"What if it was the prince who needed saving?"
Not receiving an ounce of love even in his childhood, he became heartless. His cold exterior scared people away, and not to mention his detached, unemotional personality. Haunted by his past, he was use...
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It seems horrible when you say it, but when she got in front of my car, every single inch of me was begging to run her over.
Somehow, she stood straight even when I almost killed her, and to top it all off, she had the guts to throw her middle finger my way.
With a hand running through my hair, I walk into Temptation, my head still somehow thinking about the girl. Who would be stupid enough to willingly stand in front of a car knowing that it almost squished her to death the first time?
"Boss" A man's croaky voice calls from behind me. Without even turning, I know exactly who it belongs to.
"Jax".
Miduchi stands in front of me, chest puffed. He bows his head and takes out the vial from his pocket, handing it over to me. The club's in full swing. Music loud enough to burst eardrums. Bodies colliding against each other with every single beat and the bars alive. I look around until my eyes park on someone.
A blondie. She'll do for tonight. I need something to take my mind off of things.
I nod at Jax and he takes that as his sign to depart. He's a loyal man. Someone I've trusted my entire life. He used to be my father's right-hand once upon a time.
"Boss, what do you think we should do about Tyril and his cult?" He asks. The question makes me clench my fists.
I step over to the bar and lean over the counter, playing with the vail in my hand.
"Did you find out about his location?" He shakes his head, lowering his eyes.
"Find him. I need him alive. What about Fredrick?"
He shakes his head again, eyes set on the ground. "All the official records say that he died" he says as my eyes roam around the club.
I chuckle. I intend find him, and I intend give him the worst death imaginable.
"You can leave"
He nods respectfully and leaves.
The blondie reclines on one of the barstools, chatting with her friends. I walk over and take a seat next to her.
She whirls her head in my direction and smiles seductively, chewing on her lip. "Zane, am I right?" I smirk.
She has a strong floral scent and her eyes are the colour of the night sky. Her make up is done faultlessly, her blonde hair up in a bun.
After making sure that she isn't drunk, I take her to a private area in the bar where we spend the rest of the evening. She's a decent fuck, but nothing special. I'd say I've had better.
The bar gets louder as the night falls. Sounds of footsteps echoing through the halls wake me up from my sleep. I realise then that I had fallen asleep in the room that we'd fucked in.
