Worshiper Of His Existence

Chapter # 2

"Kill him." I ordered without any hint of compassion for Bard; the man who failed to pay his debts.

"N-No. N-No please, Zariah. Please don't kill me. I swear I will return your debt."

Mr. Bard, the owner of the company who took out a loan from us, begged for his life.

"I gave you a month for it. But you didn't repay it." I growled..

Tracing the gun on the side of his face while he was trapped in his own office with the doors locked with my men and he had no place to escape.

"Please..." He cried, holding the armrest tightly.

"I don't need your please. I need my money, Bard" I said direly, putting the gun in his mouth with an insane smirk.

That was what I was after all- Distorted.

"You think you get away by breaking my terms?" I asked in a hiss. He tried to say something but the gun gagged him.

"I need it." I demanded.

"Two days." I said deadpanned before taking out the gun and he ended up falling from his chair, coughing for air. He hastily nodded as I pulled away from him not before kicking him.

"Better get it ready in two days if you don't want me to end your breaths." I said coldly.

I mentioned one of my men to stay with him as I left with the rest, putting the gun back in my bag, acting as if nothing happened.

This was me, Zariah Ezekiel, the successor of one of the most dangerous Mafia pillars- Black Reapers.

I took after my family business in Italy, worked as the in-line leader of Black Reapers.

'Until the point where the mutual and biggest enemy of our work- Hyraz entered our lives with the purpose of destroying it.'

We were supposed to be allies but he was an asshole who couldn't work quietly.

Zariah Ezekiel was the crazy and heartless leader who- like a robot- was restricted to live up to expectations my Father placed upon me.

While there was also a girl named Zari.

Just 'his' Zari, who was dead inside me, resurrected only when I saw him.

Every time my eyes fall on his enticing form, all dominance fades inside me, leaving me as a simple girl who was hopeless for him.

... Just like last night.

And that was the part of my life, hidden from everyone- even him.

'Rather, he no longer remembers. But how can I forget our promise? How can I forget 'my' Nathaniel?'

I avoided him all this time. If my Father saw me being this pathetic over a guy, he would kill me.

"Damn these thoughts..." 

All this desperation, powerlessness, vulnerability and lack of confidence for him...

Nathaniel Alroy.

The Plague Doctor of the Underworld. Number one among the top five leaders, the aces; The Vicious Leaders.

He was obsessed with his title, Plague Doctor, always wanted to become a doctor.

"Where are you going?" A man of mine, Giovanni, asked.

"Home. I am having terrible thoughts." I sighed, smoking.

"But-" 

"Not now,"  

After seeing Bard, I went home or else those thoughts would drive me insane.