Unraveling Him | A mafia Story

Chapter 39 - My beautiful king

"La douleur exquise:
- (n.) the heart wrenching pain of wanting the affection of someone unattainable."

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Nikolas's POV

It has been a while since I last felt like this.

Powerful.

The one in control.

And damn it, but I had missed it.

I could run from it as much as I want, but darkness was my sweet drug, intoxicating and so addictive. It's exhilarating, always bringing me up to a different high, a one I'll never be able to detoxify from. I don't think I even want to.

I like being this way; The puppet master, the one pulling at the strings and moving them around, twisting and crashing just as I please. The game was mine now, and so were the rules.

I rubbed a hand over my chin, a small smile pulling one corner of my lips up as I leaned back in my seat, my eyes focused on the laptop's screen, watching what the security camera of the building's entrance was reflecting at this exact moment.

I watched him and his men barge inside, ready to surprise me, he thinks. As if I haven't been stalking his every move, and watching every step. I knew he would show up here any moment now, ready to fight and threaten, thinking it will make me fall weak again and immediately deliver him his precious heir back.

I closed down the laptop's screen and got up to my feet, I opened the alcohol cabinet, and pulled out the Jim Beam bourbon bottle. I was saving this one for a good occasion. Seems fitting for this moment in exact. I opened the cap and took two glasses, placing them over the counter as I poured the right amount into each one.

My fingers wrapped around the glass and just as I brought it to my lips, the main door of my apartment got pushed open and three men marched in, with guns aimed high, at me. So dramatic. I casually took my first sip, my taste buds sinking into the authentic taste of the oaky vanilla followed by the spice backdrop. I licked my lips and almost hummed in satisfaction. It was a great drink, I better offer Alex some next time, he would totally like it.

From behind the three men, he made his way inside, walking close and coming to a stop a few miles away from where I was standing.

His eyes hardened, anger and rage twisted his expression into something utterly wild. Jaw tight and hands fisted on each side. He is usually the taunting one, the calm composed one as he played with my life. Not anymore.

"Where is he, Nikolas?" He grated out through clenched teeth, just as another two men walked inside and searched my apartment whole. Amateurs.

I leaned my back against the counter and took another sip, "You really think I would just hide him here, do you think that low of me, father?" I mumbled, enjoying my drink just as much as I was enjoying infuriating him.

He took an enraged step forward, leaving only a few centimeters between us, the look of a mad man swirling in his dark eyes as he shot out, "Answer me, Nikolas, or I swear to god-"

"This tastes so good," I hummed as I rested my empty glass on the counter before I pushed the other one toward him, "You should try it, it could calm you down," My head tilted slightly and my eyebrows pulled closer in fake worry, "You do look a little bit tensed."

A loud groan rumbled from him just as his hand moved in utter bewilderment, pushing the glass off the counter, making it fall and crash to the floor. I looked at him, disappointed, my eyebrow raised, "Come on, that was expensive," I said.