His Entertainer

Chapter 15

Three black cars braked violently and parked one after another in a straight line.
    And there was Genevieve standing beside Norman, probably waiting for Hermann to drop of the car.
I rolled my eyes as I climbed on the bed, just the thought of Hermann made me sick.
   Who does he think he is?- God?, oh please..he can't even give a house fly a life.
Bow for me I recalled what he had commanded that night few minutes before the punishment, this man is completely Hilarious.
" I hate him×3" I repeated thrice in a whisper before I covered myself with the sheet from head to toe.
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            HERMANN RODRIGUEZ POV.

  " where is he?" I asked the minute I dropped off the car, "In the cells" Genevieve answered immediately and Norman led the way.

The room felt damp when I let myself in a couple minutes later. As Norman switched on the hanging light in the room it flickered, nearly went out then recovered.

Good , I thought.

My eyes fell on a man sitting on a wooden chair in the middle of the room, Tied up, bleeding almost passing out, breathing heavily as his face and body all bruised up.
" what do we have here" I spoke in aloud voice and he trembled in fear.
" No..No, leave me alone Hermann- I don't know anything.. I swear" he cried out.
"Its not going to be bloody if you just tell me everything I want to know, okay?" I pounced at him, making him bolt back in the chair.
" I know nothing, I swear" he kept on crying repeatedly, drawing a deep breath- I rolled my shirt sleeves up.
" Roberto doesn't care, your loyalty means nothing to him, you know that right?" I muttered.
" I don't know Roberto, other than to hear about him from Santiago, Nobody bought me. I just supply weapons to them, I was in a wrong place at the wrong time. Believe me, I regret it."
" I don't believe in coincidence "
I reached for my gun and pointed right in the middle of his legs,- yeah right there.
He forced his eyes open, when he saw that and tried to run but the ropes were tight around him.
" Okay okay -Roberto is the new leader of the White Vultures his right hand man is Santiago" he leaned back to my face, " His powerful, but you can't get to him straight, he has a young sister, Annie- if you get Annie then you got Roberto. That's all I know, I swear. Now let me go"
" Where do I find this Annie?" I asked coldly.
" At the Bull strip Club almost every night, But I warn you- she's well protected "
"Rest in peace now"
" Wait! What?"
Paah! I pulled and released the trigger, leaving a hole on a dead Man's forehead, I never wanted to kill him but it's just he wasted a lot of my time, time for Ivy.
" Norman to my office " I commanded as my men were cleaning up the mess.
" Sì"

"What have you found" I asked in intensity.
" Her name is Ivy Edward Silver, She's Eighteen and the first daughter of the Silver Family in Mexico, Her family was known to be one of the richest and among the powerful, Her Father Edward Silver was a successful business man and never had any underworld affairs, But it was his greediness that led to his family's misfortune.
     Everything turned upside down for her, her mother and Her young brother - Joachim Silver, Who is believed dead, But i haven't had full investigation on that, But Her Mother is still alive somewhere, I'm doing my best to find out where, And Ivy was kept for sale where Mateo found her and bought her for the club." He paused, " well?" I asked.
"That's all for now, still searching" He said.
" Boss!" Carlos called out as he made his way in my office quickly.
" What is it?" I spoke quite irritated.
" it's Maris Castro" he said between his breath.
" What about her?" I asked immediately.
" She's - dead" Carlos said. Norman's eyes closed as he Shakes his Head unbelievably.
I took out my cell phone not wanting to believe any of that, I dialled a number saved as Richard Castro, it rung few times before it was finally answered.
" Is it true?" I asked, the person on the other end drew a heavy breath, " She's gone Hermann- My wife is gone" he said repeatedly and I could hear the frustration from his voice. I could hear the breaking down of his heart from his voice and how terrible and awful he feels inside.
" They killed her" he said in a bitter whisper, " I wasn't there to protect her- They killed her." He spoke in pure hurt, in more pain than anger- in more self blames than vengeance.
" I'm coming, hold on " I said before I hanged up.
" I'm coming with you" Norman suggested immediately after the end of the call, I nodded, " Take care of her" I reminded Carlos before I made my way out.

It was a 30mins drive to Richard Castro's House, the window glasses shattered into pieces, almost like ten bodies layed lifeless on the ground.
Norman and i edged our way through bodies, we were welcomed by the shattered pieces of vases and mirrors.
Richard Castro was on the sofa, his white shirt turned red from the blood, blood on his hands, on his neck and almost everywhere.
He had a cigarette and a bottle of Vodka on the other hand, in front of him Maris Castro's body layed on the floor, her slender arms out flung, palms up. Death. Cold and brutal, strangely intimate.
Her naked body inscribed with the point of a knife. A work of violent art, her sightless eyes staring up at nothing. She was really- dead.

" See" he said in a frustration laughter, " That's what they did to her" he pointed helplessly on the dead body in front of him.
"We need to move her to her forever home now- We need to give her our last respect" Norman said.
" Last respect?- No, she's going to stay right here where I can see her" He moved closer to his dead Wife and layed beside her.
" She's gone Richard, she can never come back" I tried to talk some sense into his lost mind.
" No!, Your wrong - I can still hear her voice. My Maris is still alive and well" He blast and then, only then I knew he was losing it for sure.
"Whatever Maris is telling you right now is to be strong Richard" Norman said as he went closer to him, patting his left shoulder slowly and then Richard Castro melted into tears as Norman wrapped his arms around him.
His tears were sincere, Very true and honest, with pain and pure guilt, The guilt eats him up every time he looks at his Gone wife on the floor.
" I shouldn't have left her" He repeated those words in a sobbing whisper, in frustration and hurt.

I walked outside.
" You will know how it feels when you fall in love with someone Hermann, Even a Devil deserves to love" It was in the last few months when Maris had told me this.
This was the last intensive conversion I had with her, I could remember it was in winter season back at my house where we were having some quality time with the others.
Maris always had hopeful words, she was a friend, a wife, a sister, a mother of one beautiful girl and a Mafia hacker.
If I was told to define Maris in one word It would have been Magnificent.
"I don't want to love" I answered coldly.
" You don't need to want it, it will come automatically and you won't be able to stop yourself from falling into it, Your going to start to change - it's going to be a surprise to others and you will try to fight it but you won't win, your going to give it a try. It's called baby steps Mr. Rodriguez " She said and never gave me a chance to protest anything else. She stood up and patted my shoulder, " When your time comes, you won't see it coming " She whispered and walked out of the room yelling a lazy Goodnight as she ended up falling on Richard's arms who was just walking in from outside.
"The beer made her a bit fuzzy, I'll take her to get some rest" Richard told me and I nodded as I fill myself with liquor.
I could remember the last time I Saw her, She looked back at me when they were living with a little you'll see smile on her Rossy lips.

Her memories shall forever stay with us, but first, Who ever is behind all this has to pay, and I'm coming for them- I'll find them. I swear I'll find them.

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