Ive pov
Rapists. Never liked them. They were monsters. It's terrible. I had to save her at least.
My hand clutched onto the fabric as the most painful memories clouded my mind. I closed my eyes, counting to ten to steady the whirlwind of emotions inside of myself. Something I would always do which worked at times. I needed control of myself. I like to be organized and planned. I can't let my anger and emotions control me.
"An...anse-" a soft whisper opened my eyes.
I looked at her fingers intertwined with mine very slowly. My heart was imploding, beating so fast. She had opened her eyes, fluttering her eyelashes. Once. Twice. The desire to kill her itched my skin as she looked at me with those blue eyes. Her eyebrows furrowed, she breathed heavily. In a second, she lost consciousness. I felt all the oxygen drained out of my lungs till I jerked off her hand and called out Ortega. Such dramatic breathing she had.
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Sometimes, she called out Ben or sometimes Anse. It happened since she was unconscious. She can't zip her mouth. Her subconscious mind, maybe she was missing those important persons.
"When will she wake up?"
"Maybe in a few hours, her wounds will heal well."
With that, he went out.
I arched my left eyebrow.
Interesting. I had thought she would not make it till the morning and here she lasted more than 2 days. I was desperate to find her weaknesses since I couldn't kill her. Looks like she has more than just her little brother.
Oh, the world can surely be so nasty with such a poor woman.
I smirked, proud of myself as I held her dead phone and wallet in my hand.
I had already done her complete background check before I got her here from that Old Bridge way road. Her brother Benjamin. That bastard. Her parents died in an accident years back. Old lame sad story. Miss cop was sharing an apartment with a friend, Anse Garfield. Roommate turned boyfriend or boyfriend turned roommate.
Minutes begin to pass by as I looked at her. Her eyes were closed and she looked very serene. Her black eyelashes brushed delicately along her cheekbones. Her lips parted delicately looking so soft like two pink flower petals though they seemed to have been drained some of their pink color.
The blaring of my phone sliced through my thoughts. I already knew who was calling me. I didn't need to look at the flashing screen. He dares to disturb me. My thumb pressed down the green 'accept'.
"I was in the middle of something important"
"Ive...Dion got killed-"
"Such an important task"
I was irritated but my voice was still pleasant and honeyed.
"And you give it to a newbie to fuck up?"
As my voice transformed into an enraged growl, I could feel his breathing tensed up through the phone.
"He got his right man, Jen"
I let out a frustrated growl before sending her one last glance.
A weak woman was lying on my bed. It has been almost 60 hours since she passed out. She looked disgusting. Well, I didn't change her clothes, so she was still in those blood stained dirty ones though her revealing skin was cleaned. I didn't care but I cared about the fact that she was lying on my clean bed sheet and I would need to throw it away. I bought it last month. What a waste!
"I'm coming"
There was a soft click and the line was dead.
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I wind the window down, a blast of cold air hit my face as I traveled deeper into the city leaving the outskirts behind. Sweet night air seemed to free my mind for a second. The night enhanced my dark soul. I focused upon the pressure of the steering wheel beneath my fingertips as I bounded through industrial streets. I headed to Ludwig route, a hazardous route of blind bends, twists and turns. I looped around and around driving fast.
I pulled over to the shadow that cringed from the sharp scrutiny of the street light as I spotted my men. I cocked my gun. I noticed the small initial 'I' below my knuckles.
I still miss you so much. Please hang on and breathe for me.
And just like that, the pain of losing her came back. My hands gripped the steering wheel so my knuckles turned pale. A soft breeze floated through the window in my hair. I shut my eyes and breathed in and out. I felt myself calmed for a bit. Time for some action.
I wore my mask.
"Noah"I called out to one of them.
"Ive, he refuses to comply with us" Noah spoke with a flat tone.
Noah cleaned the blade of his knife with a small cloth. The silver blade reflected in the dark.
