Elijah's Pov
I step after Scar, checking behind to make sure no one has followed us. The exit is a long way through the secret passage with multiple gates in between.
The key to the first is required while the rest are hidden around each gate. To fulfill this purpose, Connor waits for us at the second turn.
Scar halts seeing him, her breathing visibly escalating. “Dad,” She whispers in fear.
I gently pat her arm to calm her down. “It's okay, he’s with us.”
Connor scowls at my words. “Don’t lie to her, I'm not with you.”
“You're still helping us.”
He stepped forward till he was eye to eye with me. “Because you stooped so low to start blackmailing your own family.”
I felt Scar gently tugging at my arm, telling me to step back. But she doesn't understand that's not how Mafia works. Backing down isn’t a smart move, rather an act of weakness.
I shook my head and sighed. “Open the gate, Connor.”
“You don't order me.” He spat out before doing the exact thing I asked for.
Scar instantly moved past the gate, holding my hand to tug me along. But before I could follow behind her, Connor held my collar —harsh and disrespectfully.
“You better take care of her.” He threatened me.
I grabbed his wrist and yanked it off myself. “Next time you put your hands on me, I’ll make sure you don't have them anymore.”
He laughed in mockery. “Don't forget which one of us has a gun right now.”
“You think I need a gun to take you down?” I raised an eyebrow in question. “You must've not heard all I have done without it.”
I knew he understood, because he looked away in irritation or resignation. I don't intend to waste more time here so I moved past the gate which he locked back behind us.
“I thought he was loyal to Genesis.” Scar asked when it was just the two of us again.
“He is.”
“But then-”
“Long story.”
We reached the next gate and I moved the exact stone where the key was kept. Scar took it from me and opened the gate. But I had to push it as it was quite heavy, made with thick layers of iron and steel so no one could break in or out.
My heart felt heavier with each gate we unlocked and passed through, leaving our family behind.
Years ago I chose to save myself, and selfishly took my daughter along. Today, I was again in the same situation. But this time I didn't kidnap her, Scar was forced to take the exact decision I did. If it wasn't for the circumstances I had created, she would’ve never suffered torture, she would’ve never wanted to leave these people who love her to death.
My hand dipped in my pocket, finger grazing over the thick metallic paper to make sure I still had it; a picture of my wife and sons.
My little babies had grown up into men. Each time I looked at them, I remembered what I lost, all the time that I spent without them. Because I had committed a sin greater than forgivable.
I still regret the day I decided to take the mission. I thought I was doing the right thing. I thought serving my country was the biggest honor, the best achievement.
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