No human stays alive after they have made my uncle angry. But no one aims a gun at me in this range and lives to see another day. A gun at me…
I watch my uncle and laugh at him. My uncle angrily walks in quick steps and takes away the gun from the man holding it at me into his hands. He then speaks to me, watching me in the eyes with an intense, defensive look.
“I am so sorry Bullet.”
Without blurting an eye or turning around, he raises the gun in his hand abruptly. BOOM ...
Shoots his goon, who was holding the gun at me in the head. The man drops dead, blood spattering all over, and neither of us turns a head at the dead guy as we keep up with a staring contest.
I knew this was coming.
There was no day I was here. And I didn't witness him kill anyone.
My uncle shouts out aloud to all his goons surrounding us. “HEY, YOU ALL NEVER POINT A GUN AT MY NEPHEW UNLESS I ASK YOU. I WILL KILL YOU IF YOU DO.”
Then a faint sinister smile crosses his face before he continues walking into his office.
That smile... That smile on his face makes my intestines boil in my stomach.
I don't like it.
It is a smile he has on when he has all the cards. It's a smile he makes when he has you by the ball.
My uncle gestures for me to enter first before he walks in after me into his office and he follows close behind me. Something feels off as I turn around to see him studying me.
And abruptly, unexpectedly out of nowhere, my nostrils flare after the scent of KEIRAH....hits me. She is the woman he sent to me as bait yesterday and unfortunately for me for the first time, I fell for his bait. This woman almost made me forsake everything and go to battle over her with my uncle.
She is the first-ever living human that almost broke the peace between us. My body calms down after her scent hits my nostrils more like it did yesterday. My mind registers that Keirah... the woman with an extraordinary scent that I thought was dead is still alive.
The strongest hold she has on me is how good she smells. It is disturbing me. She hypnotizes me every time I am close to her. I cannot see her. But weirdly enough, I am sure she is here.
That calming sweet scent I can differentiate anywhere, even if it is mixed with the strongest scent to exist the odor of death.
I feel emotions crowding me. Something I am not accustomed to. Weird emotions I cannot understand. I have extraordinary feelings for a woman I just met yesterday. I thought it was an attraction for yesterday only. But no.
My body and mind are crowded with feelings for her. Walking into my uncle's office and what I am feeling right now scares the hell out of me and confirms my worst fears.
She is now my new biggest weakness.
And by that, she is my uncle's winning card. She is the person that is going to be a way to my downfall.
Yesterday I almost died out of pain by thinking of the thousand ways he would have killed her. I have experienced miserable times in my life. The last twenty-four hours almost topped the list.
Twelve hours have passed by with me living in hell, mourning her death. I thought he would have killed her by now.
Thinking today it will all be over and I can go back to being me again. But no...Whatever this is has just begun all over again. Until yesterday, I had no more personal weaknesses. It was just my close family James and Zia. To whom my uncle has used to threaten me.
But with Keirah in the picture. And how I felt yesterday and how I am feeling now. My mind is just registering how much my uncle can use her to complicate so many things in my plan.
Keirah is still alive. He kept her alive. That is so new to me. By my uncle's law book. She shouldn't be alive by now. Women to my uncle are important enough for a certain task. Once the task is done, he takes it upon himself to kill them.
There is no woman I know of that my uncle has wanted to keep. But Keirah is still alive and she is in here. My uncle let a woman live in his warehouse for twelve hours.
That never happens.
“Keirah…” I find myself speaking her name without thinking. “Do you have her in here?” I question my uncle.
My uncle doesn't answer me as he continues to study me with a face that says he has gotten the answer he was looking for. Yes, he has me now. By the balls.
When I cross-examine my situation through the eyes of my uncle, I see it. My uncle is at it again. That sinister smile is plastered on his face. He planned all this.
Which means he knew all this would happen. How did he know that she would have me falling for her within ten minutes of our first meeting? That does not register in my mind as something someone plans for.
What is happening right now that I am not aware of? She is not the first woman he sent to me as bait. He has been doing this for the last five years.
He has sent so many women to me, but it was never like this. First of all, I never fell for them. Because I don't do women.
However beautiful and fascinating they are. It never works for me. They nauseate me. Everything about sending her troubles me. For the first time, I fell for a woman.
I fell for Keirah.
And what scares me to think about is that with Keirah, for the first time, he came personally to retrieve her as if aware she was a sure deal.
To tell me to my face that for the first time, I had fallen into his trap. As I sit down opposite him, there is cigar smoke already covering his face and as much of the office. I notice the smell is a mix of the expensive finest whiskey, which he holds in one hand, and an expensive cigar in his mouth.
When the familiar scent hits my nose, it registers that my uncle is in a celebration mood. He has that scent around every time he wins with his addiction to gambling or the lottery.
