Two days later a tall muscular man wearing a well-tailored all-black suit walked out of a hotel and entered his Lincoln Navigator, his chauffeur closed his door and he tilted his head back and closed his eyes.
This man was Dean Davis, CEO of Davis conglomerate. He was the notorious CEO who rose to fame being the youngest and most cutthroat in business. He earned this name as a young man reading stocks earning his money from there he built his business empire.
His head ached, so to take away his burdens he thought of her. His angel, April.
She was so pure and sweet, she was his sunshine, the rain and all that was good on this earth.
After a while, the car stopped and he got out, his long sculpted legs strode to his private lift. He entered and hit the top floor button.
The lift doors opened and his secretary, Oliver Smyth greeted him, following him into his office. He took off his suit jacket and rolled up his black shirt sleeves, revealing a tattooed sleeve inked on his forearm. The black ink stood out against his swarthy skin.
Cough Cough
His secretary was hesitant to speak for the news he was about to break would only infuriate his boss.
Dean was signing a document and raised his black obsidian eyes they were a bottomless pool of darkness.
"What?"
"It's April Jones sir... she... she died in a fire two days ago."
There was a deathly silence in the room, then he stood up and stared out of the ceiling to floor window. He could see the whole city from where he stood, but the world seemed to now lose its light. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened and his brows furrowed. He felt the pain of loss for the first time since he was seven when he lost both his parents in a car accident.
After a while Dean slicked back his hair, he was still furious and felt the need to vent his anger. He went to his desk and sat down again, not looking up at his trembling secretary and long time friend.
"Find out everything."
He never investigated her thoroughly before as he respected her privacy and if their paths did ever cross again he wanted her to open up to him herself. But now he wanted to know everything.
Dean grabbed his whiskey and filled his tumbler, he swirled the amber liquid and drank it in one go. He remembered the first time he met his April.
**Flashback**
It all happened two years ago on a wet and stormy night. He had been out finalising a business contract and after the deal was settled he didn't take his chauffeured car instead he opted to walk. It was only two streets to his penthouse apartment.
The brisk night air was sharp against his chilled face and the night held a chill in the air. He had only seen his chauffeur drive off and had only walked for about a minute when he was suddenly attacked from behind.
There were six men in total, all armed with guns but that didn't faze Dean. He grew up on the streets, he knew how to fight and how to defend himself. He followed them into the alleyway willing to take on the easy challenge, he made short work of the men taking them down swiftly in one hit. He didn't kill unless necessary so he knocked them unconscious leaving them in the alley.
Dean pulled out a handkerchief and cleaned his hands, discarding the handkerchief on the cold, wet ground. He turned to walk out of the alley as he fixed his coat.
He then felt a stabbing pain in his arm, a thug that was on the floor had jumped up and stabbed him when his back was turned. Dean quickly incapacitated him, he twisted his neck snapping it in one fluid motion.
The thug fell to the ground and the other five men looked on in horror. Dean's eyes seem to glow with intensity and he smirked at them menacingly. He had no trouble killing those who would harm him and there were many out there that would. He had made a name for himself since he was young but people always seemed to try their luck.
They made their way out of the alley using a different route. But that was okay he would send his elite guards after them, he hit a button on his watch alerting his team.
The thugs ran without looking back they would refuse a job like this if they ever heard the name Dean Davis again.
Dean leaned against the cold brick wall of the alley, he could feel the trickle of blood flow from his arm and the smell of iron in the air. He wondered what gave the men their confidence to attack him. He stood straight and then slightly swayed.
Shit, He cursed.
The knife he was stabbed with must have been drugged, he felt dizzy. The effects were quick he knew it was probably a knockout drug of some kind. He looked up and saw what he could only describe as an angel.
A young girl filled his vision walking towards him. She had long flowing jet black hair and a white dress that flowed to her knees. Her pale jade-like skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. He blinked again and she still walked towards him. He didn't know why he was then drawn to her. He walked up to her and grabbed her hand. Her hand was so small and delicate in his large palm.
