CHAPTER 1 " Welcome to hell"

JORDAN-

"Pick up the pace, we need to finish this dress by 12 PM." I yelled while moving in the corridor.

"Mr. Jordan, what about the suit?" My secretary inquired. I pivoted in disillusionment.

"Do I have tell you that, are you new here my dear?" I was already stressed because of this dress which should be finished by today itself and she was simply adding oil to the fire.

"Uh! Alright, I'll ask John, to deliver it." She said.

"You ought to have conveyed it as of now, Ugh! Don't worry about it, I'll do the delivery for you ma'am." I said in a disturbing voice. I, the head of the company will now do the delivery.

"Sir, I'll send the-" she said and I interfered.

"Definitely! Without a doubt, which will require days for you to do so and I don't want that to happen, just put it in my vehicle." I said as I took my vehicle keys and moved towards the exit.

I saw the location, and drove off. It was some sort of mansion and I understood I had gone into the place of the mafia everybody talked about. I never met him or saw him, however had heard a ton about him. He was savage and a pitiless bastard. I never realised he wore suits that I made. As I entered, the spot was loaded up with safety officers.

"Who are you?" Some gatekeeper, remained before my vehicle and asked me.

"Here, for the conveyance." I showed him the bundle, he actually had a good look at it, obviously and opened the case. God! I needed to bite the dust prior to seeing this.

"Better believe it! I'm here to kill your boss, you good for nothing, dumbass." I said in dissatisfaction. This isn't something I should've said to the mafia's bodyguard. He pointed a weapon at me.

"Get out of the the car, we really want to actually look at you." The gatekeeper said, in what wreck have I found myself mixed up with?

"I was simply joking, you guys were driving me up the wall, what might a blameless person at some point like me perhaps do?" I said as yet deriding and not viewing what is happening in a serious way.

"Whatever." The fellow guard said, and began to tie my hands. I snorted as I pushed one guard back, the other one came and went after me. Dude, I was not here for this.

I punched one fellow and felt triumphant. When I turned, I saw five to six weapons bringing up at me.

"Ok! I'm." I said lifting my hands up high. The guard tied my hands and took me to their asshole boss.

As I entered I saw a few works of art on the way, and soon I was driven into his room. He was perched on his seat folding his legs at his table, while seeing a few reports.

"Boss, this person is hanging around for the conveyance, however was looking at killing you." The guard told his boss. The boss, whosoever he was, sat upright eliminating his legs from the table and checked me out.

"Huh! About killing me?" He said, as he stood up and strolled towards me.

"I was really….. here to convey your suit, however your bundle of butt holes screwed with me." I said, and he made another stride towards me.

"Things being what they are, you were here to deliver something, yet now, going to kill me? Interesting." He said ridiculing me.

"Take your suit and let me go. One thing without a doubt, I'm never designing suits for you, anymore.” I said in dissatisfaction.

"Haha! Let him go, you have some unacceptable person." He expressed seeing me with pity. What sort of mafia is he, imbecilic and dolt. The guard freed my hands. What's more, I punched him as soon as I was free.

"You, jerk." I was disturbed as heck, yet they again pointed their weapons at me, it’s their favourite thing to do.

"Put them down. Here, you dropped your wallet." Their boss, ordered and they brought down their hands. Then he came and gave me my wallet, slightly patting me on the shoulder.

"Au revoir" I said, tossing the bundle at his feet and turned strolling towards the exit. I walked straight towards my vehicle. I hated this person, who does he assume he is, a total piece of shit. I kicked the tires of my vehicle out of frustration and plunked down rapidly.

"It was nice meeting you, Mr. Jordan, however your suit was badly crumpled." I got a message on my phone, it was him, the mafia. Obviously, it would be badly crumpled you numb nuts, your guard checked it like it was a bomb of some kind.

"Fuck off, I'll clearly kill you once I have a chance to do so." I messaged him back, out of resentment. I just gave a threat to mafia, however wasn't frightened in any way.

I drove off, out of frustration, I was driving exceptionally fast that I didn't knew where I was. Most likely in a distant region, close to the forest. It felt so alone so I halted, I checked out it was nearer to get dull and I needed to return now. Most terrible day in the 100 years, I took a u turn, I opened the window and out of nowhere, heard a scream.

I panicked and began to drive, and I heard someone shooting, I glanced around and saw a girl, probably in her early twenties, running towards me, canvassed in blood. I got out of the car right away, when I held her and she got shot from an unknown direction. I saw blood trickling from her back, I was unable to think straight. I saw a person shrouded in cover, pointing a weapon at me.

"Get the hell out of here, if you don't want to die." He yelled in a muffled voice.

"Who the hell are you?" I asked, as if he was really going to tell me his identity.

"Just fuck off, and leave." He shot in the air. I got terrified as I was unarmed. I sat and drove my car as quick as possible.

It was dim, my hands were covered in blood, that girl had died right in front of me, and I could do nothing to save her but ran off as a coward. I felt so regretful for not doing anything, when I decided to go save her, my car was obstructed by three dark Ferrari. I didn't knew what had occurred. I glanced around yet couldn't figure out how to get away. Around six or seven men got down from the cars and pointed their weapon at me. I was so frightened and I realised it should be connected from that homicide.

