Chapter 2

Danzel

I stared at the lady who was laying next to me. Her face was full of sweat and she seemed exhausted.

I smirked.

After all, I did worn her out. I f*cked her rough and exceptionally hard till she.

couldn't help but fall unconscious as soon as she came. I stared at her frowning slightly when I couldn't come up with a name. Shit, I don't even remember her name!! Not because I didn't ask her but my mind was busy imagining someone else. What would I do, the way my mind was fucked up by the black-headed girl?

Angelina...

Oh god!

The way her name falls on my lips makes me want to say it the entire day.

I still remember the day I saw her for the first time...

I had gone to take my money from the owner of a shop who had refused to give his loan to my men. He denied paying back even after two warnings, so there was only one method left, which was my favorite one!!

To kill him!

Yea, I loved to kill. I loved to see the fear in their eyes when I had their lives in my hands. It seemed to boast the pride in me. It made me feel happy, made me feel sickly satisfied.

Not wanting to waste any time further, I decided to end the owner's life. The man tried to play games and mess with me and my men, he doesn't get to live. I was going to kill him when nobody was around to avoid unnecessary havoc. I didn't want to let people know about our business or scare them.

I waited in the coffee shop next to the store for the customers to leave and empty it.

As soon as the last one had gone I stood up and made my way to the shop. Time to die big guy; you have lived a long life.

The store was empty when I walked in. I scanned the area to make sure there were zero witnesses. After making sure that my route was clean, I motioned my men to follow in and started walking. As I made my way towards his cabin, I heard some noise from the other side of the store. I stopped dead in my tracks and reached for my gun, holding it but not taking it out. I informed my men to stay silent and then made my way toward to source of the noise. The noise was coming from the changing room which was closed. I stared at the closed door for a moment and then pointed my gun towards the door ready and kicking it open.

As soon as the door opened, my breath hitched.

There stood a scared girl with beautiful long black hair shielding her face, pink lips, and a tiny body. By the look on her face, I knew she was scared and now relieved.