Chapter 21

Unable to take listening to Maliki's phone vibrate and beep every few minutes I had ripped it out of his hand. All I hear is him chuckling as I storm off to the back of the private jet where there is a resting area. Locking it behind me I scroll through the text. What I uncovered though is more than just what the text explained. What nagged at me more was the strange feeling I got that Maliki might be in love with Anna.

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I woke to a knock on my door. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I stand and walk toward the door. Cracking it open a rush of fear consumes me when I'm met with and unfamiliar face. Slamming the door shut, I press my body back on it. For the first time since I woke I looked around. Where was I, where was Ren? The door knocks again, I had slammed the door in this person's face, but he didn't force his way through. "Lady Anna." The voice calls from the other side over the door. "You father is summoning you for dinner." To his words I remember the events of the day. How did I forget I was at Silverman's manor, and more then that, that Ren had abandoned me and left me here alone? I want to cry but whether here or at the Feng clan the world is still the same. I try my best to control my emotions then open the door. The man standing there is about 5'9" the light from the hall stings my eyes as I look at him. They had grown use to the darkness that consumed my room. "Are you joining your father for dinner?" Thank man asks more annoyed sounding now. I nod my head. He turns on his heels and leads the way. From behind I can't help feeling I saw him before as well, he was probably in his late thirties but even I could tell he was still in decent shape for his age. His muscles very noticeable through his tight t-shirt. He was casually dressed. He had black short spiked hair, small traces of gray peeking through the folds of black around his bronzed skin at the nap of his neck. For forty he was a decent looking man, least from behind. I am lead into a giant dinning room with a large table where many men are seated. Without even a word the man walks over and takes the seat next to Silverman, Err I mean Danial. All eye turn to me as Danial stands, smile across his face. Walking over to me he takes my hand with one of his and his other hand on my back as he leads me to a seat right next to him. At Feng Manor we hardly ever ate with others unless there was a special occasion like important matters to discuss. I feel my smile fading at the thought of what this means. They couldn't eat like this together every night, could they?

No one spoke as everyone stared at me and at Danial. He instructs me to take me see. The silence was broken with a cough to clear Danial's throat as if he was nervous. "I know there had been rumors going around as of late, tonight I am so honored to announce these rumors are true." I notice the men's gaze turn to me. I want to hide from embarrassment. What the hell is Danial up to. I can't help a glance over at him wishing I could beat him down with my glare. "I would like to introduce my daughter Anglia Silverman." I stand despite wanting to go die somewhere. He hadn't even discussed this with me, hadn't even mentioned that it would be announced or why. Why they hell did it have to be right away. "Also, I am officially stepping down and handing the head possession over to her as of today. With that news everyone including myself-look up at him jaws practically open with shock. What the hell game was he playing I just wanted to find out the truth about the feud and get the hell out of here.

"What the hell are you talking about I just got here." I blurted out without even thinking as I looked at him unable to understand this. However, he doesn't become angered he smiles at me placing a hand on my head and pats me gently. His actions cause me to bite my tongue all the same though. A lot of the men give me dirty looks because of how I had addressed the head lord.

"That is all." Danial says as if that is all that needs to be said then sits. I tear my dumb founded look from him and sit when I notice that dishes are being served and wine is being pour. Friendly chatter begins amongst the men resonating around the room along with sounds of silverware clinking against plates. I look around the room, behind Danial Silverman is a family tapestry with what looks to be a family crest. We are known as the Silver Serpents, but it looks more like a silver Chinese Dragon the background is an emerald green and the dragon has a woman laying on him. I feel so transfix on it compared to the artifact vases in the corner of the room or the crystal chandeliers that hung over the dining Mahogany table that looked antic as well. The walls where a deep red which made the emerald green tapestry stand out even more.

Once the meal was done then men began to depart to smoke cigars and drink brandy as if to celebrate. I can't help sighing, I have no one here. When I have no one at least I have one thing I can rely on; that was my training. I snuck back to my room changed into my green sports bra and black yoga pants, my hairs starting to get long enough so that I am able to tie back finally. Before I left my room, I grab my holster vest and snapped my white Glocks that had been given to me by Maliki which seems so long ago. Since that day I never go anywhere without them. Taking one look around I notice my cell still lay on the bed, walking over I see no messages left on it, I sigh feeling even more stupid, of course he wouldn't call me. Quietly I stepped out into the garden that has been plunged into darkness, letting my eyes adjust I make my way out to where me and Ren went to spare. To my relief as I entered the big dojo there was an upstairs where they kept the training dummies. I go too the far end removing my holster and place my cell on top of it on the floor close by. I don't want anyone to see me, so best to be in the shadows. Tanking a deep breath, I take stance as I jab here and there starting off light. When I practice, all my troubles of the day resurface always have and I can let it out, let my tears out. Maliki always said training was good for when the soul was weak. He was a strength for me That I might have took for granted. Every time I wanted to give up or when I needed comfort and Ren wasn't there Maliki was the voice of reason and comfort. I see their faces, see everything that's happens, I must go back someday. I punch hard not paying attention as I bend my wrist when making contact. Pain surges through it, I don't cry out, I don't even wince.

"Feng taught you well if you can keep such a poker face even now."