My life has forever been troublesome, as my mom was murdered when I was five by certain mafias, my dad had left my mother when she got pregnant from him. I never had a sister or sibling. I grew up alone with my uncle Ben, who likewise kicked the bucket in a fender bender. I lost everybody near me quite early on, and had no basic encouragement. In any case, I figured out how to turn into a fruitful individual yet I saw my life and dreams breaking as these firearms planned to kill me.

I got down from my car since I needed to and heard a noisy cry. Somebody was crying, yet all the same the sound appeared to be exceptionally far off. It must be somebody connected with that girl. I felt genuinely bad for that person, and peered down in guilt since I might have saved that girl, yet I didn't. The men pointed the weapon at my head, I realised battling was impossible here or, in all likelihood they would kill me on the spot. I felt extraordinary agony at the rear of my head, as though somebody had hit me with something heavy.

I felt dizzy and saw blood trickling from my head, my vision got obscured and I fell oblivious. I don't recollect what occurred straightaway, yet felt my body was being moved starting with one spot then onto the next.

I regained my consciousness, my head was hurting severely, however I couldn't do anything about it since I before long understood that my hands were tied with metal chains. I, who never knew how to confine a bird was myself kept as a prisoner. I was kidnapped by those men, and I realised that they in no way wanted to keep me alive. I remembered that I had nobody who would cry for me, not so much as a solitary individual would search for me assuming that I disappeared. I felt so terrible that I was the director of "L'humanité." I had made a brand yet had nobody in need. Tears moved down my eyes, not on account of torment but the helplessness I was feeling at that time. I struggled a lot, I attempted to break free and shouted for a really long time on top of my voice however nobody bothered listening to me.

I was yelling, attempting to break the chains yet they were solid to such an extent that my wrists were bleeding and all I could do was to sit idle and cry at my fate. I was tied there for two days, I felt so alone, nobody came to check whether I was in any condition, I was treated worse than a prisoner. At least they get food to eat. My lips were dried out totally, I hadn't eaten anything in two days and was extremely feeble. I could barely keep myself conscious . I had been seeing the same walls everyday, it looked like the room was designed uniquely. I saw few paintings yet overlooked them and before long understood that these works of art appeared to be like those which were in that mafia's home. Anger rushed in my veins as his thought hit my head. I began battling with whatever energy I had left, and somebody entered strolling gradually and I could hear the voices made by his shoes.

"You!" I shouted as I saw his face, I was not stunned as I expected seeing those canvases that I would be in his house.

"People call me Mr. Lee, I expect that you should do likewise." He said raising his eyebrow.

"I couldn't care less, just let me go." I said battling.

"Letting you go isn't something I've arranged, your process will be far more fascinating than this." He said, and put his hands in his pockets.

"What have I done to you?….. if it is about that girl- " I said breathing heavily but got interrupted as he kicked me hard in the gut, blood came out from my mouth and I hacked.

"You don't get to talk about her, just tell me the reason, why did you kill her" he said out of frustration moving his sleeves up.

"I didn't kill her, I fucking didn't kill her. I'm not like you." I shouted as I was unable to stand somebody faulting me for something I didn't do.

"Oh! yeah! Is that right? What were you doing there? Your hands covered with her blood probably." He said punched me directly upside the head, I was on the verge of passing out and he was simply making it worse.

“I…..Uh…..I” I was unable to talk anything, thinking if I should tell him if I was there or not.

"Why was your fucking wallet there? You killed my fiancé and you won't leave this place alive." He shouted while drawing excessively nearer to my face, I could see his eyes loaded up with fury and they were red, which was exceptionally frightening. He looked so different from when I first met him, I hated him right away but now, I'm afraid of him.

"I tried to save her from… from that man, but….... I…. couldn't." I decided to tell him the truth as I saw pain in his eyes. He lost somebody who was very important to him. Also, I could've saved her if I had the will to do so. I felt guilty and didn't shout back at him anymore.

He punched me for some time until he was tired, he loosened his tie and kicked me very hard in the stomach. I was bleeding from all parts of my body but couldn't let out the slightest peep as at some place it was my fault as well. He sat close to me, tears moved down his eyes.

"She was my everything, I was supposed to marry her on 31st, and you were supposed to stitch my suit." He broke down completely, I could do nothing but feel bad for him. I needed to say something to calm him down, however didn't have the guts to do so.

He stood up out of nowhere, maybe realising that he can't be vulnerable and weak before an outsider. He asked one of his men to bring a glass of water. I was thirsty as well but couldn't ask him for it. The guard brought some water and he drank half of it keeping the rest on the table. He then made a stride towards me but the guard interfered.

"Boss, Mr. Mathew is asking for you.” His guard said saving me from another hit.

"Okay! Tell him I'm coming." He said looking straight towards me. He turned and began strolling towards the door. As he was about to reach the door he again turned around and said.

"Welcome to the hell." He said and left closing the door behind him.