Chapter 22

Vivan I checked her once again, making sure she would be okay in my absence and she had a low temperature, lower than yesterday. I covered her body with the blanket, and she mumbled something, ‘dad’ before shifting her body to the other side.

Fuck!!

I didn’t want to leave her alone. I just wanted to take care of her throughout the night, though I had many people who would take care of her with a snap of my fingers. I ran my fingers through my hair, getting angrier at my work, at my position, and most important at that woman who had brought all this shit. I sat down, watching my little daughter. She was becoming uncomfortable because of the IV attached to her arm. I stroked her hair softly, smiling, “Dad is here, sweetheart.”

I heard a shattered glass through the corridor. “Shit!!” she hissed.

Immediately, I paced the door and clutched her wrist, turning her to me. “What the fuck are you doing here??”

She glanced at the door before responding to me, fearless, “I came here to see, Harley.”

“Hiding behind the door?? And breaking my vase??” I growled while pointing to the shattered pieces of glass on the floor. I had imported this unique piece from India and now it is gone just because of her goddamn spying.

She looked down while pushing the strand of her hair behind her ear. “It seems expensive, but as long as you are a mafia boss you can buy a hundred more,” she grinned.

I narrowed my eyes. She didn’t even apologize for her action, “Apologize!!” I demanded.

“What? It was just a mistake. Why would I apologize? I won’t apologize to you,” she snapped, and it hit my nerve.

I slammed her against the wall, caging her between my arms. I was already angry, and she came here to make it higher. She gasped at my sudden action and stared at me with wide eyes. My hands rubbed against her silk nightgown, and I had not noticed she was just in a nightgown without a robe. Her shape breasts were visible through the nightgown and so was her entire body. Fuck!!

After noticing my eyes, she pulled the strap up on her shoulder, “I’m sorry,” she said through teeth, “It has been a day and I didn’t even see her once. Please let me meet her. I want to see her. I promise I will never take her anywhere and feed her anything without your permission,” this arrogant woman was requesting something from me, and it amused me.

After a few seconds, I gave her a brief nod, letting her in. “And yes, wear something decent.” I eyed her long legs before walking down.

“Let her go, man,” I heard Caleb’s voice through the barroom.

“I won’t let her go!” David growled and set his wine glass with a clicking sound. “Fuck! She slapped me!!” He slammed his hands against the bar counter.

“Who slapped you??” I interfered, and they both stood up from the stool and looked at me, tensing.

Caleb scratched the back of his head to become even tense, but David stood straight with his masked face, and this was the only thing I liked him more. He was a tough man and one of my favorite soldiers.

“Kiara,” Caleb said with a bit of hesitation and smiled awkwardly. Kiara had slapped him. No doubt only she could push this stunt. David was brutal. It was difficult for common people to meet his gaze and she had already messed with the wrong man.

I approached the counter and grabbed the bottle of wine before pouring it into a glass. “Why did she slap you?” I asked, sipping my wine.

David averted his gaze. Shame flashed across his face, “When Harley was unconscious, I thought she had caused something to her, so I was asking her for more information, but she didn’t tell me. I yelled at her bitch, and she slapped me off guard.”

“Do you want to avenge her?” I squeezed the glass, narrowing my eyes at him.

He clenched his jaw. “No,” he said forcefully, and I know he didn’t mean it.

I reached him, patting his shoulder, “You've been loyal to me for five years and I’m expecting you this time too. So will I assume you won’t touch her?” I gave him a threatening look.

After a while, “I won’t touch her,” he said through teeth. It was hard for a man like him to accept defeat, but he had to do it because he was at my mercy. “I’ve sworn to obey my boss and if he wants this, then I’ll do it happily.”

My phone rang, and Brett’s name appeared on the screen. I nodded to them before picking up my phone and walking out, “Yes, Brett.”

“Boss, a major problem has occurred. Nevadas have attacked our territory in the east, and they knocked off Luke. I have been trying to call him, but it went to voicemail. I’m tracking him and his location is in the east,” he said, worried. Luke was the captain of my army and a valuable man to me because he had known my secret crews across the country who were working for me secretly.

And Nevadas was one of the cruelest gangs. They had attacked our territory and even knocked down one of my men. Fuck!!

“All right, I’m coming as soon as I can,” I said and hung up the phone without waiting for his reply.

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“So they are only three,” I whispered.

Brett nodded his head and focused on the building where they had been hiding. “I’m not sure about it, but they are not over four because two of them were killed by the captain. I’ve talked to Luke before they knocked him off.”

“Then you don’t need to come. I’m enough for them,” I said, glancing at him.

His eyes widened. “No, I can’t. You’re our boss and your safety comes first.”

“Shut up, Brett!! This time is not for your bullshit. They can kill him if I don't save him. I can’t risk your life.” I couldn’t risk any of my men’s lives. My hand rested on my gun while I was stepping toward the building. A man cried out, and I didn’t take a second to recognize his voice. Luke. They were torturing him. Fuck!

I entered the building and looked around and heard someone’s footsteps. I hid behind the door, waiting for him. And when he reached near me, immediately I smashed my gun into his skull and made him groan with pain. He dropped, grunting. I bent down, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling my knife, and the next moment my knife was against his neck.

