She Is The Daughter Of Their Enemy

RAYMOND POV

I can't stand her, I can't be damned around her.

My insides scream with fury, I continue looking for some sign for the past fifteen years.

Blondy, we all have a fucking weakness and I must find out yours, although I don't know it.

For someone who is without a record, was it hidden?

What the fuck are you hiding Penny?

When I reached downstairs I saw Oscar, come on let's go to her apartment, I said.

We got into one of our cars with Frank, and we left for the Blondy house.

What happened down there, Raymond? he asked and I frowned.

What are you talking about? I asked.

Come on Raymond, you haven't even touched a hair of the blondy since she came.

We don't torture innocent people Oscar, I said.

Of course, we do, you know that Raymond.

Only when necessary, I said.

I don't see it necessary, not until I'm sure his words are recorded in my mind before tormenting her.

We arrived at one of the poorest communities in Murcia, we got down from the truck and we went to the building where she lived.

The building is falling piece by piece, we climb the stairs to the third floor and Oscar knocks on the wooden door and it just opens.

When we enter the small tiny apartment, It has a kitchen with only a stove, a small table, a small bed, a small closet, and a tiny bathroom.

When we look at the drawers, there are only photographs of her and the dark girl at the bar, there's is nothing else.

There's nothing special to look at.

Who is the blondy anyway, I turn to look at Oscar and find him shocked looking inside the closet.

Does she have a corpse in the closet? I tried to joke, but he didn't respond, his eyes scanning the closet analyzing each thing in then.

I got closer and what I saw also left me shocked.

On Penny's closet door, there are several photographs of a man, newspaper articles that talk about him, where he was last seen and he is not just any man. Aleksandr Vladimir.

The damn man who has accounts pending with us.

The idiot we have been searching for in the sky, sea, and land to tear his body apart piece by piece.

And the blondy is tracking him, why?

Oscar's eyes navigate from one photo to another at a high speed, deciphering each point, every failure connecting data and creating a thousand theories as if it were a game of children.

Although Oscar took it seriously, making it his own game and he is the king of the board.

The photos have notes of the times he was last seen in the place, concise data.

Oscar finishes analyzing everything, packs her clothes in a backpack furious and we leave.

I climbed into the driver's seat, Oscar was looking at Blondy's information.

I'm heading to the orphanage in the city, from the place where we came from, the place directed by Aleksandr.

When we arrived at the small orphanage in Murcia, the managers let us pass without questioning us, they lowered their heads without being able to make eye contact visually with us, and we walked to the computer room.

We have been controlling this orphanage since we left here ten years ago.

Oscar connects a modulator to the monitor and calls Noah to search for any flies that Aleksandr is hiding.

Noah searches all the files hidden from the institution, files that we know Aleksandr tried to hide.

Shit, I know it's here, but I managed to find it, Noah said on the line, I have it.

When the document opens, Oscar and I read it.

The photo of a blonde girl with braids hair in the file, her blue eyes are not as bright as now, and he didn't smile in the photo, her face has no expressions.

Name: Penelope Stewart

Age: 9 years

Blood: AB-

Allergies: Does not register

Relatives: Does not register

Observations: Anger problems,

Eating problems. Violence was unjustified.

We continue to read the file, her father was a monster, her father was an idiot who killed her mother in front of her.

She has anger management problems, and post-traumatic stress and records several fractures.

Oscar left the orphanage more confused in the beginning, until entering his mansion he received a call.

Whatever they told him in the line made him angry.

Daughter of a bitch he roared, took out his gun from his back pocket, and Walk inside the mansion.

What's going on? I asked.

Noah came down the stairs alone in sweatpants.

Where is she? Oscar roared again.

Noah pointed to the hallway where the basement is and Oscar ran towards there, he kicked the door open.

A small ubiquitously figure was sleeping on the small mattress, she was startled because of the noise but Oscar had already gone to her front and pointed a gun at her forehead.

What the fuck Oscar? Noah roars.

The blondy blinked in confusion at the realization, but she didn't even flinch from the gun in her head.

Where is he? Oscar asked with his jaw clenched.

Where is who? the blondy asked.

Aleksandr.

The name of that man made her tense from head to toe, her smile faded away and her eyes shine.

With everything I couldn't figure out just now but when we heard his name Noah tensed next to me and my face darkened

I don't know who you are talking about, she refuted.

No? Oscar said, What kind of a daughter are you, who doesn't know where her father is?

The name shocked me, as it does to Noah.

The blondy is Aleksandr's daughter, Penny tenses even more, her face darkening.

That son of a bitch is not my father, she said.

Don't fucking lie to me, Oscar explodes, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her body while his other hand keeps the gun in her head.

You both share a disgusting DNA.

That bas...tard is n...ot my fa..ther, she stutters.

Penny's face begins to turn red, her hands squeeze on Oscar's grip which does not give her way.

I should kill you, so I would give back some pain to that son of a bitch.

The blondy laughs, she laughs ironically.

I like the sound of that.

You would do him a favor if you killed me, that is something that I have not achieved in so many years.

Oscar releases her suddenly and she falls to the floor coughing, catching her breath while Noah approaches to help her get up.

He went to his office, I followed Oscar upstairs, he was pouring himself a whiskey while his hands shook slightly.

Family always comes first, if Blondy represents some pain to me then I will kill her or one of my brothers will do it.

The Blondy is Aleksandr's daughter, she is a weapon both in our favor and he would try to attack when he realizes that his daughter is here so we have to act before him, I said.

But Oscar didn't speak, he moved his glass of whiskey, I saw the gears of his brain move, his eyes wandered all over the bar, on all the whiskey bottles.

No, he exclaims, killing her wouldn't help, she knows something and he sits in the chair in front of me.

Penny has an Ace up his sleeve, he said.

She is his daughter, Raymond.

She hates him or at least you can she is a double-edged sword, remember the reports from the orphanage, he killed her mother and he must be the cause of her fractures that are in the past.

He thinks while he keeps moving the glass of whiskey, she wants revenge.

Revenge is like fire, a small flame is enough, and I will give her the fuel she needs to burn everything to pieces.

I see where you're going, I laughed.

We'll give Penny that one fuel she needs, she already has it in her.

She was tracking him before, she just needs resources, no one knows you more than your daughter.

She grew up with the monster and she will turn into a worse one when Will gives her a hunt.

She will find that son of a bitch, and then he'll pay for every bill pending that he owes us.And what will happen to the blonde later?

When she no longer serves us, we kill her. I smile.

What's the plan?