Someone's gonna die

*Clyde's POV*

Watching her leave is like torture, she is very innocent and fragile and that is the kind of woman I need, someone who is neutral and calm.

I didn't intend to kiss her nor did I wish for her to come with me to the pool, it all occurred with an impartial feeling.

Something about her feels invincible, and I don't know where to place it.

I grab the towel and wrap it around my waist, making my way into the building. Tommy hands me a white robe as I put it on, and then he hands me the cellphone that Francisco has been put on hold for.

“Francisco,” I call out coldly as I sit on the chair abreast. I hear him chuckle, it's annoying and my blood is boiling.

If I land my hands on him, I'm most likely to strangle him without a second thought. “Fucking start talking!” I tell him furiously, my patience running out.

“Easy Clyde, I'm hurt and you're hurt but guess who is very hurt? I am. You killed my brother, how dare you—”

“Don’t be an asshole, show yourself, and stop seeking sympathy. I'm not the type to give one.”

“Clyde, you've done SO much harm that I won't watch and cross arms. I'm coming for you and this time, with a price.”

“Let's see who gets down first, Francisco, I'm not scared of your fucking ass!!!!” I cut the call, tossing the phone to the ground.

“Are you okay, boss?” Dimitri rushes to me and asks and I give him a dead ass stare.

He retracts and says nothing. I pace back and forth, I'm going to lose my patience soon. I'm only respecting the fact that he is Alicia’s half-brother, otherwise, I would punch him to death.

“Boss, what do you suggest we do? He has nothing on us—” says Tommy

“He has never had any!” I blurt out, my tone dark. I turn to all the men there and they draw much closer. “I want Francisco dead or alive in the next twenty-four hours, am I clear?”

“Yes boss!” they respond in unison and I dismiss them.

After I neck down the entire glass, I turn to Dimitri who is patiently waiting for me to tell him anything, likewise Tommy.

Who is clutching his fingers to his holster.

“That ass thinks I'd buy his crap, that you killed his brother!” I start.

Now, here’s the kicker, if eventually his brother was shot, Alicia would be on my neck and that gruff of a father that she's got would come searching for me and that's a huge distraction.

Things are not the same because I'm divorcing Alicia and it makes them really mad. They made me this way; I wouldn't have gotten into buying, picking, and using women for my selfish reasons if it weren't for their influence, and I do not wish to continue like that.

As soon as I'm able to shut the family up, I'm changing my game—a legitimate one on a clean slate.

I'm really hoping that Raven gets settled and comfortable soon, so that she can handle the franchise really well, I know that she's fucking terrified about everything that has happened.

I just needed to test her ability to hold up even under pressure and this Francisco got in the way. I'm not letting him.

“Boss, I had no idea even if it was his brother; I had to protect us—you!” he fires.

I can see the rage in his eyes and feel it in his voice. He's pained. Dimitri is like a brother to me, he is my brother, it's only that our parents aren't the same.

I found him on the streets over fifteen years ago and Tommy came into the family ten years ago, I regard them highly, like my little brothers. One I never got.

“Easy! All we have to do is find that deuce of a man, I need to teach him an interminable lesson, and then I need a message to be passed. Not even Alicia can stop me, not at all.” I declared.

“Of course boss, we'll bring him to you in hours—even if it means straining our asses,” Tommy adds, he's furious too, it's etched on his face.

Tommy heads out to organize with the others and Dimitri stays back, with the way he's staring at me; he's got a question to ask.

“Do you want me to get Ms. May for you?”

Shit, I figured that he'd ask about her.

“And who told you that she'd make me feel any better?” I retort instantly.

“It's the way you look at her, you have a soft spot for her; it's apparent!” he adds and I rub my face across, he got me on that one.

“She's interesting. I want her to feel comfortable at work, I don't need her to be dumped like the other girls; this one is different. And so, stop asking about her and get that idiot for me.” I forcefully end the conversation and he nods without a choice. He attempts to leave, and so I stop him.

“Make sure to protect her at all times, keep a close eye on her; don't lose her from your sight. Can I count on that?”

“Anything, boss!”

“Good. And her mother—do something about it—”

“But boss, it could be risky—” he counters and I understand his point.

There's no way on earth that I should let such a thing happen but I have to try, maybe she would feel better.

I don't know why but I'm concerned about her feeling better and comfortable.

“Not letting her speak with her mother is the risky part, we'll see how she feels about it,” I tell him and walk away, and I hear him saying goodnight from behind.

However, he's smart and alert but he should not always counter what I tell him to do, sometimes I feel like I'm teaching him too much. Well, being smart is never too much.