Wiping away his blood, I moved further. Again, I heard Luke’s painful voice. Without wasting a single second, I stormed inside and hit the first man, shattering his nose, blood oozing out of his mouth. I snapped another’s neck and the third one came with a sharp knife and took me off guard. Fuck!! I hissed, clutching my arms, and shot him right between his eyes.

“Here is our Dark king,” I heard a familiar voice. My eyes grew wide when I saw him harmless. Luke, “You are in our trap, boss,” he mocked the last word.

I clenched my jaw and snarled, “Fuck you, Luke!! You fucking disloyal fox!” I twisted the knife as my hand was craving to slice his neck. He fucking betrayed me!! The men were gathering around me and imprisoning me between them. I smirked at them, “You can’t defeat the bull, not even with those fucking men.”

Luke crossed his arms over his chest and sneered, “We know you are the king of this city. You can take down three people at once, but in the end, you are human with extra skills. It’s not like you have some superpower underneath you. You can’t defeat ten at once, Vivian.”

I narrowed my eyes at him, clutching my knife. “You know me, the more people I kill, the more beast I become.”

He stared into my eyes, fear crossing his face, and next, he motioned to his men. I pulled out another gun from the holster and shot his right leg. He stumbled and dropped. I moved next, but someone hit my abdomen and I collapsed on the floor. My nostril flared with anger as I stood up and slammed my fist into that man. My gun slipped out of my hand, so I grabbed the last gun under my jacket and shot two at once. The room was filled with gunshots and my men came from the opposite direction. Probably Brett had smelled the trouble and came on time with my soldiers.

My left arm was bleeding, but I ignored the pain and continued my fight. I kicked another man and shot him next. I would not show them mercy, especially to the person who had worked under me for five years. He fucking betrayed me, and I would torture him until he begged me for death.

“Boss,” Brett approached me, inspecting my wounds.

“I’m fine, Brett,” I rasped and nodded towards Luke. “Make sure he won't be killed until I slaughter him.”

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I parked my car and went out. I drew a harsh breath as pain shot through my abdomen. My shirt was covered in blood.

David’s eyes grew wide when he noticed me jogging. “What happened to you, boss?” he asked, worried. Caleb came next and three other men came after them.

“I’m okay,” my voice came into a harsh whisper. I raised my hand. “Go to your work.”

As my abdomen was hurting from each step, I rubbed my teeth. I glanced at Harley’s room. She was sleeping peacefully, and Kiara was beside her sleepy, too. I did not know if she was sleeping or not because her head rested on the bed while her body was on the chair. I sighed in relief and walked into my room. I take off my bloody shirt first, then my pants.

I stood for a few minutes trying to relax my body, but it was difficult with my wounds. I did not ask for a doctor because I hated to take anybody’s help. Not even a doctor unless I reach the edge of death.

“What happened to you?” I heard Kiara’s soft voice from behind.

I turned to her, narrowing my eyes at her, “Can’t you knock first??” Her eyes were inspecting my body carefully and I was just in boxer shorts.

She entered quickly, ignoring my cold glare. “You’re bleeding” she trailed her fingers over my arm. “You need to see a doctor.”

Looking at her, it didn’t seem like she cared about me. I ignored her and walked toward the bathroom. “I’ll stitch myself.”

“Are you crazy? It will cause you an infection!! I know you’re a genius, but it doesn’t mean you can handle everything on your own.”

“Get out, Kia. Don’t annoy me!!” I snapped and stepped into the bathroom and slammed the door closed. She pushed the door open and walked in. “What the fuck?”

“Where is the first-aid kit?” She looked around searching for the kit. “I just want to pay you back. You’ve helped me a week ago. Now it’s my time to do the same.” She opened the drawer and took out the kit. “Let me help you. This wound is not normal. It will cause you serious injury.” Why was she talking like a doctor? “They have cut you deep and you have a few bruises on your abdomen, too.”

She checked and read each of the medicinal equipment carefully. “I have to numb your hand first before stitching your wound. It will ease your pain.” she took out a needle and checked something on it before ramming in my arm.

“Fuck,” I hissed and let out a shaky breath.

“Relax,” she said while rubbing that spot softly, “Can you sit somewhere because I’m unable to reach your upper arm properly?”

Frowning, I moved out and sat on the bed. I was still in my boxer shorts, and she didn’t seem bothered by my nakedness, even though she was stealing a few glimpses of my body. She stitched, and I didn’t feel an ounce of pain during this entire process. I studied her features. Her beautiful green eyes were fixing through my wound and her small nose was slightly wrinkled at seeing my blood. She kept biting her lower lips and kept seducing me. She didn’t need heavy makeup to look beautiful because she was naturally beautiful, and her body was fuckable.

I had never shown her I was attracted to her, but fuck, I want this beautiful woman and wanted to take her from behind. She had been through a lot, and I couldn't do this with her. I ignored her, but my dick could not.

“Your abdomen has some bruises. Do you want me to put ointment on it?” She asked while glancing down at my bruises.

Fuck, No!! I had allowed no woman so close to me. “No. I’m good,” I said calmly and shifted my body. She said nothing and walked out of the room.

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