Mr. Know-it-all

C H A P T E R 13

ASHER'S P.O.V

Survival is never easy. Some people wake up everyday and plan to do the best while others, like me, are compelled to do the best. We have no choice because our survival depends on it. Living is one thing but when you're surviving, you don't get to think and choose. I eyed the woman in front of me. Her long lashes dropped down as she squirmed in the chair. My heart clenched at the thought of yet another thing in life that was so close to me, yet unreachable. I was used to life having its play with me. I shrugged off the memories that always flood my mind whenever I see her. 

I had been able to forget the easy way of life. I was no longer allowed to be familiar with it and I had been able to switch my conscience off. As much as I wanted to feel something, anything, I was just not able to, and thus, it turned me into the notorious devil that I was in people's eyes. That's exactly what had made me one of the best mafiosi in New York. I stared at the brunette who had no idea who I was. Our worlds are different and that's how its supposed to be. 

I knew she expected something from me the moment I saw her in that cafe. I agree that we shared a moment in past but that was long gone and she had no idea who I was. I wanted to instill just a speck of fear for the kind of life I lived everyday by involving her in one of the exchange meetings so she'd give up.

....now I'm dealing with extra work.

"Im mim nell oo."

I mentally groaned hearing gibberish coming out of her mouth as I slightly pushed the barrel of my gun further down her throat. I wanted her to hate me and I knew it was working.

She thought she was being sly by lying to me. I wanted to see how far she could go so I let her believe that her lies worked. She struggled under my grip and my eyes snapped towards her hand. Where, in normal circumstances, I'd be tempted to cut it off to get the information out that I wanted, but in her case, I couldn't stop wondering how it'd feel to have her hand in my hair...my thoughts were wandering off. I shrugged them off and focused on the mess in front of me.

I retracted the gun from her mouth assuming she had agreed to comply. I wiped the barrel against her sleeve to clean it and putting it back in my belt, I sat back in the chair.

Regina was utterly naive and certainly a bubbleheaded girl. She had gone too far in resentment by keeping the diamonds and had no clue how dangerous it could be. In underworld, nothing is solely yours. Not even your own life. Everything I had, came to me at expense of something. As much as I detest it, this position cost me my parents' and my own life. The diamonds were not my property but the property of everyone who had touched it before coming to me. The fact that it was in my possession only seconds the idea of nothing belonging to just one person. In this world, nothing comes to you on its own. You have to snatch it and as much as anyone would hate it, that's the only survival mode here.

It wouldn't be hard to get the diamonds out from her but I wanted to take it slow and enjoy it. I haven't had this kind of entertainment for a long time.

I was enjoying it...

I only decided to take matters into my hand because if I had allowed my men to procure the stolen goods, then Regina wouldn't just be sitting here harmless. They had their own way and I have my own which certainly doesn't include being patient but for some unknown reason, I had decided not to apply my usual method on this girl.

"You have two minutes." I told her giving a glance at my wrist watch, letting her know that her time had begun.

"I need more time." She said shrugging, "deadlines make me anxious."

Now I want to smack myself for even taking it upon myself to deal with her. She should be scared of me, so am I going too easy on her? This wasn't my superiority complex talking but the rational self because fear is always better. It prevents a lot of things, especially the ones going in her mind since a few days.