It begins with us.

Chapter Twenty

⚠️Warning⚠️

Contains violence and torture.

Yaakov’s POV

I felt like hurting something, or someone by the time we had reached the house, not spearing Ava a second glance as I exited the vehicle. Her sweet scent was driving me crazy the whole car ride back, and I needed to escape so I could begin to think clearly. She had completely ignored me the whole time, not once looking in my direction, casting her eye’s out the window, too busy taking in the scenery. I had never been so jealous of the view outside the window, wanting nothing more than those beautiful eye’s on me. My head hung lower than ever as I made my way through the entrance and up the stairs that would lead me to the seclusion of my office. I needed a drink and my hands wrapped around a cunts throat to help ease the tension that had chained itself around my body aggressively. Thinking of Cohan who was waiting not so patiently in the basement where Danial and the others were sent a bolt of excitement through me. That would defiantly help my current state.
I began to pour myself a decent amount of whisky into the glass, my mind holding me hostage with the images and thoughts that were running ramped with Ava’s regret and the fact that I was probably a shit fucking kisser.

“Fuck”

I cursed before downing the liquid, grimacing as it burned my throat before pouring myself another.

“Brother?”

I grunted as Danial’s voice echoed around me, making me cringe as he spoke with concern. I didn’t need or want my brother's pity, but I needed advice desperately. He didn’t know anything about love, but the one thing my brother was a master of was the opposite sex. Don’t get me wrong, I had my fair share of women over the years but Danial? He would put fucking Casanova to shame with the lists and conquests he had gathered over the years. The woman would source him out just to spend a magical night with him, full of pleasure and promised orgasms’ that would last for hours.

“Cohan is waiting, should be a good night”

Danial mumbles while leaning against the door frame, his arms crossing over his chest as he waits for my reaction. I was in need of a night where I would let out my frustrations, and unlucky for Cohan he would be paying the price tonight. I slam the glass down onto the tray that sat on top of the bench at the bar, exhaling while turning my body towards my brother. His eyes were watching me carefully, trying to read the expression on my face as I passed by him. I needed to remove her from my mind, not permanently but just for the next couple of hours while I deal with Cohan. I didn’t need to be distracted while trying to get the information I needed, and I had a lot riding on piecing it all together. I had the families of the missing woman and children knocking down the police department's doors, as well as contacting me, asking if there was any new information I could give them. And I hated that we couldn’t provide them with something. But last night was the breakthrough we needed. It had only made sense that Cohan was the one helping whoever was behind these horrendous crimes, and I needed the names of everyone working alongside him and for him. I walked down the long hallways while hearing the cries and screams coming from behind the old wooden door, a smile tugged at my lips as I began to roll up my sleeves, enjoying the sounds coming from him at the hands of my men.

"Shit, I told Mohammod to fucking wait for me”

Danial growls out, pushing past me and rushing the rest of the way, pushing the door open as the smell of blood and death leaked out of the room, setting off the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.

“And what the fuck is this? You bastards knew I wanted to be here!”

Danial was glaring at Mohammod and Samin, both men rolling their eyes at my brother's childish behaviour before moving back away from a badly beaten Cohan, who was hanging by his wrists that were chained to the ceiling above. The metal had begun to turn his torn skin a deep purple, while blood oozed from the multiple cuts he had on his face, dripping down his exposed chest as his head hung low. His shallow breaths began to piss me off while thoughts of Ava attacked my mind again. I hated and loved that she always occupied the spaces of my mind, but this time I was still trying to wrap my head around the events that had taken place.