Lesson Forty-Two - Give The World A Reason To Remember Your Name.
Ever wondered how many things can happen in a space of second? Well I can tell you now a hell of a lot.
As soon as Riker had opened the door I could hear the sounds of guns clicking in our direction. I turned my own gun to the sound and seen that I was correct there was six people in the room and one of them was my mother.
I paid no attention to the others as I took in the sight of my mom. Her face was covered in tears making her makeup look like a mess on her face. She looked like she hadn't slept in days and had a busted lip. Her clothes were ripped and she had no shoes on. Tied to a chair I could see that her wrists were raw red along with her feet that were tied to the legs of the chair. It was clear to me that she had been in that position for a while.
Turning my attention back to the other people in the room I seen red. Who the hell did they think they were doing this to my mom. My mom was a simple person who didn't have anything to her name. She was spoilt, yes. She also acted like the goddam queen but without my father or Riker's dad she would have nothing. Which meant only one thing. She was taken to try and get to either my family or Riker's. The more clear option was that they were trying to get to mine. They have just pissed off the wrong girl though. I wasn't about to lay down and roll over for them like they wanted.
"Who the fuck are youse?" Yelled one of the men. He was a balding man who looked to be in his late forties. He was differently older than the rest by a mile. If I was to guess anything he was the one in charge at the moment.
"We should be asking you that. What the hell are you doing with my mom?" Taking a step closer to my mom all of their attention turned to me. Was kind of hoping it wouldn't but what else could I expect in honesty. I wanted my mom and they wanted to keep her.
"I don't think that's any of your business, kid."
Taking another step closer to my mom I watched as her head snapped up and looked at me. Watching the tears stream down her face made my heart break. My mom wasn't built to deal with this shit. She tried to call out to me but her mouth was covered by tape stopping her from speaking a word but I knew what she was doing. She was calling out my name. Begging me to help her.
"I think it is my business." I said standing behind my mom's chair. My gun was still firmly pointed at the older man and I could see Riker glancing from me to him every couple of seconds. He had other things to deal with though. There was still four more idiots in the room. "She is my mom after all."
"Don't care kid. I'm just doing what I was ordered to do and you are getting in my way."
Watching the man start to walk towards me I called out. "You really don't want to come any closer to me."
The man stopped in his tracks and let out a laugh. "And why the hell not. Your just a teenage girl who is in way over her head right now."
"And I don't think you understand who the hell I am." I said firing my gun at his foot. It hit right where I wanted it to. He wouldn't be walking anywhere for a while and I couldn't stop a smirk from crossing my face as I heard him scream out in pain.
"YOU BITCH!" He screamed out as he grabbed his foot in pain. I watched as two of the other men ran over to him to help. The probably was the other two they were even more on guard now after that. I had lowered my gun though showing I wasn't going to do the same trick twice. A risky move I know but I needed them to relax again. That shot was just a warning.
"No I'm Lyra Anderson and I'm far worse than any bitch that you can cross. So let's not insult my name right now."
Stepping around my mother I stood in front of her and looked down at the man on the ground. The two guys that were helping him helped him to stand and pointed there guns with their free hands back at me. I knew there was a 50/50 chance I was getting shot at right now but I didn't care. I was pissed off.
"Shot the bitch."
"For the last time my name is Lyra Anderson." This time I shot him in the knee and I knew I had pushed them to far.
The two guys that were holding on to me pulled the trigger and I ducked out of the way pushing my mom who was still tied to the chair with me. From the corner of my eye I seen Riker handle the two guys in the background with a quick punch to the face and knee to the stomach.
Shooting again from the ground I aimed at one of the younger guys but before I could pull the trigger again the door to the room burst open. A woman in her late thirties walked through the door with a bored expression on her face as she took in her surroundings.
"I seemed to have come at the right time."
With everyone's attention on the woman I took my chance and untied my mother who was still shouting something behind the tape. As soon as I untied my mother she ripped the tape away and stood up pulling me behind her. I was in shock as I watched as my mother stood protectively between me and the others. I didn't think she was aiming to protect me from the men though. It was the woman that had set my mother on high guard.
Riker took a stand beside my mother never lowering his gun. I could see on his face that he was just as surprised at my mothers reaction. It was clear that this wasn't a situation to be messing around in. Who ever this woman was she wasn't someone to mess around with.
As the woman walked in further into the poorly lit room I was able to see more of her features. Light brown hair that fell perfectly around her shoulder and sharp amber coloured eyes that seemed to notice everything around her. She was beautiful with her high cheekbones, sharp jaw and full lips. She didn't look like a woman that should be messed with.
"Ah Riker Kennedy." The woman's voice was as smooth as silk as she spoke. "It's been a long time since I have seen your father. Tell me is he still doing well?"
Looking at Riker I could see that he was completely caught off guard by the woman's words but I watched as something crossed his features as he took her in. Recognition. He knew who she was.
"Nisha Brooks"
I watched as her amber eyes lit up even more at the sound of Riker's voice. She took a step closer by stepping over the two guys that were lying on the ground that Riker had taken down only a few moments before.
"So you do know me."
Riker pointed his gun at the woman he had called Nisha but she didn't even seem to notice or care.
"Why are you here, actually screw that why are you in America never mind here."
Nisha turned to look at me ignoring Riker completely. Her amber eyes looked me up and down slowly as her gaze landed on me face and looked me squarely in the eyes. This woman had no fear and if she did she sure as hell didn't show it. There was something hunting about how much that gaze looked like my own.
"You must be Lyra. My, how you have grown."
"You stay away from my daughter." I had never heard such bite in my mothers tone in my life.
My mom grabbed me and pulled me even more behind her. Away from Nisha's gaze. I didn't need my mom to protect me but there was something telling me that I needed to let my mom do this. I needed to let her think she was protecting me.
"Daughter?"
"Who are you?" I asked over my mothers shoulder. I didn't want to hear what more this woman had to say to my mother. I just wanted to get this over with and go home. I was done with all this shit for one day. I had my mother standing in front of me and that's all that mattered.
"Nisha Brooks." Spoke Riker once more. "She's from one of the three biggest Mafia families in the world. Last I heard she was based in England."
In that moment I knew I shouldn't have opened my mouth to this woman. She was far more powerful than any of us standing here, even me. Now I knew how those below my power felt. Like they couldn't do anything, like they were faced with a impossible choice of losing everything. This woman could take everything. Everything my family stood for.
"You've done your research boy."
Judging from Riker face he didn't appreciate being called boy but we both knew he wasn't about to do anything to stand up to her. We weren't in the position to.
Her amber eyes landed on me once more. "How's your twin brother Damon?"
I narrowed my eyes at her. I knew it was a stupid move but I didn't care. No one brought up my brothers to try and get one over on me. She was playing a dangerous game.
"Let's not bring any of my brothers up in this."
Nisha felt her hands up in defence but the smile on her face never left. "Sorry. I know how important family can mean."
"Everything ok in here?"
A man walked in through the door who looked to be the same age as Nisha. He had the same eyes and hair colour, even the same sharp jaw line. It was clear they were related. While Nisha though was about 5'5 in height the man looked to be over six foot.
"Yea Ajay, we were just talking about family."
Nisha seemed to study me once more and I could see it in her eyes. I knew there was something about her eyes something that's told me I've seen them before.
"Ajay, clean up the mess and then let's go."
The man looked at her just as shocked as we did. "But what about them?"
Nisha looked at me again and then spoke. "Let them go. We are done here."