Leon
I walked back to my seat, studying Sheila and wondering if there was anything I was missing. Most of my guys didn't seem to like her that much. I'd even called Sean and asked why, informing him to say whatever he wanted without fear. His only response had been that she wasn't a nice person and he didn't think she was good enough for me. In his defense, it was something that had crossed my mind once or twice. It was why I wasn't yet ready to bring any kind of permanence to what we had. I shook my head slightly, clearing my thoughts. It was neither the time nor the place. I rounded my desk, lowering myself to my seat and Sheila to my lap. She crossed her arms around my neck and I didn't miss the small smirk she sent to Sean. I wondered, not for the first time, if there was something more to the not so subtle hate they displayed towards. I wasn't exactly sure why it didn't bother me that much. "I'm assuming you've got something to tell me?" I finally asked when it seemed he'd forgotten both where he was and why he'd come there. He cleared his throat, his eyes moving from me to Sheila and then back. "We've found her." He stated calmly, a hint of a smirk playing around the corner of his lips. Sean only tried to contain his smirk around me when he knew he had information that was going to make me extremely pleased. I felt a bit of genuine excitement bubbling beneath my veins. Strange. Even though he actually always gave pleasant news whenever I suspected it, I hadn't ever shared my excitement. Until now. "That's not even the best thing." He disclosed, his eyes darting to Sheila once again. I took the hint, asking Sheila to excuse us. She hesitated, obviously displeased that she couldn't hear more of our discussion. I could tell she'd already gotten her claws out after realizing we were talking about a female. Her possessiveness never ceased to amaze me. Despite not wanting to, she had no choice but to excuse us. I watched her leave, choosing to ignore the slight look of relief on Sean's face once she'd gone out the door. "So what's the best part then?" I asked lazily, acting like I wasn't at all interested in whatever he had to say. He had caught her. The one who had gotten away. Pictures of the different ways I could punish her before ending her life played at the back of my head. I never let any of my men live once they messed up. Which was why they never messed up. But I had. For the first time ever I'd let a witness to my execution escape the scene alive. I was definitely going to take the extra time in making sure that I erased her so completely that I would never remember that she had even watched me silently behind that door. Sean took a small brown envelope out of the inside of his leather jacket and slid it across the table until it was right in front of me. I let my gaze slide from the envelope to him and then back. I picked it up, opened it and took out the contents. The first file was a report on the little miss intruder, as I'd started referring to her in my head. I stared at the name. Tamara Miller. "Tamara Miller." I couldn't help but repeat out loud. It wasn't exactly a common name. I loved it. Loved its uniqueness and the mysterious aura that seemed to come with it. Loved the way it sounded when I said it. I pushed the file aside, staring at the picture of her Sean had managed to find. She'd been walking out of a tiny apartment, her neck turned as she stared backwards as if to make sure that no one was on her trail. I released a deep breath, taking my time to appreciate the picture. She was just as beautiful as she had been that night. Even more. Her brown hair was flying around her face and her green eyes seemed to be a mix of so many emotions. I paused, my eyebrows furrowing. There was something oddly familiar about those eyes. Slanting a gaze at Sean, I took a second look at her file, my eyes scanning the paper rapidly until I found the information I was looking for. Twin. She was a twin. I let myself smirk then, already knowing exactly whose twin she was. My eyes fell on the second picture and I felt a wave of annoyance as I stared into the face of the man who had had the guts to trick one of my guys and rob him of my two million dollars. Jasper. I didn't want to ask Sean how he'd gotten the information that they were related to each other. It didn't matter. What mattered now was how they were going to be punished. Because it was already set in stone that they weren't going to go free. I let my fingers trace the outline of Tamara's picture. She was truly a beautiful woman. Her name suited her. An exotic name for an exotic female. I stared at her lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss them. To have them wrap around me like Sheila's had been. I imagined what it would be like to have her legs spread apart, eating her out with her hands in my head as she moaned my name. I felt myself harden. Maybe I would play around with her for a little bit before I ended her life. Sheila would definitely be against it but I couldn't bring myself to care. "You've outdone yourself this time." I said to Sean, putting the files back into the brown envelope and staring at him. I clasped my hands together on the desk, sitting a little more uprightly. "Do you know where she lives?" I asked. "Of course." Sean answered, a small grin on his face. I had a wild guess that it was because he'd noted my reaction to Tamara's picture. The bastard was lucky he was literally like a brother to me. It was the reason I let him get away with a few things. I gave him a slight frown at his answer. I didn't expect him to know her location and still not deliver her to me yet. "What's holding you back then?" I asked calmly. "You." His voice had gotten a bit more serious, calm even, all traces of the previous excitement completely gone from his expression. He wanted me to make sure that I wasn't making a mistake by wanting to hold her captive or even wanting to end her life. Sean was the only one who knew me so well. He was also the only one who seemed to believe that I still had a bit of conscience left somewhere in me. I wasn't exactly sure why he believed that. He obviously knew what was coming for Tamara Miller the second I'd gotten a hold of her, hence his hesitation. I managed a small reassuring smile in his direction. One that didn't quite reach my eyes. I was smarter than that. I