"What is the relationship between Antonio and the restaurant?" Peril asked the culprit in front of her.

"Why don't you let me out of these ropes and i will tell you everything you want princess." The man winked while checking her out creepily, not at all looking like he was going to answer any question.

Peril sighed.

I guess he needs a little convincing, she thought.

"You asked for it." She said loudly to him.

With a swift move Peril untied the knot and left the man to remove the rope that joined him to the chair.

As she predicted, the man quickly and roughly detached himself from the rope. Feeling free again the man smiled, a triumphant smile, probably thinking how imprudent the lady in front of him was.

"Well... well... well... Thanks for helping with the rope thing but I have to kill you, you see. But to reciprocate your kindness i will give you five seconds to shoot a quick prayer." The man grinned leisurely.

The man then scanned his surroundings for any threat apart from the one that was in front of him that he obviously deemed as nothing.

As he suspected, they were in a basement. The undisturbed silence confirmed to him that there might not be any other soul around apart from them.

How naive is this lady! He thought.

"Well? Five seconds are up, aren't you supposed to kill me? I don't have the whole day." Peril asked mockingly.

The man was taken back by the words that left the lady's mouth. He did not know if he should classify her as brave, foolish or bravely foolish.

It seemed though that she wanted death. Maybe she was eager to see her creator. Who was he to deny her such a wish? Not after the lucky punch and kick that she gave him at the parking lot.

He was going to make her pay.

The man wasted no time. He charged towards her like the beast he was, ready to feast on his prey. His right arm steady on the air, his fingers clenched in a fist and the target was her. Veins on his hands and neck protruded as he launched himself towards her.

Peril stood nonchalantly waiting for her opponent to reach her. Her eyes studied keenly his body movements. She knew his every move even before he made them. He was so predictable. And the worst part of all is that he underestimated her.

Bad for him. Good for her.

When the punch nearly touched her face, Peril slightly moved her head and body to the other side making him to miss his target as he calculated and have no other option but to surrender to gravity.

Ass on the floor.

"Even a nun can fight better than you! And here i thought you were going to kill me!" Peril tsked to the man lying on the floor.

If he were a cartoon then smoke would be coming out of his ears and his face painted dark red full of fury. Never in his life has anyone talked to him in that shitty manner let alone a fucking lady!

Unknown to him, Peril had realized his second mistake. His anger. Fighting with anger makes one clumsy and liable to making several mistakes. When fighting one should be void of any emotion.

Too bad for him.

He man stood. This time he decided to be careful than the first time. But he still underestimated her. In his mind he knew already that he was going to be the victor and the lady in front of him would be six feet under some minutes to come.

The man charged full force but in a clever way. He faked an attack with his right fist while what he truly wanted was to kick her right in the ribs.

Peril dodged the fake punch and of course she knew it was a fake punch because he did not apply much force in it, meaning the force would be applied somewhere else.

When she saw him raising his right leg trying to launch a kick, she almost cried of joy. This was the moment she was waiting for. As quickly as you could blink, she also rose her leg expertly and angled it in a way that her knee met with his.

The result was the sound of a bone breaking and groans from the man that was now on the ground as he lamented over his leg that was now at an awkward angle.

"Fighting you is no fun really. You are like a child on steroids." Peril spat at the man crying on the ground over his leg.

But men would always be men and a man never accepts defeat especially from a lady. With difficulty, the man got up and carefully balanced his weight on his left uninjured leg.

He assessed the lady in front of him fully aware not to under estimate her again. But it was already late, she already had a upper hand. Even a weak punch from her would make him loose balance and he would kiss the floor again.

Peril did not wait for him to charge this time round. She stepped slowly and calculatingly towards him. Her eyes watching his posture scanning for any mistake on his part.

Like a pro she sends an uppercut punch towards him in a blink of an eye. He sees it too late and adding to the fact that he was also much concentrated in balancing his weight on one foot, his attempts to block the punch were futile.

The punch landed hard under his chin, disorganising the contents of his mouth in just a second.

But Peril was not satisfied.

Before he surrendered to gravity again she threw a second punch now directly to his nose. The sick sound of a breaking bone gave Peril a satisfied feeling that indeed she hit right.

Landing unceremoniously on the hard floor again, the man coughed out blood with tremendous pain. His nose was gushing out blood and him trying to block his nose so that no blood was coming out only made it worse.

Lying down there, you would think he was a vampire that had been on rampage and was now chocking on blood from his feed.

"I think you are now sober enough to give me the answers i need." Peril spat to the man on the floor.

Even though the man was undeniably defeated, his ego was another story. In his head no lady could command him to do anything and he does. Over his fucking dead body.

So with difficulty due to pain from his broken bones, the man struggled to seat on his butts  and raised his middle finger to her. Fuck you.

One second there was silence but the next second a high pitched scream left the man's mouth without his own permit. Was that even his voice?

