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.The part of the christian holy book that insists that there's no peace for the wicked could be wrong if translated literally.The wicked derive unfiltered joy and peace from whatever it is that they do. The thrill, the high emotions. It is like performing in a little orchestra and being the concertmaster. It is a feeling above high clouds, the tingles on their feet and the swelling of their hearts when they perpetrate a pure act of evil thoughts.One could insist that the Bible is wrong in that context, but can one deny that in the place of wickedness is uneasiness? The feeling of being watched? The fear of anybody besting you? Most importantly, the fear of being served your own medicine, with your own cup? The wicked has no genuine peace. They come close, yes, but even in their deepest slumber, their own shadow haunts them and paints gory pictures of what could go wrong and the possibilities are too much.Christian Gerard jerked from his sleep earlier today. His mind doing one twent
The underworld holds many parties in a year. Infact every mafia looks for a reason to host the largest party. Wether it was to show off their achievements or to make allies or to simply show off the fact that they had money.Earlier in the year, the Russian mafia held a ball in honor of the Don's daughter who had completed her service to the country and had returned home. It was the largest ball the year had seen and it was the first party for the year. Every mafia had gone there to see for themselves just how the Russians outdid themselves and boy did they throw a mean party.The American mafia is no stranger to parties, infact if there was a mafia that threw one hell of a party, it was the Americans. Every year Christian found reasons to host two big parties and co-host the largest mafia conference but when he found the treasure hidden in human trafficking, his parties became something every psychotic person out there couldn't wait for.As for psychotic people, out of one hundred ma
Christian sat behind his huge desk, his brows furrowed as he looked through his system. He had Eben and another nervous man in the office with him."Stephan Devaraux, director of Zirock construction, is that all you have on him?", Christian asked."Yes boss. No family life, no friends. He paid the whole money in cash so no transaction details"It had been two days since the auction, a whole day since he delivered all the abductees to all their buyers but failed to deliver Freya to Stephan."I'm not comfortable with this", Christian murmured."How did he get tickets to the auction?", Eben asked the IT guy."Uhh, through an account with the name, Maddy Nimble. That one too is not a name in any database", the IT guy answered."You said he is the director of Zirock construction, look into his company, he must leave traces somewhere"Christian discharged the IT guy, leaving only Eben and himself in his office."It's been a whole day boss, what happens when he comes for his goods?", Eben as
The rain pelted down on the unlucky people that found themselves outside but inside the American mafia mansion, the cooling effect of the rain failed to calm Christian's anger.The news anchor on the TV happened to be one of those unfortunate people outside the rain but this act of God may have been a way to stop the raging fire going on behind her from spreading.Despite the heavy downpour, thick black smoke hung over the neighborhood that housed three of the American mafia's major warehouse. If your guess is on the warehouses then you couldn't be more right."The cause of the fire is yet unknown and as you can see the firemen are desperately trying to put it out", the news anchor said into the microphone, raising her voice a little because of the background noise.Just then, a collective booming sound came from three of the burning warehouses, sending splinters of wood flying about, causing the middle building to collapse as the beams and pillars gave way."Is that a bomb?", One of
"I heard a certain someone isn't eating these days”, Eben sang as he walked into Freya's room, a goofy smile on his face and a plate of pancakes on his arms as he tried to close the door.Freya rolled her eyes and looked out the window, her eyes taking in the green scenery below her room.“Captain America to the save, yay!”, She sassed.“C'mon, don't be like that. I worry about you”, Eben dropped the food and shuffled on his legs when the woman made no moves to sit down.“It's the best pancakes in town. I had Xen make it specifically for you”, he sad again.Freya still cast her eyes ousde, a forlorn look on her stressed face.One look at her and one could tell that she was not sleeping well. Her face looked drawn and she had lost a bit of weight since she got here.A bird flies far and high but it never fails to visit it's nest, bringing food to it's chicks and doting on them. More times than Freya can count her mind has strayed to her children. A painful squeezing feeling makes itse
The speed limit was the average fifty kilometers per hour but Wilbur was comfortably doing ninety, well that was uncomfortable for Amina and Zayn, especially Amina.“Why is he like this?”, Amina whispered and clutched to the seatbelt she had on when Wilbur turned a corner but his speed made it look like he was drifting.“He's angry”, Zayn replied, causing the girl to glare at him.“You think I don't know?”, She snipped.“I don't know okay, I ain't his girlfriend. Maybe he's pissed about going there”, Zayn shrugged and held unto the seat before him when Wilbur stepped on the brake for a short while, trying to overtake a truck.“I am not happy about it too”, Amina replied.“And you're not driving too”, Zayn chuckled.The three of them found themselves on American soil earlier that morning and they had until evening to get to Christian's mansion in time for recruitment.Following Christian's massacre of his own members, staff included, his house lacked enough domestic staff so he was rec
The birds fly high in the sky, some into the clouds and it is the order of nature. The birds belong to the air and their cries either soothed or disturbed our ears, now that's depending on perspective.If the birds fly lower it is about to rain, if they fly without perching there's no dry land, often ignored is the fact that they are pack animals, flocking around each other. The phenomena is known but when there's no bird in the sky and the ones that fly down fly without direction, their wings flapping rapidly, they are scared.Bullets rained down on Vendetta headquarters that was sitting pretty on a green hill in Valencia, Spain. As there was no bird in the sky, there was also no human on ground as the drones hovering over the headquarters took over the whole place, sending down bullets like violent a rain.People scurried around like hell was let loose on them, oh, the doors of hell has opened and Vendetta HQ was the portal that connected to hell.“We are under attack! I repeat we a
Calls kept coming into the vendetta HQ, from the states, from the Italian government and from Stephan. Ace of Diamonds waited and waited and night had come, yet no call from the Blue house. The good news was that they had subdued their encroachment on Spain and the talibans in Korea had been subdued too.Ace of Diamonds, dressed down to singlet and her denim pants and her hair let down from it's tight ponytail. She was beyond frustrated but she knew what the ISIS was playing at. Wear them out and force them to act foolishly but as much as she had gotten frustrated, she also knew not to fall into their traps.Her personal cell phone rang and she retrieved it from her pocket and smile softly at the screen before picking the call.“Hey princess”, she smiled at the screen when a tired looking brunette appeared on the screen.“Hi baby, not done yet?”, The woman asked.Ace of Diamonds looked around and sighed tiredly before shaking her head.“Not done baby. I'll be home before you know it.