"Help me." His world went dark as he blacked out.
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When he woke up he looked around, scanning his surroundings. He lay in a small bedroom on a queen-sized bed. The sheets were a burgundy colour and everywhere was strange to him. His top half was naked and his wound on his arm was dressed in a bandage. He felt hot and sweaty all over. Then he heard a noise from the door on his left.
Click.
In walked the girl from earlier, she had a wet cloth in one hand and his black shirt in the other. She smiled at him, all he could do was stare at her beauty.
"I'm April, I just wanted to give you back your shirt and wipe the sweat on your body." She looked at him nervously with a slight blush in her cheeks. "I'd offer you my shower but you can't get your wound wet. I'll leave this stuff here for you. Your phone is over here, I charged it for you."
She set down the wet cloth and lay his shirt on a nearby chair, she then took his phone from her pocket and placed it on the bedside table.
He had never met someone so pure, he lacked the words to thank her.
"You can stay till morning if you like. I'll sleep on the sofa." She turned to leave then stopped and turned her head. "I think you have a fever I gave you some medicine earlier. In three hours you can take another two tablets on the table."
She gave him another heart-stealing smile before leaving the room. Dean tried to sit up but the fever and lack of blood made him weak. He lay there staring at the ceiling before slowly falling asleep.
A few hours later he woke as his fever had subsided. He saw the medicine and a bottle of water on the nightstand, he took the medicine swallowing it down with the water. Feeling better he sat up. He grabbed his phone and turned it on. The light lit up the small dark room.
Battery fully charged.
His lips slightly curved in a rare smile at her thoughtfulness. He put his legs on the ground and found the black shirt she had laid out for him. It was his from earlier but it had been washed, dried and ironed. It smelt of coconut just like her bed linen.
Dean put on his shirt minding his bandage and walked to her bedroom window. Lifting his phone to his ear as he fixed his shirt buttons he called his secretary.
"Pick me up, I'll send you my address now."
Dean hung up and sent his location ping to his secretary. He sat back down and put on his shoes and then went to the living room.
He saw her first, his eyes seemed to find her wherever she went. She was curled up on the sofa with a thin blanket wrapped around herself. He frowned and picked her up gently and carried her back to her bed and tucked her in. He had never been gentle with anyone. He brushed her hair out of her face and stood up. He stood there in the darkness staring at her for a while until he heard his phone.
Buzz
The incoming message let him know his secretary had arrived.
"Thanks for the rescue, angel."
He stooped down and kissed her forehead surprising himself, he shook his head and left the room, walking out her door without looking back.
**End of Flashback**
He woke back up from his memories. His head was clouded with a mixture of pain and anger. He filled up his tumbler and took another shot. He pinched his glabella feeling yet another headache coming on.
Click
The door opened and his secretary and friend brought in a thick file. He placed it on Deans desk.
"I'm sorry sir."
Dean furrowed his brows at Oliver reaching for the file and opening it. There was a small picture attached. He ran his thumb over April's pretty face and then picked it up and leaned it against his open laptop.
He started to read and as he read about his angel's life, his anger built up and grew in his heart until it came out as hot as any dragon has ever flamed. The rage in his eyes could burn those around him into ash.
"Let's go, I will visit her so call family now."
Dean stood from his desk, putting Aprils picture into his breast pocket.
His secretary and friend Oliver grabbed his car keys and followed Dean down in the lift. Dean was acting very weird ever since the night he met April. If she hadn't died, Oliver was sure that she would have been his lady boss.
His boss was only ever interested in building his empire so when he mentioned a girl for the first time Oliver paid close attention. He was sure that after reading about her miserable life and horrifying death the people involved end would come slowly and brutally.
They both got out of the lift and got into the black Lincoln Navigator. Once seated inside Dean leaned his head back, thinking of April.
Oliver started the car's engine.
A flash of light and small flickers of amber flame appeared from between the winding metal. The black Lincoln Navigator continued to scorch for a while sending emblems of thick black smoke up into the night. The metal of the car groaned like the final cry of some wounded beast.
After that all was silent.