their frightened expressions turned into smug looks when Emma got out of the car.

A woman was an easy target. They thought.

Emma stopped Müller from stepping out of the car, she was enjoying their looks of confidence that they can take on a woman so easily. "Don't let him out of your sight." She said referring to Giuseppe who was still sobbing brokenly.

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"So are you going to tell me why two grown up men chasing a child so young that could be their grandchild?" Asked Emma as she leaned on the hood of the car.

"Move away, sweetie. We don't want to harm that beautiful fa- ahh." One of them started arrogantly, but ended up with a scream before hitting the ground with a thud.

Two knives came flying at him, one in his eyeball and the other in his heart. He dropped dead before even taking the first step towards her.

The other one looked at his dead friend and then at Emma who still stood in the same position.

"There's only one person who can act all confident with me and go away with it, and that's not him." She said, shrugging.

"You fucking crazy bitch!" He yelled. "Who kills people because they don't like their attitude!" He exclaimed angrily.

"Oops, was he a close friend." She faked sympathy. "You should know better, after all you're hunting a kid I'm sure you only know from a picture that was sent to you to kill him." She said, her eyes blazing with fury.

The man charged at her, full speed trying to knock her down, but ended up on the ground.

Emma knocked him down on the ground in a swift move making him groan at the pain that shot through his head and shoulder fro the force of the fall. She put a knife on his neck after crouching next to him.

"Give me a name." She ordered icily.

"Fuck off!" He gritted.

Emma dug the knife into the side of his neck. "You're gonna die anyway, but how, now that's totally up to you. Whether you give me a name and I end you quickly and painlessly, or resist and I keep you alive until the last drop of blood in your veins spill. Your choice." She said with a dark glint in her eyes. It was as if she was already imagining the picture of him writhing in pain, begging to be killed.

"I- I don't know." He knew this woman in front of him is crazy enough to live up to that threat and he was in no way curious about how what she just described felt.

"Now, now, let's not lie to each other, shall we?" Emma said.

"I really don't kn-"

"Give. Me. A. Fucking. Name!" She seethed, digging the knife further, making the man wince from the immense pain he was feeling.

"His father! It was his father." He said with a scream.

Emma backed away a bit, surprised at the sudden revelation before she regained her posture and dug the knife through the man's throat, dragging it up slicing his neck open as a result.

It was a quick death, just like how she promised him.

She stood up and started walking back to the car, thinking about what she just heard.

Giuseppe has a lot of explanation to do. That's all what kept going on in her mind.

A/N

Hey, lovelies.

So here the update as I said. It was supposed to be an hour or two earlier but I had to rewrite it because I accidentally deleted the first draft.

What do you think Giuseppe is hiding?

Hope you enjoy it.

Until next time.