I watch him closely as he twirls his cigar between his fingers and down to the plate, and my worries rise. My evil, conniving uncle watches me with fascination in his eyes before he speaks.“Yes, she is in the next room. I have something I want you to pull out of her. She is restraining to cooperate.”
What is he talking about? What the fuck is going on? So many questions ring a bell in my head and I don't have answers.
The look in his eyes and the sound of his voice as he speaks, tells me. She has something very valuable to him.
And It has something to do with me. Something he would bet his life and our family legacy on. What is it? What has kept Keirah alive until now?
“What is it you want and why would you expect her to tell me anything?” “Well. You two wooed us with your dance yesterday.” I sigh in frustration, his answer is adding more questions to my head. If he sent her to me and she is one of his women. Why is she not giving in to what he wants me to help him with? Is there a possibility that he did not send her and she doesn't work for him? “Before that dance, I hadn't met her anywhere all my life. Is it because she accepted a dance with only me on the dance floor yesterday? That you think she will open to me on whatever it is you want from her?” My uncle smiles with a flatter. His smile is the one he wore yesterday. That is bringing back a memory of yesterday that irritates me. The smile is making me feel a purge of jealousy building in me nonstop. And I curse him so much in my head. Fuck him. Fuck the bastard… At the same time, I am reminded of yesterday's pain that I can't describe cutting through me. I am reminded of a memory of me st
I need to act now. But...But something is not adding up. I try to calm myself down before trying to speak in the most convincing tone to dig more into this. “And how do you expect me to make her give them up, Zio?” We both know I am very good at killing people who want me dead. I have never had time for a cheap chat or time to make small talk. This is his area of expertise. And I know he has the best men in here for that job. How is it that he needs me on this? He smiles before standing up from the table. “Well, let's see about that....” he stops speaking and continues smiling broadly again. Fuckin bastard…What is it that he knows that I don't know? Does he have more cards on his sleeve? He takes a seat back in his chair and lights his cigar again. As if speaking to himself, he continues to speak.“ Here is the deal. Here is why I called you to come in here. If you succeed in getting me the codes, I will fulfill your mother's wish for you. I will help you get out of all this unscrat
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She was crazy. She couldn't find anything meaningful more than coming to him with one crazy hell of a story. Werewolf?! He thought to himself. He removed his hands from hers. Luckily, the elevator had opened, and he did not have to deal with this woman anymore. He motioned with his finger for her to walk out of the elevator before turning her back and threatening her. He was still scared of her, but he needed to make sure he spoke to her through her craziness so that she didn't think of ever coming back into his presence. “Do not follow me. I will shoot you if you do. I do not see a bulletproof on you, which means you will die if I shoot you. “I have made it my habit to not kill innocent people, women, and children, but if you cause any threat to my life, just like what you just did in this elevator, you won't live to see another day. Now go and never return here again.” He couldn't spare time for that kind of bullshit she was spitting. “You have approximately sixty days until th
Luciano sat at the bar, speaking his mind to himself. “What am I doing at the bar if I can't drink?” He shook his head. Because at the moment the debate going on in his head was driving him crazy. I need this. I need a bit of fresh breath. The bartender poured a glass and extended it to him. A temptation. “I SAID NO ALCOHOL TODAY,” Luciano shouted at the bartender. He had been telling the bartender to stop bringing him alcohol nonstop. Trying hard to keep his focus on his plan. The authority in his voice made the bartender tremble as he murmured again. “I am so sorry, boss.” The bartender in shock was mostly wondering how he got Luciano to talk back at him once again on the same day. The bartender was one among the people who wondered and were disturbed by Luciano's behavior. They had so many unanswered questions about a lot of the things Luciano did. For example, how the woman Luciano walked to the bedroom with from the bar understood what he wanted. Because the woman would spea
Keirah was dancing beautifully, mesmerizing everyone. Lost in music with no awareness of her surroundings and the danger awaiting her. She was unbelievably beautiful. Her pictures in the Free book did not do her justice. She wore a cropped T-shirt and torn jeans. And she had positioned a beautiful ring perfectly on her belly button, which was on her tiny, fast-moving waist. The waist she moved seductively. Her eyes closed; She must be a runway model. Luciano thought to himself. Her body and facial features were intense and insanely feminine. Then she opened her eyes, scanning the crowd until their eyes met. “She is beautiful.” Words came out of Luciano's mouth without his knowledge. Almond-shaped eyes, sculptured eyebrows, sculpted high cheekbones, her lips already a focal point on her face for him. The lips that would call for a kiss every time. And then there was a look in her eyes he couldn't understand. She had a mix of scare and desire all at once and all over her face. Is i