Poison Ivy

Chapter 8

Aster

"I said I don't want to see anyone," I didn't care if it was the president of the country or Queen of England, I wasn't interested to see anyone right now.

"Sir I know but she has been waiting for too long," Alan, my secretary, was getting on my nerves right now. Snapping close the file I looked at him with slit eyes.

"What part of I don't want to meet anyone did you not understand?" Julian was an exception who could come and meet me anytime he liked though he rarely graced my office.

"She is your fiancée," I looked at him with a tilt of my head. "I already have security on the doors on one of the floors she had been taken into. She didn't have the code or else she would have barged in but right now she is threatening to kill the security." I laughed at his words. Kill my security? Did she know that my security would snap her neck just on my command?

Sadly, I wasn't in a mood to create another bloodbath or feud between families. One was enough for me.

"Send her up," I wanted to know what this was all about. Last night she had called me and I had ditched her to go back to Ivy. Julian never made my life easy. He made me remember all the things that happened because of Ivy.

I didn't blame him for harboring such a hatred for them. He was just three years younger than me but he had been the one who had to see and hear the screams of our mother and sister when she was killed. We had been both hidings and it was the skill of hiding that had saved us. Ivy's father and his men had run away as soon as our men had come barging in. If they would have killed us, I wouldn't have been able to hunt them down.

I still remember the screams of her mother and father. It was a happy day. Ivy's birthday maybe. Her mother was baking a cake and cooking to feed a party. Her father was busy decorating the house while her brother had been helping him. My men, no longer my father's, stood outside the house surrounding it. I had entered the house through the back door. Her mother had been the first one I had slit throat off. She didn't see it coming but she had gone still as soon as I put the knife to her neck. She hadn't screamed.

Unlike the father, she had closed her eyes and accepted her fate. I wanted to laugh at the knowledge that her blood had been spilled into the food she had taken so much pleasure in making. The birthday was drenched. When I had turned to the room where her father and brother were drenched in the world the first laugh left my lips. Her brother had been told to run and when he had I didn't mind at all.

Marco had fought me till his last breath but he was old. I had used the same wire he was using to decorate the pretty home with to strangle him until he was dead. Even that hadn't sedated my thirst for revenge. I had pulled on the wire until it had dug into his skin and wrapped around his bone.

Blood lust in my eyes I had walked upstairs from where I could hear the voices coming from. The brother had gone to save her. He had attacked me but I had been faster. I had stabbed him in front of a ten-year-old girl on her birthday. She didn't scream, cry but just saw me. Sitting in front of her on my haunches, I looked at her staring at me. