"End!" A voice shrill as ice.
Xander panted heavily, his chest heaving down, as damp sweat trickled down his chin, until it landed along his jaw.A figure walked up to him, handing him a bottle of water, "Young Master." He performed a curt bow.The cork of the bottle flew across the room, and Xander chugged it down, gazing at his opponent who sprawled on the floor, blood oozing freely out of his body, his jaw was broken, and his legs were coupled together, as one who had been electrified.Xander gazed disdainfully at the figure. "Get him away!""Yes," The figure, whose name was Lucas said, as he walked towards the already crippled man who sprawled on the floor, sustaining his wounds."Please." The man on the floor finally said. "I am sorry, have mercy. Please."Xander scoffed, his eyes blaring with anger. "You said you would beat me in a duel? Am I the one begging for mercy now?" He scoffed."I was wrong, I really was. Please forgive me." He begged."You can never outgrow your master, Zane." Xander said, his voice, chilling as ice. "Take him away.""Yes." The figure was hauled away forcefully, as his feet screeched on the floor, Xander breathed in, gazing around his boxing room, he heaved a sigh, for ten years, he had been a mafia king, he had trained hard, much to the expectations of his father, he had been outstanding, cold as ice, and never let anything got through his ways.He and his mother had moved to London when he was nearly nine, his father had trained him, brought out the beast in him, tortured him for making any mistake, he remembered, when he punched those useless bags hard, every single day, just so he could manage his fighting skills.His father would be by his side, muttering a few words. "Damn Xander, add more effort, else.."He would punch harder, the sweat trickling down his face, as he mercilessly punched the bag, his breath rowdy as usual."That’s it Xander. You are doing it great." his father would tuck his shoulders, and he would feel tensed, his shoulders quivering."Think of a strategy Xander to ward off your enemies, imagine, that it is the person you hate, take all your anger and imagine that your enemy was the person you hated most." His father’s words had trickled down his ears.And, when he fought off his enemies, he thought of the only person he hated most, and that was Nicole Hart, the woman he hated, the woman he so much hated. For unreasonable reasons, he had hated her, maybe because she was always trying to outsmart her, in nursery, she was quiet. She never talked, she was always mute.He had hated her, when he was just five years old, they attended the same school, they never talked to anyone, and even when they talked to themselves, it was filed with so much harbor, dread, dark and shrill.Was hating someone natural? Xander didn’t care to find out, because he had hated Nicole ever since he was little, naturally, and when they travelled to London, he had never been more glad, he hadn’t seen her for the past nine years, whether she was okay, single or whatsoever, he didn’t give a damn about her life.But, he was grateful for one thing, thanks to her, he killed his enemies in a go, without looking back, he chuckled to himself, walking out of his fighting room and down to his living room. He sat on the couch, his hands resting lazily on the liner. "Lucas,"Lucas ran to him, his inky dark sweeping off his face, his muscles was firm, and his face hard, but never less, he looked hot."Is Zane hurt?" He asked, gazing at Lucas.Lucas sighed, his face squishing together, "He only broke a few bones from the fight, I am sure he will be okay, if you grant him time to rest."Xander sighed. "Let him rest, don’t hurt him."Lucas nodded his head, casting a look full of gratitude to him, Zane was his younger brother, they had been both homeless, when Xander's father came through, he had helped them out of the cruel hands of the streets, he had given them food, care, but, he had trained them alongside with Xander since they were nearly the same age. Lucas was faster, and smart, he was gentle and only spoke when needed.While on the other hand, Zane, his brother was nearly two years younger than Lucas was lousy, demanding he could beat Xander in a duel, and he had only ended up getting crushed. And, because of Xander’s love for the brothers, he had requested special time for Zane to heal."You can leave." Xander said, his voice full of power.Lucas gave a nod and disappeared away."Young Master, your mother just pulled in." His men gathered around him, he waved his hands in dismissal."Xander. Where are you?" A feminine voice boomed across the room, and a woman walked in, her dark hair tied to her back. She gazed at the whole place, before her gaze landed on Xander."How have you been?" She took a seat, letting out a heavy sigh. "You look stressed.""I am not stressed." His sharp gaze landed on his mother.Camilla, his mother leaned on the chair, her eyes shutting for a while. "You seem to have been part of London, don’t you want to go back to New York, the weather’s nice there and maybe,""Don’t." he said, and Camilla gazed elsewhere.Maybe, you could have a spark with Nicole.The words every time hurt his brain so much, why would his own mother suggest Nicole? He hated her, yet anytime she came, it was always about her. It was frustrating."Sorry," she peered down. "But, I think there are things we should talk about.""Like what?" He tilted his head across the chair, those dark eyes which he inherited from his mother sparking, she gazed at him back, dark and dark eyes, in contact."Marriage plans?""Marriage plans." Her voice, rough and hazy.He finally accepted defeat and sighed, he wasn’t ready to marry, all his life, it was just him training hard along with Zane and Lucas."Think about it, I chatted with Natasha over the phone yesterday, and Nicole’s still single." He didn’t find it odd at all, Natasha, Nicole’s mother and his mother had gone way back, they were all friends."Why would I care?" He demanded.She shrugged, following his eyes movement."Your father wants you married." He winced slightly.His father.His father. The most notorious mafia boss in all of Italy, wanted his own son to get married, when he looked at the concept, he wondered why his sweet mother fell in love with such a guy, his father was cruel basically to him, training him hard all day long.'A man can never be weak.'But, there was some soft part of his father, and when they weren’t seen training they were having a manly conversation."I don’t care." His eyes darkened.Camilla heaved a sigh, it woul
Nicole blinked, her eyes growing tired all of a sudden, the papers shook aggressively under her firm grip. "Xander?"Xander.Xander. That man she hated, was her matchmaker, she sustained a scoff, pretending to be busy with the papers. "I don’t think that will work." She stared up at them.The two women took a quick glance at each other, and then Natasha spoke up. "He’s the only one who matches all your demand, he is neutral, you can live in the same house but you don’t always have to see him, he’s not ready to love, you aren’t, you are perfect together."Nicole pondered."Give it a try, I will arrange lunch for you when he’s back, and you guys can talk. Is that okay?" Nicole nodded her head.The two women pushed the chairs aside. "We would go now." They stumbled towards the door.The pen fell unto the bundles of papers, and the windows blew furiously causing her hair to be scatter, layers rumpling down her face, Xander? He was coming back to New York, last time he and his mother had m
A day later, as soon as the clock ticked nine o' clock in the night, Nicole switched of the laptop, gazing around the office, her hands brushed against the keys, as she stood up from the chair, her eyes ticking brightly and suddenly remembering one particular guy.Xander Castillo.She gazed around the office, walking over to the window, the sky was dark, covered with clouds which darkened every minute, the peaceful howling of owls, the busy jamming of the city taxis, she shut the windows close before walking out of the company, and down to her car, she got in and drove.Her mind raced in different corners, suddenly remembering something.'You are to live in my house, I will own you.'She widened her eyes, she was going to live in his house? With him? The monster, her mother had sent her the direction to his house, she was going to live with him, she had to be extra smart. He wasn’t someone she could mess with and she knew that.The way his eyes bobbed shut, the way he twisted in his s
The rays of fresh morning light lingered on Nicole’s face, the window suddenly brightening, she lifted up the bed sheet as she stood up, stretching her legs as she yawned slightly.Gazing around the whole room, it dawned on her, she wasn’t in her old room, this was her new room, where everything was deadly silent, the vibes gothic, cold and shrill.She stood up, still dressed in the clothes of yesterday, she walked towards the bathroom to brush her teeth, and after performing the rest of her routine, she opened the wardrobe wide, her eyes widening.He was getting married, and yet he didn’t even any female clothes, was he daring her to her worst? Because right now, her eyes blared with anger as she stumped down the stairs. He was there, seated on the chair, his legs moving freely crossed together, Zane stood firmly beside him, and he looked, like the king he was.She stood rooted in her steps, as her lips parted about, she remained quiet. His head cringed, and his dark eyes met in con
It was so quick, quicker than one could have ever imagined. In a fit, Zane was tugged in the collar harshly and before one knew it, his body flew to the other end of the room.Thud.His head hit the wall hard, and his body rolled on the wall, freshly amount of blood oozing from his wrist and down to his jaw then to his shirt.Nicole gazed in horror attempting to run to him, but before she knew it, her body was scratched to the wall. Her head balancing to the wall, she stared at Xander who had a dangerous growl on his face. His face etched around her body, blocking her from making any means of running."What in the hell were you doing?" His voice was cold, so much it pierced against her skin.For the first time, she whimpered in his harsh gaze, biting her lips. "Let me go," She cried out.His eyes increased with the same volume of anger, and his firm hand pressed her chest to the wall. "For the last time. What in the hell were you doing with him?""I was doing nothing!" She cried out.
In a fit, her hands were dragged up from the floor harshly, her lifeless body wriggling in their arms. They led her out of the dark room and into the light, the fresh amount of light lingered in her face as she managed to open her eyes, feeling the crept of light."Sit." A hazy voice resounded in her ears and she was pushed to the chair harshly, her body balancing on the chair.Pain.That was the only thing she felt that moment. She managed to Bob her lids open staring around. A women encircled her with a few other figures that she couldn't see properly.What's going on?The women led her from the chair and down into the tub, grabbing the sponge from the table, it squeezed against her face lightly.The water was warm and she melted in its embrace, smell of a flower scent wavered in the room. The women took great of her, from the bath, to the chopping of her nails, and to the dressing of her hair.She was dressed in a fashion sheath dress, a well fitted, straight cut dress, nipped at h
He had no intention to do something bad to her, not at all, he only wanted to torture her, to make her yell in pain. He didn't know why, but her pain brought relieve to his heart, her shrill scream made his heart race with enough pleasure.It was a lunatic thought, but who cares? her pain was his pleasure.He dropped the bottle on the nearby table, the sound almost piercing through her ears, he stood up suddenly, she shivered slightly under his intensifying gaze. He liked it when he knew she was scared of him. Pleasure ringed in his ears, he wanted more, wanted her to scream more.He walked towards her, a step at a time, his hot gaze wavering across her body, the step he took felt like a century, he was going to do something, Nicole was sure of it. Fear had gripped her heart so badly, her face squeezed together.She dropped to the ground, a loud thud evaporating through his ears, she had probably screeched her knee and blood drizzled out of her knee and down to her dress, her voice qu
"Young Master," The guards assembled before him, their head bowing indifferently.Nicole sighed as she walked into the fighting room, her eyes suddenly widening as she examined the whole room. The whole room was dark, a little bit of light, the wrestling ring, and the boxers clothes, and the men present, heck, they were so huge, their muscles firm and hard. They over crowded her immediately."Are you fighting with young Master?" One of them asked.Nicole casted them a dry look before walking towards the other side of the rink, but soon a heavy hand pulled her back causing her to stumble a bit."Ouch!" She muttered, rubbing her elbow. She gazed up at Zane, her eyes flashing with anger. "Why did you do that?"He sighed. "You are fighting with Xander? are you out of your mind? you will get your bones broken or even worse you whole body will be on fire. Don't do it." He said, his eyes flashing with nothing but worry.Countless of times, he had wrestled with Xander, and he would say, it w