Angelo;
Klaus was my bastard brother. Step fucking brother to be exact. The last time we met was something I hated to recall, as he had done some pretty little damage. And his calling now was hella suspicious.
I narrowed my eyes as I heard him speak, “What can I say, brother? It has been a while and I am quite impressed with how your life has turned out. Also, I heard you were on the lookout for me?”
I could tell the motherfucker was smirking, “You know what, Klaus? I think you should remain in whatever hell hole you are currently in. Because I would not be so lenient when I set my eyes on you.”
He laughed, “I can not wait for that, Angelo. Remember, an eye for an eye.”
Klaus and I had a rough childhood. Or should I say, I had a rough childhood… a completely ruined one at that. And it was all because of his existence.
Rolling my eyes at his words, I scoffed, “Everything I did, was just the fucking tip of the iceberg, Klaus. I would advise you to tread lightly and keep your fucking face out of my sight, to avoid war.”
He huffed, “The war already began the moment you laid your hands on my parents, sending them to an early grave, you scumbag! This is far from over. In fact, it just began. And until I have your head on a platter, consider yourself, living on borrowed time.”
This fucking conversation was getting annoyingly long and infuriating. “The biggest mistake I ever made, Klaus, was not ending you as well. You should be six f**t under by now.”
Was about to hurl the phone far away, when I heard him respond. It was low, but I managed to hear before he abruptly ended the call.
‘Keep your toys far away from my sight.’
What the fuck did he mean by that? My fists tightened on the phone I was holding onto, as I furrowed my brows.
I could not be bothered with him. Hell, I shouldn’t. He wasn’t worth a shred of my time.
Letting out a sigh, my eyes trailed over to the single photograph frame on my desk. I reached out to it, absentmindedly holding it up, as I flopped down on a chair.
She looked ever so beautiful and graceful. Her brown long hair, graced her petite face as she faced the camera.
My mother. Katherina Fabian. Wife of the bastard, Don Lucian Fabian. That man didn’t deserve to be with a woman like her.
There was no other way he could prove how worthless we both were. Reasons because she was merely betrothed to him and he never loved her.
I could vividly recall the very day we had taken the photo. Same day my excuse of a father had brought home his other wife.
Coincidentally, it was my birthday and we had planned a photoshoot. My mother was so devastated at the news but she still managed to make four-year-old me happy on his birthday.
She was so young. So young even at the time of her unjustly death. I promised her I would make them all pay, starting with my father. And I did.
As soon as I was all grown up and powerful, I had killed him, together with his beloved wife.
I think that messed up Klaus, so badly. Well, he was the beloved son of the family. My Mother and I were practically an outcast, a slave, or if there’s anything worse than that, in our own home. While Klaus and his mother were the beloved.
It wouldn’t be over until I get my hands on him, as well. Until I could feel the pain no more. the rage and the guilt of not being there for my mother when she was taken by a rival gang, just to get through to my father. But, because he didn’t give a damn about her well-being, he had left her in their captive, all alone.
Saving her was a choice for them. And he chose not to. Stripping me of my only source of joy at a very young age.
A knock sounded, cutting me off from the dark thoughts, and I placed the frame back on its spot. “Come in.”
Xavier stepped in, and I was reminded, yet again of the issue at hand.
“How is she?”
He halted a few steps from me, his hands on his back, “She is all washed up…”
“And Alphonso?”
“Attending to her. She blacked out.”
I inhaled deeply, running a hand over my face, “She.. how the fuck is she a virgin?” I pointed a finger out, “Everything would have gone wrong if I hadn’t stopped it. That experiment wasn’t meant for fucking Virgins.”
Xavier was quiet and his gaze remained stoic. And then, he spoke. They canceled on us.”
Fuck!
” It was quite expected though. The clients have been frustrated enough. But I had hoped we could reschedule with a different subject this time around.”
“With all due respect, Boss. I believe she would have aced it, if we had waited a little more. She looks weak, yes. But she definitely has a strong will. And I think you know that too.”
I shook my head, “That doesn’t matter anymore. I’m so fucking stressed.”
I tugged at my tie, needing to relieve myself. I need a fucking whore. The itch I felt still hadn’t been attended to, for a pretty long while.
Was about to order Xavier to get a me fresh set of girls, when a knock was heard. One of the guards, Luca stepped in.
“Boss. There is a lady at the gate. She claims she wants to see you and is putting up a fight.”
“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I slowly turned my head toward him.
“How incompetent are you for complaining about a woman putting up a fight? Send her the fuck away!” I bellowed. That was probably one of those cheap sluts I had banned from coming here, ever.
But he stood still, and my eyes slowly snapped to him, “Something wrong with your hearing, Luca?”
“No, Boss. ”
“Good. Now get the fuck out.”
“It’s Angela, Boss.” I could see Xavier’s gaze snapped toward him simultaneously.
‘Could my day get any more interesting?’
A smirk graced my lips at the piece of information. “Angela? She must have a lot of guts showing up here. Let her in.”
There was a stunned silence, as the men in the room stared at me in astonishment.
Xavier spoke first, “Boss… you do recall Angela was the spy who ratted you out to your… I mean, to Klaus.”
“Of course, I am not dumb, Xavier,” I stood from the chair, making my way of out the study.
“Send her in, and bring her to my room.”