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. 

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 I 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

“Fuck, Not today.” Carlos cursed under his breath as his hands helped Inaya to climb down. She looked down once again and then hurriedly went inside followed by Carlos. There were not only one pair of rage filled orbs but also one pair of scrutinizing gaze too. Greta was walking inside the Mansion when her eyes caught Inaya and Carlos’s cozy moments. Anthony was also there standing a bit away from Greta but his eyes held questions for Carlos not for Inaya. “I am sorry.” Inaya tried to speak when Carlos pressed his thumb on her trembling lips. “Be quiet and stay here or just sleep a little.” Carlos moved inside the washroom and freshened up. Throwing a shirt on his body with a pair of new sweats he climbed down. “Sir, Greta madam is in your office.” One of his maids informed him while extending his morning cup of coffee. “I see.” Carlos

A week had passed since that day. Even though Carlos made her stay under the same room sharing the same bed, yet no such things occurred. Every night Inaya tried to sleep, maintaining a safe distance with Carlos but often found herself sleeping on his chest in the  morning. He had never left her alone. A secure arm of warmth was always around her petite. She didn’t try to oppose this action of Carlos. Even though it was a sin considering her marital status, nothing was followed by the social rules inside this mansion. For the past one week she was given a task by Carlos. He used to leave for office but not before giving her the stacks of her daily tasks. It was funny to a certain extent. Those tasks included her walking on the lawn, going out on the balcony for a while and laying there under the sun. It was hard for her to convince him that she was perfectly fine inside the room. But he considered her anything but human. So she needed to follow these