Caspar's POV.
I lay there paralyzed on the marble floor of the bathroom, the cold shower pounded on my body like sharp drops of rain. Washing out the dried blood and the disgusting smell.
I was getting intoxicated again, I think the drugs which that woman rubbed on my lips had reverse aftereffects. The hallucinating effect comes again in intervals of ten minutes. My body felt heavy like a log, while my breathing quickened and I was reminded of Ishabella again. The young French woman to whom I lost my virginity, spent a steamy hot night.
She said she would meet me again but unfortunately there was no report on her visiting the night mashup club. It has been months since I last saw her, she was a fiery woman with the skills of an assassin.
"I fucking want her now," I roared, clenching my bleeding hand. I didn't even realize that I was acting like a real psycho. Alex probably heard my growls and breaking of the mirror, that's why he rushed inside my bathroom. With my half closed eyes, I saw a blurry image of Alex saying something.
However I couldn't understand or hear a word of his. He turned off the shower, wrapped the bathing robe around my cold body,and carried me out of the bathroom.
Laying me down, he rummages through my drawers. God knows what he was looking for, then suddenly he grabbed my left arm. Lifting my robe's sleeve, he injected the needle of a syringe into my skin.
"How can you forget your medicine, Boss?" I heard the faint voice of Alex in my head as he pumped the medicine into my blood vessel.
As soon as the medicine mixes with my blood, a rush of blood flow happens in my body. My body temperature increased causing me to sweat. Clutching my fingers around Alex's wrists, I shouted unconsciously," What the fuck you injected me? I fucking feel like countless insects are biting under my skin."
"Boss, I only gave your medicine. It will help you reduce the drug's effect..."
"No, it's fucking painful. I will die, Alex do something. Fuck, Fuck! Don't fucking just stand there, do something."
I shouted, scratching all over my body. That time I was high on drugs that shaded my mind to not recognize my medicine. From the young age of fifteen, I have been taking a drug to stabilize my growing anxiety and self-esteem fear. People might think I'm all good and chill Boss, in reality I'm suffering from traumas of young age.
After a few seconds the medicine's effect reached the brain, calming down my growing impatience. I was fully awake, and became aware of my madness.
"Alex, out now. I need some time to rest," saying that I covered myself with the blanket.
Alex nodded and put back the medicine box into my drawer and walked out. Nobody really knows the reason behind my madman behavior, few know like my parents, Erick and Alex.
When I was fourteen years old, one of my father's enemies kidnapped me and locked me in a dark room. If only it was a dark room but inside the dark room I used to hear screams and yelling of dying people. It was truly haunted because I came from a business family and never witnessed people getting killed. Nobody in my family was ever involved with Mafia groups or any criminal groups.
My mental health worsened when the kidnappers began killing people in front of my eyes. They used to leave the dead bodies in my room, and I had to live there smelling the blood, seeing it getting rotten and turning into only bones.
After one year, I had enough of it because they stopped giving me food to eat. I was dying of hunger and thirst, that's when they brought one dead pig into my room.
I had no choice, with tears in my eyes I dug my face into the pig's bloody body. Tearing off the raw flesh and drinking its thick blood.
I became a living monster there, and the next step I took was snatching the guns from those guarding men's holsters. That was the first time I killed someone and freed myself from a living hell. From there I never returned to my pure, innocent self rather embraced my devilish self.
I spent one week on the streets, eating the leftovers from the trash can and sleeping with stray dogs. Luckily my father's men found me and took me back to my parents.
Carrying dark history of torture, trauma and hands covered in blood. From that day onwards I'm on a continuous search for the man who ordered to kidnap me. Even my dad's men were not able to find me in my missing days. I have to end my kidnapper’s life with my very own hands if I want to free myself from my traumatic past.
Because of that man, I chose a path of becoming a ruthless mafia. I chose the path of killing, hatred, ruthlessness. I'm no man of emotions or feelings, and this is why I have never taken a liking to any woman in my 26 years of life.
"At least that's what I had thought but Ishabella is different. With her, my hatred and loneliness disappeared. Even if it was for a short amount of time, my heart raced for the first time when she kissed my lips that night..."
"I'll make her my wife after divorcing Bella Dior. I fucking hate this chairman Austin Dior's daughter," I cussed, and turned to the other side to finally sleep.
***
Two months later.
"Alex, is everything ready? Have you checked the college my so-called wife goes to?" I asked, putting on a black suit.
"Yes, but are you really going to visit her? Today is her graduation farewell party."
I turned back and smirked at Alex. There's no way I will fly from the States to France only to meet that brat playgirl.
"I'm going there to sign another deal with chairman Austin Dior. And dad said to show love for his daughter-in-law. So I'm planning on donating a few dollars to the university as charity to show how much I love my wife," I casually said and walked out of my changing room.
This will be my first time meeting with my contract wife whom I managed to ignore for one year. I don't know what her reaction will be, I heard she's 21 this year. So she's six years younger than me, I see.
I boarded the first class business seat on the plane with Alex. Soon after we will be in France, in my wife's university.