The next day...
The morning sun greeted him with their warm rays which were able to penetrate his eyelids.
He squinted with a yawn at first but soon adjusted to the light.
He attempted getting up, but felt something warm holding him firmly. He looked down to see Anaya still asleep, cuddling into his chest, having her arms wrapped tightly around his torso as though her life depended on it.
He smiled and gently took her arms off him before getting up. The only movement she made was to unconsciously grab the pillow close to her hand and use it as a replacement before resuming her serene stillness.
He found her cute in her raw beauty. No make up, no perfect hair or anything, just simple plain her in his t-shirt that seductively clung to her hips and revealed part of her flawless thighs and long legs.
She was truly a sight to behold. He was lucky to even have the chance to stay under the same roof with her, talk less of sleeping with her on the same bed.
'Enough of her though. He was going to be late to meet Andrew.
He quickly took a shower and got dressed. She was still asleep.
He removed a royal blue dress from his wardrobe, along with a pair of silver-coloured criss cross tie heels, and a card, then dropped it on one of the armchairs in the room with a note.
He knew she was going to go buy some clothes that day. His only concern was that she could buy another kind of pills and take them secretly again.
Those pills were affecting her more than she knew, yet she was too blinded by her addiction and whatever relief they gave her to even accept it and stop taking them.
Good thing he had spies all over the city. A few previous experiences have shown him that she wouldn't agree to go out with a bodyguard.
He quietly left the room and went downstairs towards the door
He scanned his finger on the scanner's control panel and disabled it before dashing out and driving off.
He sped down the road and out of the luxurious neighborhood. He was late to meet Andrew, but that was the least of his worries.
He had other things on his mind. Things like the strange event that happened last night.
What he had seen almost seemed like an illusion or a deception. He could have sworn that he had never seen anyone so terrified in his entire twenty-eight years of life, even through the numerous tortures he performed.
It was as though she became the living embodiment of fear.
He could still vividly picture her image; curled up on the floor, head hidden in her knees, shaking and shivering, whilst yelling at some unseen force to leave her alone.
When she looked up, his heart felt a sharp searing ache. Those soaked lashes, glistering puffy blue eyes, damped cheeks, and trembling lips were now engraved permanently in his memory.
What sparked even more curiosity in him was what she kept saying.
'Leave me alone!... They will still come back... They won't stop disturbing me... They still found a way to torture me... They won't allow me to live my life peacefully'
Just who was she talking about, and how powerful were they to make her so scared that she seemed like her ghost would leave her body at any moment?
For some reason, he didn't want to see her like that. He didn't want to see her afraid or in tears. Honestly, he preferred seeing the original Anaya- if that was even the original- the one who enjoyed playing hard to get, and defended herself.
At least he knew how he felt about that one.
As if on cue, an impulse was sent straight to his dick in reaction to his thoughts.
"Fuck!" he cursed aloud.
But this new side he saw... He didn't know what to do, or how to handle the situation. He wasn't used to do things like this.
But despite that, he wanted to help her so badly that he was willing to do anything if it meant that he wouldn't have to see another tear drop from her eyes.
He would have to find out what had happened to her first.
He discarded the thoughts as he parked in a lot a few blocks away from the abandoned warehouse Andrew had directed him to.
The men guarding the door greeted him, but he simply walked past them with cold eyes and a stony face until he reached a door in the middle.
He found Andrew pacing back and forth in front of the door. "You're finally here," he said with a half smile and approached him for a brotherly hug to which he accepted.
"Sorry. Had to deal with an issue" he explained briskly, "So, why did you ask me to meet you here?" he eyed the door,
"We managed to move the enemy's spy that we caught down here. We've been holding him captive here" he turned his head towards the door.
Tyler's eyes immediately turned as cold as ice. This man had helped whoever those people were to endanger the lives of his family. No miracle was going to save him now. Tyler had already decided that he was going to die a painful and torturous death.
"Shall we?" Andrew stretched his hands towards the door with a wicked smile and Tyler nodded.
They entered the room. The first thing Tyler's senses could pick up was the stench of rotten flesh. He didn't let that bother him though, he continued going deeper into the room until he saw an unconscious man tied to a chair with three men standing at the corners of the room.
He was gagged, blood streaming infinitely down his face and onto his neck, also dripping out of his nose and mouth, with a swollen black eye, a cauterized arm, a few missing toes with blood pouring out of it, and a bleeding torso.
The men at the corners greeted in unison.
"What's his name?" "Damien" one answered. He nodded and signalled for one of them to wake him up.
The biggest one delivered a strong kick to his chest, sending him and the chair flying across the room until he hit the wall.
"Pull him up!" Tyler ordered with an air of superiority.
The same guard yanked him up by the hair and put him in position.
The spy met Tyler's icy eyes and smirked. "Don't bother trying. I've been here for who knows how long, enduring all the shit your men have been doing to me, but I still didn't say a word" he was proud, too proud for his own good.
Once he had finished with him, he would be begging him to allow him say all that he knew.
Don chuckled darkly. "That is all about to change... I don't like wasting my time on unnecessary and incompetent people like you, so you'd do yourself good by answering my questions quickly and honestly" he warned.
Damien scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Or what? You're gonna put a fucking bullet in my head? Go on! I'm not scared of you. You're nothing but a cheap powerless asshole who parades himself about like he is the most powerful person on earth. I'd rather die in the horriblest way you can think of than to answer any fucking question" he spat without an iota of fear or remorse.
This unusual confidence of his sparked anger in Don. This fool was about to be tortured, but instead he decided to keep running his mouth.
His lips curved into a menancing smirk. He went towards a table some meters away from Damien which was filled with all kinds of tools and equipments for torture. "This guy has a sharp mouth for someone who is about to face a torment session performed by myself personally. Remind me to cut-off his tongue when I've gotten what I want from him"