Chapter 4

Christian literally skipped everywhere, a beautiful smile creasing the corners of his beautiful face, one might be fooled to think that innocent thoughts brought on the charming smile.

His mansion bustled with activities, people running around like headless chickens, each person seriously praying for their heads to remain on their shoulders till the next day because Christian had a reputation of going from zero to one million in a split second.

Eben was particularly uneasy. The shipment was coming in today and he had to do everything in his power, even outside his power to make sure that nothing went wrong and the day was not starting on a good note for him.

"No matter what you do, do not let them check the shipment. I will be there soonest", Eben ordered over the phone.

"Eben, darling, how are the arrangements going?", Christian snuck up on Eben, causing a high pitched shriek to come out of the startled man.

"Sometimes I don't know what to do with you. You're worse than a woman", Christian scoffed at the man with a disgusted expression on his face.

"Everything is going just fine. Just a little problem", Eben stammered, earning narrowed glance from Christian.

"Customs chief insists on checking the container", Eben stuttered out.

"And he cannot be killed?", Christian asked.

"He is national property. We touch him, we will be dealing with the whole of America. I am going over there, with bribery on one hand and a threat on the other, just the way you like it", Eben answered.

"Now that's a real man. Run along. Eben…", Christian walked closer to the wavering man.

"Tie all loose ends or else….. let's just say I will particularly enjoy tying you", Christian threatened, a creepy smile on his face.

Eben hurried out of the place, on a mission to bribe the customs chief and shut him the hell up, as much as he was not particularly fond of violence.

One would wonder why a spineless man like Eben decided to work with a person like Christian, who lacks morals.

It was not a matter of choice for him. It was a matter of feeding himself and his little family consisting of his mother, father and younger brother, it was a matter of life and death because Christian was like a trap that won't let go of anything it catches without damages done.

Christian strolled into his room, where he had Camille, the daughter of the late Don locked up.

"Come here Camille", he called leisurely to the young lady who looked underfed and like the very essence of her being has been drained out.

She sluggishly dragged herself or for better understanding, limped towards him, from the dark corner she had been hiding. Her face sporting daunting hollow on her cheekbones with dark circles around her eyes.

Christian smiled softly at the lady who knelt at his feet or still for better understanding, slumped at his feet.

"Today's a good day Cami, you know why?", He asked her while her chin rested in his hand.

"No", she whispered.

"I'll tell you honey, people like you are on there way here", Christian sang happily.

"Like me?", She asked.

"Yes. Creatures of pleasure, just like you. Created for people like me"

"Will I ever be free?", Camille whispered.

"You are free honey but people like you, ingrates like you fail to recognize the honor of being bedded by me. Camille you have a strong, daring man that you please, what else could you possibly want?", Christian asked, astonishment adorning his features while he unbuckled his belt and zipped down his pants.

Camille gasped, scared of what is to come. Years in Christian's captivity had still not strengthened her for his wickedness.

"Christian", she gasped at the biting sting in her scalp, a result of Christian's wicked grip on her hair as his hand guided her head to his groin.

While Camille choked and gagged on Christian's hardened member, Eben had cleared the shipment and they were already in one of his mansions, waiting to be vetted.

"Eben! How wonderful you are, I'm loving this. What do we have here?", Christian clapped Eben on the back as he stared at the abductees who cowered before him, except for the red-headed Freya who's eyes shone a scornful glint.

"Now who might this be?", Christian asked when he noticed the one woman who wouldn't fear him.

In his mind, he knew she was not broken, there was still some fight left in her and how he enjoys snuffing the fight from willed people.

Eben grabbed some papers from a pile that was heaped on the table and send through the information there before he stumbled on Freya's information.

"Freya McIntyre, twenty-eight, she's originally an Irish woman but an American citizen non the less. A PhD in psychology and human behavioral science…", Eben paused when Christian made a sound in his throat, a look of fascination on his face as he stared at the woman.

"She's a bit of a genius. Jumped a few grades and all", Eben answered the unanswered question.

"A painfully beautiful genius", Christian mused, walking closer to her to observe her.

Eben started but paused when his eyes narrowed on the document.

"Married and mother of two. She owns a bar downtown", Eben finished.

"Typical Irish woman", Christian chuckled and turned on his heels.

"She will be the star of my show. Eben can you imagine how many people would want to fuck this defiance out of her? To beat it out and have fun breaking a woman like that?", Christian asked Eben who was running after him.

There was something about her angry grey eyes that made Christian want to be the one to break her but for the first time in his life, he didn't allow selfishness in the place of reason, he would use her to make millions.

One must understand that for Christian, this was a unique act of selflessness.

Eben patted around his body, a nervous expressing painted his face at the idea of making Christian Gerard wait one minute because he chose the best time in the year to forget his phone.

"Umm….b…boss?", Eben stuttered.

Christian whirled around, having heard the panic in his voice, he narrowed his eyes on him.

"Eben let's thread wisely now, shall we?", Christian warned in a low tone.

"I… uh… forgot my umm…. Phone. In there. Need to get it boss", Eben stammered, causing Christian to exhale heavily.

"I am in the best mood today. Unless it's important, do not call me, I will be paying a little flower a little visit", Christian walked out, leaving Eben to himself.

Back in the warehouse Freya stared intently at the phone laying on the table, a phone that was currently out of reach given her confinement behind bars.

Eben scurried back into the warehouse and picked his phone.

"Hey", Freya called out to him, causing him to look at her.

"When do you plan to feed the children here?", Freya asked, a truckload of attitude in her voice.

"You are not worried about freedom?", Eben asked.

"Will you give that?", Freya sassed back at him.

"Well no but……", Eben started but Freya had run out of patience weeks ago.

"But nothing. Food is all you have access to give us. When are they eating?", Freya snipped.

"A maid will be here with your food", Eben huffed, annoyed at the tone the woman was using on him.

Freya saw the annoyance flash in his glass covered eyes but couldn't care less. Between him and the other man, this one was the lesser evil and despite his calm look, he had a big ego, given how easy it was to offend him.