Grcae
"Most anything. And, I guess I must." Placing one hand on her hip, she looked at him with a raised brow. "Most anything you say, well that leaves a lot to consider. I think I'll make some rice and seasoned meat." Turning back to the counter, Grace took out some pieces of meat and began to chop it up into smaller pieces, she would eventually move onto other ingredients that she would later put into a pan.
After a short period of silence, Baghodat finally spoke up. "All right, I need to know this, now that it is just us: Why was I ambushed? What possible motive could you have?" Grace lifted up her head slightly but then dropped it. She let time pass in between his question and her answer."You can't possibly believe I have some connection to whoever it is you mentioned, yesterday. Aodha and I are not even involved in a gang. What possible reason could there be for either of us committing a crime?"
Her head snapped up upon hearing the name Aodha, but she relaxed a bit. "Oh I don't believe you are, it never crossed my mind. It was something of a lie, since she didn't voice her suspicion concerning this Aodha. "There was a little girl who was raised from day one to kill the very man who took her under his wing. After a couple years learning from him she fulfilled her purpose in life. However you see having spent most of life living up til that moment what else had she to live for. But it wasn’t until his last breathe did the girl understand what he had asked of her, to go out into the world and take over his gang. The girl did just that, she found her father’s gang proclaiming herself leader while killing any who opposed her.”
At this point, Grace was cutting at the food with more aggression. She paused long enough to look over at Baghodat knife in her hand, “That very girl stands before you.” She gave him a smile but with the atmosphere of the room it came off incredibly creepy. Leaning her hip against the counter top Grace finally answered his question, “But you see soon after I took over, my men started to get picked off one by one until only the strongest and those who were smart enough were alive. A man by the name of “Fire Eyes” has been going about killing anyone involved with the mafia, and I plan to find him and tear him apart limb from limb so he can feel what it’s like to be killed by the very people he despises.” A cruel and evil look settled on her face, the air coming off her was thick with bloodlust.
She turned back to the food and put them into small bowls and walked towards Baghobat. “Well the foods done so lets eat.” Setting the bowls done, Grace herself sat down and began to eat after saying her thanks. “It’s your fighting style. The way you fight is almost the exact copy of “Fire Eyes” and I want to know why. Just so you know if you happen to be this “Fire Eyes” don’t expect to leave this house with your body intact.” She gave him a malicious smile across the table and continued to eat her food.