005~ FROM,

Aiden

"Goddamit,"

I tightened my grip around the club as I watched the bloodied man sprawled on the ground, his breath ragged and shallow.

"Give me a fucking name, bastard!" I grunt, swinging the club and striking his side.

He jerked, then lay still on the cold floor of the basement. The basement smelled of blood and sweat. I have been here for two hours trying to get this bastard to cough up the name of the bastard who sent him to steal from me but he kept his mouth shut till the very end.

This was getting on my nerves. How dare they steal from me? I guess I am not as scary as I used to be in the past. They should remember that no one messes with me and lives to tell the tale!

"Hey," I said, nudging his face with the end of the club that had his blood on the surface, but he remained still.

"No way I am letting you die without giving me a name," I growled, bending down to slap his face.

I put a finger under his nose and felt a faint breath.

"Take him away. Make sure he doesn't die." I ordered one of my men.

The man's limp body was quickly dragged out of the basement.

I stood up, cracking my neck with a sigh.

"And you," I turned to the man, tied to a chair. "I hope you last longer than him, cause I am in the mood to let off some steam." I chuckled, walking towards him.

"I swear I have no idea, Aiden! We were just given the Intel where the goods were located and where to drop them off after we stole them. The money was at the location when we arrived!" He blurted, trembling.

"Ah, so you are trying to tell me someone contracted you to steal from me and you did?" I said, combing my hair backwards.

"I am sorry, I just need the extra cash. I swear..."

I brought the club down on his thigh before he could complete his words which were replaced with a scream.

"You should have thought of the consequences when you messed with me,"

"Please," he cried.

"Give me a name. You know damn well the name I want to hear,"

He shook his head, crying.

Fuck it!

Two more swinging of the club and he gave up.

"That pussy. Why get caught when you can't handle a beating?"

"I need a shower," I groaned, dropping the club on the floor as I took my gloves off.

"Clean it up. We will continue when they regain consciousness," I said.

I need a shower.

I took off my bloodied shirt and pants when I got into my room then proceeded to the bathroom where I turned on the shower.

Steam filled the bathroom as hot water poured down my body.

How do I make those bastards say the name I wanted to hear? I gritted my teeth and punched the wall. My knuckles ached but I couldn't care less. They just had to mess with the goods when I was in charge of it.

I heard the bathroom door creak open, followed by the click of heels on the bathroom floor then they stopped. She was probably taking off her clothes. I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. She was the only woman who entered my place uninvited and I would be lying if I said it didn't piss me off.

Then again she was a good fuck.

She got under the shower with me, pressing her naked body against my back, as she carried my chest.

"I have missed you," she purred behind me, trailing wet kisses down my back, her fingers sliding down towards my cock.

"Why are you here?" I inhaled sharply as she began stroking me slowly.

"There is a list of names on the table in your room," she said, moving around me, her eyes staring at mine when she faced me.

"Father wants you to track them and bring them to him, dead or alive." She informs me as she slowly knelt before me.

"Mhm,"

Her lips parted and she took my cock into her mouth. I groaned, my head falling back, one hand grabbing her wet hair as I thrust into her mouth.

Freya was the daughter of the Don, and we were nothing more than two messed up souls using each other's bodies.

I yanked her up, pushing her against the wall, and lifting her. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I positioned myself and drove into her with a powerful thrust, that made her cry out in pleasure.

I stood on the balcony of my estate, leaning on the rails a glass of wine in my hand as I gazed out at the forest encircling the estate. It was located on the outskirts of town, secluded from people.

I took a sip of my wine, my eyes drifting downwards to where two of my men sat next to the pool, playing cards.

"Boss," I heard Storm call from behind me, and I turned to him.

He was my most trusted man. He swore his loyalty to me the day I saved his life from Alexander, the current underboss and the bastard I suspected ordered the stealing of the goods in my possession.

"The information you wanted."

He stepped forward, a brown envelope in his hand. I took the envelope from him as I walked past him into the sitting room. I sat down on the sofa, tearing it open and pulling out the documents inside it.

"Leah Carter. She is the daughter of Micheal Carter, who runs the Carter empire, and her mother is Rebecca Carter. She owns a famous clothing brand in the country. They divorced five years ago and..."

"Who knew that old geezer had a daughter as gorgeous as her," I chuckled, going through the documents.

He hid her well. There was no way I would have forgotten a body like hers.

"She is married to Liam Walsh, who works as a manager in the..."

"She is married to who?" I looked up at Storm, straightening up so fast as the name hit me.

There was no way in hell, I heard correctly.

"Liam Walsh," he repeated.

I flipped through the remaining documents and finally found what I was looking for. A photo of her husband.

Liam fucking Walsh.

No fucking way!

I chuckled. This was getting more interesting than I anticipated.

A twisted smile spread across my face as I leaned back on the sofa, bringing the photo close to my face as I studied the picture.

"Liam Walsh," I threw my head back and laughed.

This wasn't the reunion I was looking forward to. Ah, how long has it been, ten years?

"Leah Walsh," I grinned, running my fingers through my hair.

The woman who has been on my mind ever since I met her that day. I inhaled deeply as I recalled her sweet scent. She was a beautiful woman. Gorgeous with a hot body. I loved the way her thick blonde waves tumbled down her back, stopping just above the curve of her firm, round ass.

My body craved hers. The thought of laying my hands on her naked body.

Fuck!

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palm

A wicked smile curled at the corners of my lips as a twisted thought came to my mind. Her beautiful face covered in tears.

I wanted her even more, and I would have her, no matter what.