Chapter 4

I try to shake away my paranoia, and decide to head to the bathroom before heading to class.

The bathrooms are pretty big, and there are two sides to each bathroom with a wall of sinks dividing the middle of the room.

Walking in, I can hear whispers . . .

"Ugh! How much longer do we have to keep doing this! She is such a bitch!" a voice complained from the other side of the wall of sinks.

I stop in my tracks.

"The man said we only have to keep it up for the rest of today, then she will be gone!" a different one whispered.

"He better give us the money or else . . ." another one said.

'How many people are in here?' I quietly look around to see if anyone else was on this side of the bathroom with me but only find empty-open stalls.

The first voice mocked "Or else what? What will you do against the Mafia?"

"Mafia?!" the 3rd voice yelled

"SHHHHHH!" 1 and 2 both shushed at her.

"Are you fucking crazy? Someone will hear us!" the 1st one harshly spat.

"We don't know if it's actually the Mafia! But they have an italian last name" the 2nd voice tried reasoning.

"Oh yeah? And how would you know this?" the 3rd one was skeptical.

"Because I overheard someone call his name in the background when he called me to update me on the mission" the 2nd one informed.

"And what's the last name then?"

"Bianchi"

The was the last intelligible word I was able to hear and was drowned out by the sound of the blood rushing in my ears.

I felt my blood begin to run cold and drain from my face, that name is one I will never forget.

The man who tore our family apart and set fire to everything we had ever known.

The one who will chase us to the ends of the earth, because that's the promise he made to us. That as long as him and his followers live, the Zhang family will never know any peace.

He found us. . .