Blindspot

Turmoil

"We have seized his shipment, boss," one of his men informed him. Danzel leaned back in his chair and exhaled the smoke, holding the phone against his ear. He watched as the smoke curled up in the sky, rising towards the ceiling.   

"It has drugs and arms worth billions of dollars. What is your command?" the man asked him through the phone

The corner of his lips tugged up into an evil smirk. His eyes were on that shipment since he found out about it. He was just waiting for the right time to strike. 

He was going to destroy him and his first target was his empire. 

"Burn them to the ashes," he replied in a carefree tone. 

"Umm..boss..we can add it to our own stock," the man suggested in a submissive tone. 

"I want it destroyed," he answered in finality. It was a loss, he knew but he gave no flying fuck about it. He wanted it to burn like his heart had burned when he caught that motherfucker with his Inessa. Them breathing the same air. He wanted to gouge his eyes out for even looking at her that way. 

He gritted his teeth and hung up the call.   

Danzel had always been a possessive person. But for Inessa, he was a possessive beast. He cannot and will not tolerate anyone's eyes on her. She was his, plain and simple! And anyone who would even try to challenge that will have to die. Fransisco was going to die. 

He kept away for 17 years because he knew he would not be able to control himself around her. And most importantly, he wouldn't be able to see her getting cozy up with his little brother. It was torturous to even imagine them together. 

His brother often sent him pictures whenever he visited the farm. One of the pictures was of her with his brother. He didn't take a moment in zooming in on her. Her bright brown eyes had sun setting in them. A breathtaking smile was sitting over those delicious lips. He fell in love with her all over again. She had only become more beautiful.

His breathing started to turn ragged when his eyes fell on her chest, which now had two soft perky lumps attached to them. Damn the hell! He licked his lips boring holes into the screen. She looked so innocent yet so tempting. She was growing into a seductress.

That was the first time he felt sexually attracted to her. The photo was as innocent as it can be but not for him. She was a temptation even when her whole body was covered in layers and layers of clothes, she still managed to get him hard. 

That was the first time among many when he jerked off to the photo of his brother's soon-to-be wife. Pathetic, yeah. But what could he do? She was burnt into his head.

A soft knock on his door interrupted his thoughts. 

The door slightly opened and his PA poked her head in. 

"Sir, the minister has arrived," she informed him. 

" Send him in," Danzel instructed. The woman gave a nod and closed the door quietly.  

A few moments later, the door reopened after a polite knock to reveal his secretary and the minister. Danzel watched as his secretary ushered the minister in. 

" Mr. Lavigne," the minister who seemed to be in his mid-50s greeted Danzel with a nod. 

"Minister," he nodded and casually took a drag of his smoke. 

"Have a seat," he motioned towards the chair across from his seat before turning to his secretary, "Adele, a drink for the minister," he instructed. The woman gave a nod and left quietly.   

"Tell me, minister, how may I help you?" Danzel leaned forward and crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray. A warm smile sitting over his lips. A smile that had made people expose their deepest secret to him which he would later exploit for his own benefit.