wasn't getting into any form of trouble anytime soon. Especially not one that I wouldn't be able to undo. "You have nothing to be worried about." I said to him, Aside from the fact that I was going to end the rebellious twins soon enough, but then he didn't need to know that. I pressed my lips together and said the words that I knew were going to spur him on to do what I wanted. "I need you to get me the girl."TamaraThe memory of Mike being shot appeared in my head again, but this time, the silhouette of Leon had her silhouette right next to him. And they kissed right after the shot was delivered. I shivered in fright, and my legs gave out. I sat on the bed, still feeling uneasy, although she had left a while ago. I hadn't been here for a full day and already had someone else who disliked me. I couldn't help but feel upset as I lay back tiredly on the soft mattress, trying to shake off the tension that lingered in the air. I closed my eyes, decided to rest for a while, and let it all process in.After a while, there was a knock at the door, and I opened my eyes to find a guy standing at the wide-open door. That's when I realized it had suddenly turned dark, and I had dozed off for at least 2 hours. I guess my brain needed to be shot down to process my life now. Sigh..... "You good?" the guy at the door called. I finally pulled my attention back to him. He was the same guy who drove me he
Leon"Kill him," I said coldly. I wasn't a fan of people who betray their boss for some cash; I prefer to end them. And with my order, Sean moved forth and went after the traitor.I continued sipping my drink, loving the burn in my throat, when I noticed a few men by the corner. I scrutinized them more and saw a familiar face: Drexel Hemstitch—my main rival. I smirked devilishly as I sipped more of my whiskey. I am more than sure that he had sent that fool to kill me, and he had only come here today to confirm my state. Of course, I knew he'd be here; that's why I made sure to arrive and make much use of my arm that had been shot. Just then, Sean came back to my side. "Leon," Sean called. I looked towards him, and he leaned down and whispered. "There are some things you still need to take care of at home." He informed me. Naturally, I'd think his mind would be in place, and he was talking about the bumpkin who shot me. But a part of me also knew that he was referring to Tamara."We
TamaraI felt my heart rate speed up at his closeness. So this is what my life has come to now, first being sold off to a murderer, and now I'd have to be forced into being his sex slave. No, I can't do this; I have to escape somehow."Sir, we can't." I began walking backwards as he kept coming closer and closer to me. Suddenly, my back hit a cold, hard wall, and I shut my eyes and was on the verge of crying. I suddenly felt his cold fingers below my chin. I slowly opened my eyes, and he lifted my face to look up at him. I looked deep into those blue orbs and suddenly felt hypnotized.I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think either. His eyes held me still, and I couldn't pull away. We kept staring at each other as though speaking telepathically; I stood there feeling stunned. My limbs had lost their senses, and I could only wonder why his eyes had to look this cold. Beautiful. So beautiful that I... I could just..."Are you done now?" His cold voice suddenly rang out, an
TamaraAll day, I've been trying to move on while acting like all that happened last night was all a crazy nightmare. From Mike being killed in front of my very eyes to the chase between me and Mike's murderer and then to the even worse event of the night. The fact that my stupid so-called brother had gotten mixed up with a Mafia gang and now owes them two freaking million dollars.I already had a lot going on and stressing me out, and then he had to add up another burden on me. How am I supposed to generate even 1 million dollars? I don't even have a job now that my boss has been murdered, and I do not wish to borrow a loan to repay a loan.God, this is hard for me, and I need help. It also didn't help that all day, I felt like someone was following me. I had spoken to Jasper about this, and in his words, he insisted it might've just been some crazy stalker who was dumb enough to have feelings for me.I did not tell Jasper about how Mike died or that I was still in the cafe when he d
Leon I walked back to my seat, studying Sheila and wondering if there was anything I was missing. Most of my guys didn't seem to like her that much. I'd even called Sean and asked why, informing him to say whatever he wanted without fear. His only response had been that she wasn't a nice person and he didn't think she was good enough for me.In his defense, it was something that had crossed my mind once or twice. It was why I wasn't yet ready to bring any kind of permanence to what we had. I shook my head slightly, clearing my thoughts. It was neither the time nor the place. I rounded my desk, lowering myself to my seat and Sheila to my lap. She crossed her arms around my neck and I didn't miss the small smirk she sent to Sean. I wondered, not for the first time, if there was something more to the not so subtle hate they displayed towards.I wasn't exactly sure why it didn't bother me that much."I'm assuming you've got something to tell me?" I finally asked when it seemed he'd forgo
LeonThere were times when life seemed almost boring. Almost. Those were the times that I would consider doing a few things to get myself in trouble just for the fun of it. I'd long realized that cops were the funniest people on earth. Always thinking that they were so smart. Then there were other times when life seemed to be so interesting. Of course those were the times when I had scores to settle. Like now for example. There was someone I was going to end very soon if he didn't return the 2 million dollars he'd stolen from me.I'd just settled a score with some bastard who had thought he could double cross me. I felt my irritation resurfacing as the events of that night played out. I'd been so annoyed by the asshole that I hadn't noticed the brunette standing right outside the door until it had been too late. But she'd definitely noticed me. My hands instinctively fisted on the desk in front of me. I'd made the mistake of leaving my face open while talking to Mike and that mistake