Chapter 14 Ravyen
Perhaps, it was to erase every form of suspicion, perhaps, it was to keep her put and not repeat the same fate as the former. She was mesmerizing and at the same time, annoying. I tried not to be deceived by the sensation that was wearing me off.
Does she know how scared I was? Finding her at that place? I had returned home only to meet her absence. No one knew her whereabouts and they only guessed she came visiting my work place.
Why was she acting so stubborn? Was it hard to just listen to my orders? I knew she was shattered when I locked her up but I must protect her. I was able to find her through the track on my phone.
Whatever it seems like, I was monitoring her movements. I tried calling her but it seems she was purposely ignoring my calls.
Luckily, those after her had to meet their early grave because Frank had to take over. Delivering her home safe was the best. I had even instructed the maids to take care of her bruises as something urgent had come up that needed my attention.
For those on duty during her disappearance, I fired them as they should have been more vigilant.
When she had proudly declared herself as my wife, I couldn't explain the gush of emotions that exploded me. It was as though I found a missing part of me.
I pace to and fro, petrified but not wanting to reveal it, why wasn't she out? I didn't want to burst into just not to create more influx of fear in her.
To be sincere, I was like taking control and she has to learn about that. Her surprise only inflicted anger in me.
For her sake, I became a stalker, learning everything there is about her. She had a way of making my heartbeat with that alluring smile of hers yet I didn't want to fall for that.
A promise I told myself and I hardly break that. I sensed the fear in her eyes as it always was. She didn't want to see me but I wanted to see her. I exhaled deeply, watching her from the balcony.
I wish she came out of the room but I couldn't see a trace of her. Maybe I went to far, or maybe she would be fine and overtime get used to it. The sooner I get to tell myself she wasn't the same, then I will break out of this awkward feeling that was lurking in my heart.
What if? I couldn't control myself any longer, I almost took a step forward to move to her room but then I found her by the balcony.
My world stopped, there was no time, wind or rain, just the two of us. Her gaze avoided me and I knew she was angry. It was as though she knew I wanted to see her and then she traveled those eyes to my face.
I felt nervous under her bewitching appearance, her hands arched on the rail. If I hadn't control myself, I was sure to have her in bed. However, we were having a beef but women were easily vulnerable as a little bribery with gifts would change their mind.
I took one last glimpse at her, her doleful gaze at me. I hated it when my things gets messy, my orders get defiled and most importantly going through my private items!
My cold gaze softens at her as I couldn't look away, then she faded inside making me feel a part of me was gone.
My thoughts were interrupted when Frank drew closer to me and whispers;
"It's time"
I took a glimpse at my wristwatch. It was a hectic day for me but nothing was more bemusing as the other side of me. I took a turn and found my men in dark sitting in jeep and awaiting me. My birthday was just ruined.
We drove to secluded area, where the tall trees facades were, it gave me a brief memory of childhood when I got to run in the woods because my life depended on it.
The door was opened for me and some gloves were handed to me by Frank. While wearing them, I cartwalk towards the building with a stern gaze. A strand of my hair was let lose as it covers my face partly.
The men behind me followed my trail with briefcases. Their intimidating nature could scare anyone off. It was part of what we do. I have to return early just not to raise her suspicions yet again.
That woman was the least I expected to make me panic. I found myself in a hallway, chaotic in look, having everything upside down. I guess a battle swept through this place and only five men were on their knees badly injured.
I itched my nose, loving the scenery of this place, this is more like it, chaos, a part I enjoy. The unscrupulous way my men fired at any foes who tried laying a hand on me.
Bullets ring in the air and none touched me besides, my men were there to shield me through the path while I work majestically. They shoot at every breathing thing in this place, except for the puppy which I'd take as a trophy.
I was extremely resourceful and had a variety of tools at his disposal to hide the bodies of those he killed I want control and will do anything it takes to get it, even if that means destroying everything else around me.
Pacing closer to the desk, I found glasses of champagne. Too bad, my entrance ruined it all. I smirked and then took a glimpse at the sculpture ugly pig with jab mouth which held a cigarette.
It was as ugly as it's owner but the cigar would do. Drifting my mind from the nature of the environment before me,
The eyes of my victims blot out as they spit blood. A part of my men had handled them and I was left to do the talking.
My hand dragged a chair which I swivel around to sit opposite these men. One was a civilian, looking wealthy and flamboyant.
However, his demise made him cringe when our eyes met.
I loved it when my victim shows this part of them, when they'd have nowhere to hide but crawl back to me. I had deviously question them on the reason we were over there. The two who refuses to speak faced my wroth. I quickly took a gun from Frank and shot at them without hesitation and it were left for these three to chose their fate.
"I'm sorry boss" the third cried shivering.