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Chapter Three

Henry’s pov

I stood outside my balcony with my hands stashed inside my pocket as I watched the girl with curly brunette hair walk into the house with James.

I couldn’t place my finger on the reason why I’d agreed to let her come in the first place.

For someone who always kept to himself, this was an irrational move, and I could only hope it didn’t bare dangerous consequences.

A phone call brought me back from my thoughts, and I pulled the device out of my pocket.

“Yes?” I asked into the receiver.

“Boss. We found him.”

A slow smile formed on my lips at those words, and I cracked my neck before walking out of the house.

I tossed my key to my driver, and slid into the back seat, and in less than fifteen minutes, we were pulling into the parking lot of one of my abandoned warehouses.

“Boss!” My right hand man and best friend, Tristan, greeted from the door.

“Where’s the fucker?” I growled as we strod into the building.

“Right here,” Tristan pointed to a man tied to a chair in the middle of the room.

A sinister smile played on my lips, and I slowed down, inching towards him like a predator would a prey.

I got to him, and his face was covered in blood, just how I like it.

His eyes widened in fear when he saw me, his eyes darting to Tristan and back to me. He knew he was in grave danger. Good.

I dragged a chair on the side and placed it in front of him, sitting with ankle crossed over my other knee.

“Hello, Romano. It looks like my boys didn’t give you a warm welcome,” I kissed my teeth.

“Boss…..please boss…..”

I shook my head and chuckled. “Isn’t it too early for that? I’m just here to talk.”

My words made his face grow even more pale. He knew me, but I guess he didn’t know me well enough, because if he did, he wouldn’t have pulled the stunt he did.

“Now, Romano,” I dragged my finger along his chin. “I’ll just ask you one question. If you get it correctly, you die quickly. If you get it wrongly, you die a slow and painful death. So which one do you choose?”

His eyes widened with raw fear, and I chuckled darkly.

“Good to see we’re on the same page,” I slapped his cheek and leisurely wiped his blood off my fingers with my handkerchief.

Romano swallowed hard, his eyes pleading for mercy. “Please, boss…”

“Now, I’m not even bothered about you snitching about our shipment to Del Rock, because as you know, we’ll always be five steps ahead of them,” I stared slowly. “I’m more concerned about my money.”

That’s right. I had been able to avert the sabotage of my shipment from my rival because I got an intel that there was a snitch among my men, but I was yet to recover the money he stole.

“So tell me,” I cocked my head to the side. “Where is my money?”

“Boss, I swear, I never intended for it to happen….”

“Wrong answer,” I said, my voice dripping with dangerous intent. “You have one last chance. Where is my money?”

The acrid smell of waste filled my nostrils, and when I looked Romano’s shaking frame, I saw the black patch in his pants. He peed his pants.

Laughable.

I raised an eyebrow, waiting for his response, and he knew better than to keep my waiting.

“I used it to…..”

He had barely finished his statement when Tristan shot him right in the middle of his eyes.

“Aww, man, why did you do that? Weren’t you curious to know how he spent ten million dollars? Now we’ll never find out,” I sighed, and stood up. “Clean this mess,” I commanded the other men, all humor gone from my voice.

As I walked back to the car, I wiped the rest of the blood that had splattered on my cheek.

My life was a canvas of darkness, painted with the vibrant colors of ruthlessness and danger. I reveled in the fear and hatred that surrounded me, for it was a reminder that I was alive. The only reminder that I was alive.

I was ruthless, evil, dangerous and everything bad, and I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Life was peaceful here with zero expectations from anyone– not like I had anyone who would care anyway.

The one person who did, took to the heels when I became this monster.

I did whatever I wanted, however I wanted. Everyone either hated or feared me. Or both.

But it wasn’t always that way. I wasn’t always that way.  Not all monsters were born with horns. Heck, even the devil was once an angel.

But this was me now, and there was no turning back.

“Where to, boss?” My driver asked, casting me a glance through the rearview mirror.

“Back to the villa,” I replied, my voice devoid of emotions.

It had been a long day, and I needed to unwind, and what better way to unwind than to be buried balls deep in a warm, soaking cunt?

My phone buzzed with a response to my earlier message, and a ghost of a smile played on my lips as I read it.

We parked, and I got out of the car and into house.

My long strides ate the distance between the front door and the staircase, and ignoring the greeting from my employees, I strolled upstairs.

As I got to the top of the stairs, something caught my eye, and I stopped in my tracks, and for the first time in my thirty six years on earth, my breath caught in my throat at the sight of a woman, and I felt a stirring within me.

She stood there, wild brunette hair cascading down her back like a waterfall. Full pink lips in a pout. Wide green eyes, that looked exactly like her mother’s, staring at me with surprise.

Involuntarily, my eyes travelled down to her body, taking in the curves that seemed to defy gravity, and my eyes darkened to see her voluminous breasts and full hips. She was shorter than most, but her hour glass figure made up for it, and fuck, if my cock didn’t twitch at the sight of her.

“Hi?” She asked, unsure of herself, her voice like butter, smooth and rich.

I snapped me out of my daze instantly, and scowled and walked past her. I couldn’t afford to be distracted. Not now. Not ever. And especially not with her!

I could feel her eyes on me, and I wanted to turn. Every part of my body begged me to turn and have one more look at the walking perfection, but I knew that would be a decision just as bad as letting her stay here in the first place.

“What the fuck?” I growled, infuriated by my own lack of control once I was in my room.

What was I thinking ogling my niece like that?

“Step,” my subconscious reminded me, and I hadn’t realized it then, but that was the moment I lost

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