The drive to Keifer's mansion was silent.
Not awkward.
Not peaceful.
The kind of silence that made every passing second feel heavier than the last.
I sat by the passenger window, watching the city blur into streaks of gray while Keifer kept both hands firmly on the steering wheel.
Every few moments his eyes flicked to the rearview mirror.
Then the side mirror.
Then back to the road.
He still wasn't relaxing.
Not even after telling me the truth
.
"You know..." I finally muttered, breaking the silence. "If you keep checking those mirrors every five seconds, you're gonna end up crashing the damn car."
His grip on the wheel tightened.
"I'll take that risk."
I looked at him.
"I won't take the risk of losing you."
For a second...
I forgot how to respond.
Instead, I simply rolled my eyes and looked back out the window.
"You're still dramatic."
"And you're still impossible."
"...Fair." i said
The rest of the drive passed in silence.
The black iron gates of Watson Mansion slowly opened.
There were 4-5 guards at the door
I frowned.
"There are more guards than usual."
"There are."
"You called them?" I asked
"I did." He answered without looking at my direction
"...Because of me?"
He didn't answer.
He didn't have to.
The answer was obvious.
Keifer parked the car before quickly getting out.
For once he didn't tease me.
Didn't call me Mrs. Watson.
Didn't flash that stupidly handsome grin.
He simply walked around the car and opened my door.
I climbed out.
The mansion looked different today.
Almost...
Uneasy.
Even the servants spoke in whispers.
As we stepped inside, a maid bowed politely.
"Good afternoon, Sir."
Keifer nodded.
"Is everyone here?"
"Mr. Angelo has just arrived, sir. Your friends are waiting in the living room."
I exchanged a glance with Keifer.
Without another word, we walked inside.
The living room was already occupied.
Section E sat scattered across the expensive sofas.
David leaned against the fireplace with his arms folded.
Rory sat lazily on the armrest.
Ci N was munching on a chips packet..that ullupong....but he was a little quiet.
Edrix tapped his fingers against the table.
Yuri stared at the floor.
Nobody was joking.
Nobody was laughing.
That alone felt wrong.
Kuya Angelo stood beside the large windows.
The moment he saw me, his expression softened just a little.
"You okay, jay ?" He asked
"better." I answer
He nodded once.
" Good."
Keifer closed the massive doors behind us.
The click echoed throughout the room.
Silence followed.
Angelo put his phone in his pocket
"Let's start."
Everyone's attention shifted toward him.
He folded his arms.
"We already know someone threatened Jay."
"The problem is..."
"We have no fucking clue who." Someone from section e said.
Nobody argued.
Because it was true.
Keifer reached into his pocket before placing the folded letter onto the coffee table.
"I've checked everything."
"No fingerprints.No handwriting match. No family seal. No symbol. Nothing.." keifer says with authority
Rory sighed loudly.
"So we're basically hunting air."
David rubbed the back of his neck.
"It could be someone from another family."
"It could," Keifer agreed.
"But the wording doesn't fit."
Yuri picked up the letter.
His eyes scanned the page.
"'I'm taking back what's rightfully mine.'"
"'The throne belongs to its true owner.'"
He looked up.
"What throne?" He asked
"The mafia throne," Angelo answered.
"The position Jay currently holds remember?"
Silence settled again.
Felix frowned.
"Anyone who lost to Jay?"
"Too many." Drew says
"A former ally?" Ci n said
"No." David says
"Someone from the joking club?" Ci n pointed out
"Stop it ci n" i said irritated
Every theory died within seconds.
One after another.
Until nobody had anything left to say.
The room became painfully quiet.
I leaned back against the sofa, staring blankly at the ceiling.
The throne belongs to its true owner.
You cheated.
I'll take it back.
Cheated...
The word echoed inside my head.
Again.
And again.
And again.
It scratched at something buried deep in my memory.
Somewhere...
Years ago.
A voice.
A race.
Someone yelling—
"YOU FUCKING CHEATED!"
My eyes widened.
No...
It couldn't be...
Then another memory crashed into me.
A black sports car spinning across wet asphalt.
The smell of burning tires.
Someone punching the hood of their own car.
A boy screaming at me with blood running down his forehead.
"That throne is MINE!"
For three long seconds...
I simply stared into nothing.
Then—
"...Pfft."
A tiny laugh escaped my lips.
Everyone looked at me.
Another one followed.
"Heh..."
Kuya Angelo frowned.
"Jay?" Angelo say.
I covered my mouth.
Too late.....
The laughter exploded out of me.
"Hahahaha!"
I bent forward, clutching my stomach.
"Oh my God..." "Hahahaha!"
Tears blurred my vision.
I couldn't breathe.
Every time I managed to stop—
Another wave hit.
"Hahaha!" "No..." "Hahahaha!" "No fucking way..."
Keifer was beside me in an instant.
"Jay."
I ignored him.
"Hahahaha!"
He grabbed my shoulder.
"Jay!"
I looked up at him through tears, still laughing.
"You..." I laughed " You've got to be kidding me..."
"What?" Rory asked, completely confused.
"Shall we take her to a mental hospital?"
Ci N blinked.
"Did she finally lose it?"
Even Angelo looked concerned.
"Jay."
His voice was firm
"What the fuck is so funny?"
I tried answering.
Another laugh interrupted me.
"Hahaha..."
"Oh..."
"Oh my God..."
I wiped tears from my eyes before taking a shaky breath.
Finally...
I looked at every single person in the room.
A grin slowly spread across my face.
"...That bastard."
Silence.
I shook my head, another chuckle escaping.
"I can't believe..."
"...he's still crying over that."
Keifer's brows knitted together
"...Who?"
I leaned back against the couch.
The smile never left my face.
"His name..."
"...is Anderson Moorvan.
Every face in the room went blank.
"...Who?" Angelo asked..
I laughed once more.
"Exactly."
"None of you know him."
"But trust me..."
"I'll never forget that arrogant son of a bitch."
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