Killed? or Saved?

Sweat started to trickle down my brow as it was time I had to jump into action. I let out a sigh and took my cell phone to read his text – My men will be following you. One simple mistake and your girlfriend is going to be dead.

“Fuck it,” I mumbled and slid the phone into my pocket. I walked to my father's room trying so hard to keep my emotions in check.

“It’s time we should go. The meeting is going to happen in an hour.” I said.

As soon as he heard me, he left his cigarette in his ashtray and walked out of the room along with me. We reached the car and our bodyguards followed us.

As per our plan, when we took a turn, our car was replaced with a car similar to ours and the guards started to follow the wrong one. Before the driver noticed it, I took out the gun, pointed it at my father, and shouted looking at the driver “Stop the car.”

“Boss?” he was perplexed.

“Stop it.”

When he stopped the car, I got out of it dragging my father along with me.

“Hayden…”

“I’m sorry,” I spoke meekly.