Since Elliot left, I've been pacing my room the entire time. That was something I shouldn't have said. I'm not sure what possessed me to say those nasty remarks to him. My guilt is consuming me. When those words left my mouth, I couldn't get the expression of hurt off Elliot's face. I'm not sure what I'm thinking. Why did I feel compelled to do that? I just realized I was furious and irritated with him for ordering me to break up with Matt. I understand Matt hasn't been the best boyfriend due to his busy activities, but I don't see why he is forcing me to leave our relationship. It's not like we're still in high school, where I'd obey his every command. I attempted to explain myself. I wished to speak with him. I tried to call him back, but he didn't respond. And I can tell he's angry because of his expression. My heart was crushed when he walked out of my flat door without even looking back. I'm not sure how I'd explain it to him. Since he departed, I've been attempting to reach hi
I awoke to the rays of the sun piercing my skin. What the hell? I squinted my eyes, attempting to figure out where I was. The instant I moved, the smack of a pillow struck my face. And it fucking pissed the hell out of me. "What the actual fuck?" I screamed with rage. Kyle stood at the bottom of my bed, smirking, as I fully opened my eyes to view the irritated prick who opened the curtains in my room. "It's wonderful that the boss has woken up. Why don't you get up and go to work? It's oh-so-middle-of-the-day and your phone has been buzzing since last night." "I am the boss, as you have stated. So get out of here and stop pissing me off." "Do you think that's how you should repay me for bringing you home? I and Briton, have to pull your ass over so we can get you home after you wasted all by yourself." I put a pillow over my head since I didn't want to hear anything from Kyle. "I'm not sure why you're here. So, what do you want?" I mumbled. "Just to let you know, since last night
"Ariella, what are you doing here?" I asked nonchalantly. "My calls were not returned, and you weren't responding to any of my messages." She whispered anxiously, "I'm worried." She kept biting her lower lip, and I can't help but feel compelled to kiss her passionately right now. "I'm worried about you." I tried to retain a straight expression before answering her, "I have important matters to attend to. And besides, it’s not that I haven’t completed my job, right?" "Elliot." "How did you find out where I live?" She fumbled for a moment before turning to look at Kyle, who was close behind me. I already knew the reason without her saying a word. "I'm sorry, El. I begged Kyle to give me your address. Please do not get mad at him." "You didn't ask, sweetie." Kyle said. I immediately glared daggers at him because of the way he addressed my Ari. Is she your Ari, Elliot? You are just her best friend! So stop dreaming. The punk, on the other hand, just ignored me. "You didn't ask, sweet
I'm not sure how Kyle was able to get me out of that unpleasant situation. All I can see is blood during that time. I wanted Matt's blood. I can't believe that I'll get to meet the asshole at the exact same time that Ari and I just mend things up. It was a very awkward situation, and I had to pretend that I really liked the thought of meeting him. But something about Matt strikes me as odd. And I will definitely get to the bottom of things. I went straight to my office, with Kyle following when we arrived at the warehouse. Since we left my mansion, he hasn't spoken a word. And, for the first time in a long time, I'm pleased that Kyle Conner decided to quit being such a jerk and chose to be silent. I went directly to the bar and prepared myself a glass of scotch. I'm enraged and irritated. In comparison to how I felt last night, I'm feeling a lot crazier right now. Kyle sat down on the couch and stared at me for the rest of the time. There are no words used. He's simply allowing me t
Our prisoner squinted his eyes as soon as Kyle and I entered the punishment cell. The mole was probably getting another series of punches from Briton who was standing in front of him. "Boss." Briton recognizes us and wipes his swollen knuckles. Our small mouse was forced to sit up by two of our other men. "Mole, I've been told you're asking for me. What do you want to do now?" While smirking, I inquired. The damage on his face is something I like. Nobody has ever trodden on me, and have walked to be a free man. "Please! Don't kill me, please. I've got information, v-vital information." He appeals. Despite his bloodied face, he is attempting to speak. "You're not supposed to make a demand in this situation. You abide by my rules. So let's find a common ground. I'll let you go if I like what I hear. You'll die if I don't." "Please, bo-boss, let me go." "What's the point of me doing that? We were betrayed by you. What you did was trick us into thinking you were one of us. This isn't
Over the next few days, I made sure that everything was progressing according to plan. In the course of multiple days, all of the major warehouses were completely renovated. Stricter security measures are in place for all members of the organization, as well as thorough background checks. I can't help it. I don't want to doubt any of my men, but I have to make sure that a mole does not infiltrate us once more. Kyle had also made the proper preparations for the fucking Matt to secure a job offer. I'm still waiting for Ariella to tell me the good news so we can determine if her boyfriend will accept it or if we need to raise the bar just to proceed with the plan. Fortunately for the spy we nabbed, he is still alive and breathing today. The bastard is doing okay after three gunshot wounds. It must have taken a lot of effort for him to be able to glimpse the glimmer of dawn. A lot of work had piled up with our legal businesses while I was focused on the broader issue at hand. Another th
Ari and I haven't seen each other since she came last time to see me at work. We've both been really busy. She's been working on the hotel expansion plans and probably spending more time with her boyfriend than I ever wanted. While I've been working on finding out more about Dimitri Wilson with Kyle and Brit. Later today, Kyle and I will meet with both of our fathers. We both agreed that now was the perfect time to inform them about Dimitri Wilson's re-emergence. We have been taking all the steps we could think of to learn more about the groups that have been causing me headaches for the past few weeks, but it all turned out to be futile. At this point, I'm becoming very upset that I'm being blinded by facts. We were in the warehouse getting ready for the parents' meeting when Briton entered the room. As soon as he walked in, he greeted, "Boss." "Any urgent news and reports, Briton?" As I beckoned him to come inside, I inquired. "All of the other warehouses have been renovated. To
My father and Kyle's father appear to be conversing in their own minds. It's as though their minds are intertwined in a never-ending loop of possibilities. "Hey, old man, we're still here and waiting for an explanation." By shooing his father's arm away, Kyle disrupted our fathers' stares. His father reacted to him and said, "Asshole! Better act your age, Kyle." He added, causing a laugh from Kyle and me despite the seriousness of the conversation we were having. "Whatever you say, dad. So, what are your thoughts on this?" Kyle inquired. Without saying anything, both of them continued to stare ahead. I shifted my position in my seat, apprehensive. Isn't that what I was expecting? This reaction from them? Is it really a significant issue? Were we put in jeopardy by Dimitri Wilson's abrupt reappearance? What is it that they want? I despise it when I'm so powerless and unaware of what's going on around me. As I lean back in my chair, I throw a glance at my father. I remarked, "Hey, d