Chapter 112 Spotted - Ben POV
I lean back in my seat, my hands clenching on my steering wheel.
Things are not going as planned. That fucking Robert disappeared on me, the stupid idiot. I have no power beyond this state, and it's like he just disappeared into thin air.
People are not breaking apart, and I hate it.
I like seeing things break, or wither and die.
Withering and dying is my favourite part. Like dear Katherine who was once so beautiful and full of life.
I sucked the life right out her like a cancer.
So why are my newest subjects not doing any of that?
That fucking Gregory stepped down from the company like a king, stating he'll open his own. It's not even easy to do that, you need a lot of money to put up just one show.
I wouldn't even have had to try and annihilate him. If only he listened when I told him not to give Madison a role in the Christmas show, all of that could've been prevented. But he went ahead and did it anyway.
Alessandro Moretti is my biggest enemy here. He has too much fucking money and power in this city.
And didn't my dear brother warn me back when we were in high school? He told me Madison is connected to a very powerful family, but of course I didn't listen.
He wanted her, so I had to have her.
Then there's Simon. He was the biggest problem of all, getting an allergic reaction from the drugs and ending up in the hospital. Now the drugs are on the cops' radar. Not that it matters. I have the police commissioner on lock.
All these powerful men have something to hide, except Alessandro Moretti.
Right now he seems untouchable, but no man ever is. I just have to find his weak spots.
I look at my failed experiment through the tinted windows of my car. He's laughing with other dancers in a cafe, like he wasn't underneath me a few weeks ago when I fucked the living shit out of him.
My face may not have been in that video, but if my little fiance is smart like I know she is, she would have told Simon it was me.
What to do now?
I'm putting Simon on the back burner for now. That doesn't mean he is free of me. Yet. His dancer's ass was just too nice and too tight to only have once.
Right now, I have more pressing issues to deal with.
Namely Armando Martinez.
Nobody is coming to sweep in where I left off, even if I have to spend the rest of my life making Madison's life hell. She doesn't get to live happily ever after, not on my watch.
She humiliated me, she left me and then looked at me like I was the slime of the earth.
I was going to give her everything, but she thought she was too good for me.
I saw the way Armando looked at her, maybe I looked at her that way too once upon a time.
The Smiths and the Morettis think I'm dumb. I know their rat, T.J. probably has eyes on me, he's been Madison's personal security since Katherine paid with her life.
I don't get my hands dirty, at least not the way I prefer getting my dick dirty.
So I go to the office, and play the dutiful son and lawyer. I was ruling that office as a junior associate until my fucking brother decided to crash my parade. Now the women are drooling over him like he's some superstar, and even George is shaking in his boots.
What a spineless piece of shit. How he carries the Cargill name is beyond me.
My brother was supposed to die. They fucking shot that scum six times in the chest. I even flew to Germany to witness his demise in person, but like the parasite he is, he managed to miraculously survive and made a speedy recovery too.
And now he's claiming his birthright. If he had just taken his trust fund and stayed in the Navy till he died, I might have left him alone. But no, he had to come interfere with what belongs to me.
I'm not sharing the top position with him in a few years. There is no way, but he is going to be a little more difficult to get rid of.
"I can't help you." George says immediately when I walk through his office doors. "We have to stop what we're doing, I think Miguel is asking around about some shady transactions."
"I wasn't asking." I close the door behind me in case some nosy fucker overhears me. "I need one hundred thousand as soon as possible."
George goes red in the face. "Benedict, we are going to get caught!"
"Oh, funny you weren't worried about that when you have already funneled millions to your account." I lean over his desk. "You think I can't let independent auditors come in? Take a look of what you've been doing?"
"You'll have it by then end of the day." He clenches through his teeth.
"Good boy." I wink before I leave.
George is old enough to be my father, but when I came up with a way how we could steal money from the company without anyone noticing, he salivated at the chance. Now I have him in my pocket, and if he doesn't do what I say, he will be the one taking the fall.
I brush Mia's arm on my way back to my office, and she stiffens and blushes.
She's the biggest gossip in the office, and she usually knows everything that's going on, it would be good to have her in my corner. It's time she gets seduced, so that she can become my little informant.
By the end of the day, I have the money. Old George always comes through.
And so that very same night, I orchestrate my next plan, waiting for the carnage in the morning.