"You could have used a blowtorch instead"I shrugged carelessly.
"Tell the boys I need Gasper out of jail once we are done with this"
I spoke as we advanced.
Time for him to get out of jail. He has been rotting for a long time inside and yet he didn't confess to the cops about the whereabouts of his drug manufacturing center. Stubborn bastard. He liked being tortured. I'll torture him in every way I can. Nevermind, my sources never failed me for long. Better late than never.
I found his right hand.
I want him to see with his own fucking eyes how his drugs, his money was burnt to ashes though it would be such a waste of money and not so eco-friendly.
They may cost at least a million of dollars. I can upgrade my training ground. Nevermind. I'm so conflicted. Would his anger and loss worth the money from the drugs? They are so expensive nowadays. Importing and exporting them which went to being tagged as smugglers while the drug addicts decrease in number, often dying of overdose or whatever reasons. We have to trap new addicts. I pressed my lips. So complicated. I breathed in. Breathed out. Breathed in. And out.
I smiled. Yes. Burning them is the right choice. I don't have a dearth of money besides.
"Burn the drugs and keep the weapons"
Max nodded.
Weapons are love. They keep me going and care so much for my safety. I can't compromise with them. Not at all.
"And make sure the fact that we gonna mess up with his stocks reaches his ears"
A muscular guy sat on the ground, with chains around his wrists and ankles. He could barely hold his head up. Dull eyes framed by thin lashes with cuts and bruises covered his body. Almost a crimson stained corpse.
"Hello there"I crouched down.
Basic manners first.
"Fuck, just kill me", he groaned.
I could sense the exhaustion in his voice.
Noah grabbed his head and made him look at me. He seemed like a pretty young guy. His eyes struggled to stay open. I stared at him. I was being nice to him provided that we were nearly of the same age though he didn't deserve it. I was just easing with the overpopulation problem on earth.
"You can't escape me. I'm the lone wolf. You're in my world"I put my hand on the back of my neck.
"I-I-"
He was stuttering and wet his pants. I cleared my throat and stood up.
"Where is Gasper hiding his weapons?"I snarled angrily.
"Kill me,"he replied breathlessly.
He was loyal. He wouldn't open his mouth. Torturing him would be of no use but I've got time to watch the life drained from Gasper's man. I've killed numerous people so it doesn't have any effect on me anymore. This one would be among those damn pretty sights. Maybe I won't kill him.
"Sure!"
"Untie him"I ordered Blake and Noah.
I would love his struggles.
I stood up and aimed my gun at his knees.
I would burst all his joints and then kill him.
Too lame Ive.
Melt his skin and bones with a blow torch. Bloodcurdling cry.
Just did that last week.
The clicking sound the bones make when they are pulled from their sockets would be better. It doesn't get any older.
Fascinating!
I smiled at the thought. Miss Donovan, you're missing too much.
"That'll do"I hummed.
Gasper was one of my enemies. Why wouldn't he? Who wouldn't want to become the lone wolf!
I was the crime lord, one among the leaders and gangsters. I was powerful. There was no dearth of money and weapons. I knew how to control and lead the organization all by myself. My young shoulders could bear the burden of this life. I have the looks, the power, the position. I am not called the 'the lone wolf' for no reason. I need to maintain discipline and stand up to my name. Someone has been causing too much trouble lately. He wanted to surpass me and turn against me. Miss Cop. I'll be back home to keep you company, darl. I hope you'll regain consciousness by then.
"Max, check his heartbeat and vitals. He shouldn't die while I'm torturing him. We've got to take him as a hostage as well"I smiled.
"No please. Not again"Jen cried out.
I turned to spare him a glance.
"It's bad manners to interrupt elders while they're in the middle of a serious discussion kiddo"I sighed.
Gasper really didn't teach him better.
"Be ready to piss in your pants again"I said in a honeyed and gentle voice.
I chuckled darkly.