The real protectors

Oh.

Ken, once again, is shielding me. I must have to admit; Ken is the best right hand man ever. "Don't" My hand raises, in front of Ken to cease him. He is the man who would pull out the gun and shoot if he is irritated. In that case, I have to prevent him from causing things like that.

I stare through Damian's exasperated gaze. "Why would you think I would do such a thing? Dragging own clan is never my option. Only a fool like you would assume I am the one behind this" Risky. I picked this peril specifically. In return, I can cover myself with every excuse.

"Where is the evidence to prove your innocence?" Damian whispers through gritted teeth. "Let her go, Sir Damian!" Now, the polices attempt to drag this madman away. "Consider. I would never haul my clan" Convincing him is tough. But others aren't. Damian backs up.

He peers at me without any words. Somehow, his puzzled frown appears. Don't tell me I managed to play with his mind successfully. He is that easy? "Ma'am, are you all right?" Ken's voice pulls me back to reality. I nod as reply. He cares a lot more than before.

Despite the fact I am under disguise,

he treats me with care and respect.

"I have an evidence to prove my family is guiltless, Sir. May I follow as suspect?" I tilt my head. Hushing down the room. Policemen glance at each other as a man walks in from behind. "You must be Miss Verena Laurel" A voice rings. He stands across me. And I furrow brows.

"Detective Vyle" His hand comes front after introducing himself. Oh. My shot is here. Though he was exploring the mansion, there is no sight of sweat. His black hair remains neat and slicked. Are all detectives this serene at the scenes? But this detective is to be deceived.

"Pleasure" I only respond beneath a calm expression. Refusing to shake hands with him in view of the fact that he has a glove on. Not to mention the dust on the glove. "It is a bold move, Miss. You should be careful" Saying some jokes appear with a smile only.

However, this man has no beam across his face while stating a declaration. He speaks the words like a threat towards the criminals to frighten them. "Being bold is better than deceiving, Detective" I flash a smile in return. Causing his brows to raise. Is he surprised?

"I see" He murmurs.

And the room suddenly sinks into dead silence. Vyle's deep stare pierces through me like a soul taker. From the corners of my eyes, I notice the polices sweating in terror as Damian scowls. Hm. Is this detective intimidating one? Maybe? He seemed uninterested at first.

But not anymore. His eyes are gleaming with the will to dig into the case further. Guess I have to be alert around him. He might crash my plans. "Shall we go?" To break the awkwardness, I query Vyle. He nods to my question. And so I head out, followed by Damian and Ken. Bizarre.

I have yet to encounter Nesta, including Leo. The mother and son pair is missing. Nesta must be hiding in fright. Pfft. Just by thinking about it tickles me already. "Ma'am, please settle down" Vyle's voice pulls me back. We sit across each other for interrogation. "I suppose you are twins"

He flips the papers.

"What else could it be, Detective?" Crossing my legs, I lean back, hands in pockets. It is the moment, Vyle's eyes lift. "Who knows? Someone could have died and managed to live through once again by second chance" The response quiets me down. Fuck what? Is he serious?

The spot he hit is quite accurate so that I lose sentences to retort. "Are you into that reincarnation stuff?" I taunt. Playing along with his statement under a beam. He frowns. His expressions are a lot to collect but smile is nowhere to be found. "I suggest you to focus on interrogation"

At last, he alerts.

"Currently, it is difficult to discover the root of the mess. No hints to catch up with the rumor spreader as well. But the death of Violet Ravena is suspicious indeed. Your family has no criminal records but huge income from one company only which is unfeasible"

Vyle begins to explain the doubt. Makes sense. Who would believe a mere brand can bring a hundred million dollars once a week? "Are you attempting to delve into Ravena family?" This man is beating around the bushes a lot. He should ask what he wants to know from the start.

"Yes. The crime lords are being reckless in the city as you are aware. We have to shield the city from any harm" Pfft. Him? Protecting the untamable people? What a hilarious joke. Hundreds of thieves run back and forth. Many cases of rapes are occurring. And much more accidents.

What do they mean by defending? Can't they see the real protectors of the city are crime lords? We basically contact with people from other places to make this city stable by holding criminal records. The people I have killed are all guilty ones. I did right thing. We did.

And it is a fact.

"Why do you think crime lords are being impetuous?" I throw a question. "Are you interested in them?" Vyle's right brow raises. It feels as if he is trying to trap me. "Of course, I have only heard about the crime lords as tales. I wish to know more" A smile tugs at my lips to play off.

"Several deaths are happening like a ring, Miss Verena Laurel. Those dead people also have criminal records, except the guiltless members following the idiotic leaders" Vyle mocks. And I let out a chuckle. But does he know I am trying to restrain my fury? I wish to punch him.

We clearly have different point of view.

"You sound determined to capture one crime lord at least" I proclaim. Pushing a smile to tug at lips. "Yes, I admit" Vyle replies. "Weren't you also determined to rescue the Ravena family from being investigated?" The question from him tickles me. He returns with sarcasm.

It is as if he finds it pleasant to use the same card against others which they used on him. "No. It is called saving the family from baseless rumor" I assert. He, now, furrows his brows. Human nature is so simple. One trick and they are uncertain about everything.

"Three days, you have seventy two hours to prove your family's innocence" Vyle allows. Quite plenty time given. I require one day only to be honest. But well, I have to play desperate. "Do you have any suggestions, Detective?" Tilting my head, I hit him with clueless acting skills.

"Suggestions on concealing the truth?" He mocks. Boring. "Wait and see how I shield my family" I flash a smile. "We will get the results soon" Vyle concurs. "I assume this is the end of interrogation" Finally, I am free. Both of us leave, but to different ways. "What did he query?"

Damian's voice drags my attention.

He is still waiting at the parking lot with Ken to obtain the information. Great. I guess he is not that coward to run away in this kind of situation. "He offered three days to find evidences you are not involved in my sister's death" The point is direct, yet Damian seems perplexed.

"Shouldn't they be the ones investigating about rumor spreader to arrest?" He throws a question out of puzzlement. "Well, as you can see, the detective Vyle, handling the case, does not favor the idea to dig in about rumor spreader since he doubts the Ravena family more"

Isn't it simple to understand?

Why is this man questioning almost everything? It pains my heart with embarrassment to realize I nearly fell in love with a halfwit. "Fuck!" In rage, Damian shouts. "I am heading back. There is going to be works to do now that I have only three days in hands"

I open the car door. What's the point of asking permit from him to prove the innocence of family? I am Verena Laurel who is blood related. I have to show off I care enough to rescue the clan. "Wait" Damian voices. What again?! I turn around, maintaining the calm face.

"Just because I am letting you search for clues to cover the clan does not mean I am welcoming you and giving up on the gamble" The warning from him causes my lips to form into a grin. It is not out of amusement, but rather the frustration. Who the fuck is he even?

"Let me remind you one thing. You used to be my sister's husband. That's all. No one respected you as the clan leader. I am the real daughter of the Ravena. You should be glad I spared you with gamble instead of kicking your little family out" He needs to be humbled for real.

Damian's jaw clenches.

And I get inside car, leaving him there.

Before returning, I witness Ken bowing.

I nod with a smile as acknowledgement.