The man's eyes were bulged out of their sockets in shock not really believing the visual in front of him. The place where his middle finger was just a second ago was currently occupied with gushing blood.

On the right just a few meters from him, his beloved middle finger laid peacefully on the floor with little blood trickling from its bottom as the only evidence that it was from his hand just a second ago.

Peril looked at the wailing man in front of her with no emotion at all. Her cold, calm and collected demeanor brought chills to the wailing man. He realised too late that the lady in front of him was indeed dangerous.

"I am sorry, it's nothing personal. I just hate that gesture." Peril shrugged while fake apologising to the clearly baffled man.

The man looked again to where his middle finger was completely wondering what tool she used to slice it off. The action was so fast and so sudden that neither his eyes nor his mind was able to process the movements.

As if to answer his question Peril showed the dagger that was on her hands. Taking a handkerchief from her pocket she slowly and deliberately cleaned the dagger as if to taunt him.

The audible gulp of saliva from the man gave her the answer that she needed. He was terrified. Good.

"Do you want me to repeat the question?" Peril asked in a low and dangerous voice making the man visibly shiver.

"Mister Antonio's gang has some connection to our restaurant." The man unwillingly replied.

Peril glared. She wanted more.

"I swear i don't know anymore. We just have orders that we are supposed to look after them and do whatever they want us to do whenever they come to the restaurant." The man continued quickly, Peril's glare seeming to burn him deep in the soul.

"Who is your boss?" Peril asked.

"I don't know them. The manager is the top most official that everyone knows. No one knows the owner." The man answered truthfully. How could he not and the dagger was clearly visible on her firm grip?

"Okay." Peril said simply as a final note.

The man watched as Peril returned the dagger to her waist and rose up to leave. She turned her back on him and he counted her steps as she left.

This is my chance. He thought. I guess she was a fool after all. Tsk. Turning your back on your opponent? It's payback time bitch.

The man slowly and carefully rose on his one leg while balancing with the injured one. He could not limp towards her because she would notice. He had only one option. Steadying himself, he jumped at her with all he got.

His strategy was perfect. His timing was perfect. But not his luck.

As if she had a pair of eyes on the back of her head, Peril knew exactly what he was planning. In fact, she anticipated his attack.

Like a demon possessed lady, Peril caught the man mid air before he landed on her. The man was so shocked that he even forgot to act or try to free himself.

With all her strength, Peril threw the man to the nearest wall. His back slapped the wall so harshly that he was sure he no longer had a backbone anymore. His back was on fire and his eyes were seeing black.

When his vision cleared he saw the lady standing right in front of him.

Nose to nose.

Breath to breath.

He did not know about shitting but he was sure he had definitely pissed on himself. The way his knees were shaking vigorously while he stood by the wall he knew the angel of death surely was somewhere near doing a happy dance just waiting to take his soul to God knows where.

Peril knew people like the one currently in front of her never change no matter what. It was a test when she decided to turn her back to him and it appeared he passed with flying colors. Too bad.

Peril moved back a little bit and flashed the man a grin. While his confused mind was still processing what the grin was about, Peril swung her right foot and aimed it perfectly at his throat.

Wearing heels comes in handy a times, she thought.

Peril looked at the man that now stood with a deep hole gushing blood at his neck. His eyes held the look of surprise as he tried his hardest to fight death.

"Go to Satan and tell him Peril said hello." Peril whispered to him, her eyes carrying no remorse at all.

Even in his dying state, the man stilled when he heard the name Peril. His eyes widened even more as he surrendered to death.

Peril walked towards the door, one of her heels trickling blood as she walked.

Her phone suddenly vibrated in her pocket as she reached the door. She wondered what Storm wanted  this time as she received the call without even checking the caller.

"Yes Storm." She acknowledged.

"Wrong guess Miss Peril. Its David here. Just a piece of advice though, next time check who the caller is first before receiving the call. You might even trigger a nuclear bomb with accepting strange calls." David said on the other side of the call.

Peril had to take the phone off her ear to and double check the contact. Apart from Storm, no one had her number, or so she thought.

"Where did you get my number?" Peril demanded.

"Did you forget i eat and breath tech? I even hacked your phone by the way. You have no messages, never browsed with the phone, no photos or videos and just one contact. Your life is fucking boring i tell you. I almost dosed off while trying to figure you out." David cried out.

Peril was not surprised that David found nothing. That was supposed to be the case after all. Her life was private.

"What do you want David?" Peril asked. She was not found of taking too long on phone calls and this one would not be an exception.

"I got some juicy information that i think you will love to hear." David informed.

"I am all ears." Peril said, surprisingly eager to hear what David got.

"I did some research on the restaurant we went yesterday and you would not imagine who the owner of the hotel is." David said proudly.

"Would you fucking tell me already. I don't have time for guess games." Peril said, the feeling of impatience manifesting.

"You really are no fun! Fine! The owner of the restaurant is non other than the president's wife." David informed her of his findings.

If that information is true then this shit just got ten times harder. Peril thought.

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