"So the bitch is now staying in his house?"
"Yes, Mam."
"Now I understand why he stopped me from coming back to his mansion."
Greta disconnected the call and took her car key. Her brother was sitting in the hall while cleaning one of his guns.
"Going to beat the shit out of her?" Martin, who was Greta's older brother, asked his angry sister.
"Mind your own business, Martin. It's been a week and you still haven't got David's place. What more do you want? I made that plan and exposed David's marriage with a hope of seeing you as Right In Command." Greta huffed finishing her long-term st
Carlos Handling Greta has become difficult these days. At first, I was completely ignorant about her but now her stubbornness was eating me alive. When my security person informed me about the information exchange between Greta and the informer, I didn't bother much. It is a general tendency of Greta to put her nose around especially in my case. Being a student from the psychology department I knew she had an inferiority complex which has not healed completely. Now and then she increases the boulder of doubt in her mind. Just because of my coldness she never came out directly opening up like some clingy girlfriend or fiancée. But today she crossed her limits. Getting information about the captor was still fine but driving back to my mansion to confront Inaya wasn't. She had forgotten that I ruled the underworld and is currently the head of
It's been a week since Carlos kept a close eye on Inaya and her behavior. Even though she had mentioned returning to her parents, no stance of escaping was pulled by her. She doesn't come out of the room; rather, most of the time she remains seated on the floor or sleeping on the bed. Sometimes Carlos felt irritated looking at her. She was getting the hospitality of a five-star hotel and happily enjoying her stay in his mansion. Carlos reached his legal office for a new deal that was about to come up. Millions of dollars would be involved in that, giving him a profit of a larger share. The meeting went well as the C.E.O. of Pristine Group looked impressed. Once the meeting was reaching the end his phone suddenly started vibrating. Excusing himself he took the call reaching towards another corner. "Boss, one of our warehouses caught on fire. And....." The man on the opposite side gulped down before nailing himself. "And what?" Carlos barked. "Dav
"You are wrong Inaya. I am not like David. I am worse than him." The moment his words hit her hard, Inaya felt someone knocked all the air out of her lungs. Even though she saw a silver line of hope, it was crushed immediately. She scolded herself for raising the hope in her mind. "No, you aren't." She wailed at his face, making him narrow his eyes immediately with more darkness. There she noticed his blue eyes for the first time. He was never that close or even if he was she was either lost in her miseries or slumped in her darkness. This was the first time he held her close the way a man holds a woman. This was the first time she felt a warmness on her skin. Even though David had touched her in all possible ways, she never felt anything but disgust.
It was quite late at night when Carlos finally finished his leftover work. Jason and his team had done wonderful work by managing the rest of the material to deliver on time. David was out of their clutch but few traitors were found who were helping David. Carlos went to another warehouse where two of David's men were kept hanging from the ceiling. All drenched in blood. One of them lost his eyesight as Jason hammered two nails on his eyes. Another was still providing minimum information that he had to save himself from Carlos. For 4 hours two men and Carlos sat on a chair to enjoy the show. He was always a bloodthirsty person and people feared him for his unique way of torturing people. One after another their nails were uprooted, rocking the entire room with their loud cries and shrieks.
“Inaya……” This was the first time such softness came from his mouth as slid the phone back in his sweat pockets and placed a finger on one of her scars. She was sobbing and whimpering but immediately hissed when his finger trailed down towards another scar. Her beautiful milky white skin was bruised. Even though he was sadistic or dominant, he never did such things with Greta. He fucked various girls and also played as a dom. He fucked some girls who asked for more and accepted his spanking and slashing. But nothing turned out to be so horrific until it was from his traitor’s territory. Even though his father made a rule of not hurting women and children, he failed sometimes due to circumstances. Inaya looked like a complete sub but why would someone still do so.She didn’t turn her face but clutched the shirt tightly. Carlos pulled down that exposing more of her skin. He knew what he was doing wasn’t right. She was sh
Carlos I walked towards the washroom letting the little rabbit sleep peacefully. She was so perfect except for her whispering and weird talking. It is true I don’t understand half of her words but at the same time her eyes started speaking. They are having less blankness compared to what I have seen earlier. Wrapping up my morning routine I rushed back to my personal gym. Json was already there with a tablet blurting out my day’s routine which is nothing but killing as many as I can. I am a monster and always was. What triggered me now was the back to back betrayal from different ends. Even though I have a strong grip over the Underworld, I am still not satisfied yet. Sylvester seemed to be in hibernation and I know he won’t take much time to strike back. “Greta Madam was calling you several times.” Jason reminded me of my fiancée who has been sniffing all the shits even after sitting miles away. We barely talked after her heated encount
Carlos“Yes. That is Inaya with her husband, Benjamin Williams.”I am sure if I stay a little longer apart from lower back pain, I might get a headache soon. I gestured to Jason to wrap up the session and move out. But not before taking a close up of those pictures that I found. Walking past those moving reptiles (because they were bending their bodies weirdly) Jason and I headed towards our mansion. Something was not right in the entire matter.“Jason, when we seized David’s house did you find any picture of their wedding?” I asked Jason.“No. But this Benjamin or Benjama who so ever can not be Inaya’s husband for sure.”“First, it is not Benjama.” I was irritated hearing that name Benjamin. Inaya kept on mumbling that instead of David’s or mine.“Yes, Benjamin. But he couldn’t be
CarlosI think Greta was right somewhere. Even though she had acted like a bitch, her points weren’t. Inaya had two broken pieces inside her. Benjamin and David. I am coming at the third even for a slightest second I thought of initiating something sinful with her.“She was never yours.” Greta’s last sentence dug the deepest scar in my mind. Of course she was never mine. We never met at a ball or in the street. I don’t remember having an encounter with her in a coffee shop or in an auction as people write in novels. She was not a damsel in distress or an Innocent Virgin Girl who sold her virginity to me for money and fell in love later. How would I start a best fit story for us? There wasn’t a single common plot that could lead us to join hands together to go beyond the horizon. I was sitting downstairs with a glass of whiskey, throwing my head back on the backrest. How weird our meeting was. If David woul