The Mafia's Toxic Obsession

Valerie knelt in front of this man, she was scared. All she remembered was a knock at her door and she rushed to it, thinking it was her brother but was welcomed with some sort of masked men, pointing their guns at her and her junior sister, Emma, then the next thing was that they were being bundled and shoved into a van which brought them to this place. Valerie knew exactly what this place was, it was the famous BT cartel, the B standing for blood and the T standing for thirsty. She has only seen it on the news and internet, she knew it was ruled by a man named Martin Llyord, no one knows how the man looked but could the man on the throne-like chair in front of her be him? She peeped at him for the umpteenth time, he had this very dark aura around him which breathed fear. His eyes alone looked like it wanted to dry up not only the blood in her body but her entire soul and all these dark features just added to his unbelievable dangerous beauty. He looked like he just walked out of a

Valerie's heart skipped lots of beats. Was this finally it? Was she going to lose herself this way?Her knees were seriously wobbling. Fear was taking over all the systems in her body and she couldn't bring herself to do anything.The smoke kept coming out of Martin's beautiful lips in a perfect motion. He didn't repeat himself or look at her, his eyes were focused on the outside of the transparent glass of the window in front of him. No one knew exactly what he was looking at, it looked like he was looking nowhere and somewhere at the same time.He suddenly smatched his cigarettes on the arm of his chair and the almost silent sound from it made Valerie tremble."I didn't stutter when I told you to strip" his voice was calm.Valerie still couldn't bring herself to do it. She had it when she allowed that ugly looking woman to shave and clean her up and now she was going to stand naked in front of a man? "Please.." her voice was seriously trembling, she could already feel sweat leaking

Even the sound of a man being shaved can't compare to the quietness of the dark meeting room. The room contained a long table made out of fine wood and expensive. In front of the table was a president chair and four more chairs, two by the left and by the right. There were two lambs in the side of the room, making it a bit light for the people to at least interact with each other.Martin was seated as the leader, his legs crossed gracefully against each other. He was putting on a black suit with a white undershirt that was half buttoned exposing part of his perfect abs. His hair was styled almost as perfect and he was doing what he enjoys the most, smoking. Just his posture alone and how stoic his face looked would make any woman go on their knees and praise him for having this perfect male beauty.In the chair by his left, the underboss, also known as Haunter, was seated. He was dressed in an expensive suit, his tie was well fixed and his hairstyle was perfectly styled. He didn't hav

Valerie's hands were trembling as she stretched them to pick up the broken photo frame on the floor. It was made of glass so as it came in contact with the marble floor, it actually cracked into three lines. She looked at the photo, there was a man, woman and a small boy that looked familiar to Martin but Valerie didn't want to believe it because the boy looked genuinely happy there, he was smiling like he had received all the happiness in this world.If Martin was as happy as this when he was a kid then what could be the reason for him to be this way. If the devil was the actual name of a person then he should be called that, only devils do bad things without feeling remorseful.Valerie knew she was officially dead. Everyone says Martin has a short temper and she might have spoiled something so important to him that she couldn't help but tremble. What was she going to do now? She slowly dropped the picture back on the table and stepped back then picked up her duster and mopping buck

The room was quiet and still, the only sound that could be heard was the puffs coming from Martin's cigarette as he smoked it while sitting on the armchair as usual. His body was relaxed and still and his face was expressionless, his eyes were fixed on Valerie as if he was trying to read what was going on into her head this moment.Valerie stood in front of him, her hands clasped together in front of her, her eyes darting around the room as if she was trying to avoid looking directly at him. The air was thick with tension, and the only thing that seemed to break the silence was the occasional puff of smoke from Martin's cigarette. Valerie stood her ground, her gaze never wavering from his face and Martin seemed to be studying her, his eyes never leaving her face. He was waiting for her to say something but she was not ready to break the silence. He pulled down his cigarette and finally broke the silence, his voice was low and measured as he asked. "List your offenses"Offenses? So t