JOURNEY TO LIFE |??

I look over my shoulder at the sound of the doors opening. I expected to see a retreating figure but instead I see a tall man walking into the office like he owned the place. A crisp all black suit and those stupid glasses he never seems to remove.

Trey Santoro, Big Mike's oldest son and our biggest rival family.

My eyes roamed the room for the nearest weapon. Before I could make a move toward my mom's display sword, Omar spoke.

"Glad to see you finally decided to join us."

Trey chuckles. "I see you've started without me."

"Time waits for no man, nephew."

What was going on? My eyes darting from the man who just walked in, Omar and than my mother- whose carefully studying my every move.

She gives her head a small shake. Warning me not to do anything.

"I assumed you'd be more understanding. After all I did just bail you daughter out of prison."

Alex was in prison?
Or is there another daughter?
Possible not, he said he had six boys and a daughter.

He pours himself a glass of whiskey and downs the whole thing like it's water, then joins us at the desk.

He goes to sit on the chair beside me but with a swiftness I kick the chair from under him and it falls to the side. I sat back in my chair, pleased with myself.

Trey pinched the bridge of his nose, staring at the chair.

"You either offer me your chair or you pick the fucking chair up." He sneered.

"Ruby." My irritated glare lands on my mother. Her eyes telling me to do as he said- for the sack of peace.

I push myself out my chair. Walking toward him till we are face-to-face. Well, I was a head shorter than he was but I still stood my ground. Too proud to just comply.

"Listen to mummy, kiddo." He taunts. When I just stood there glaring at him that when that's infamous short temper of his kicks in and he shoved me into the chair I had occupied before. Turning and effortlessly picking up his chair.

I swipe his legs out from under him and pressing my boot to his neck, I glared down at him. His growl vibrated through the room.

"Shouldn't we stop them?"

"We're just guests." I heard Jared respond to Marcus.

Trey twisted my foot and brought me down to the ground, pinning me there with the weight of his body.

"This is what I get for working with kids." I heard Omar say. His tone not a slightest bit amused.

We fought and struggled on the ground then he picks me up and threw me into the nearest wall.

I grabbed a chair and smashed it against his side. While he laid on ths ground grunting, I took the time to also recover.

It went on and on, each of us trying our best to kill the other without actually killing each other.

We're caught in a blurry dance of violence.

I try to catch him with a leg sweep, but he narrowly dodges and kicks me away. We both stand back, waiting for the other one to strike now. In the pause of chaos, I snatch a glass from the bar and it goes flying across the room at Trey head. He successfully dodges it.

At a very unhumanly speed, Trey charges in, punching me in the gut. I fall to my knee in pain. I don't get much time to recover when he kicks me in the chest.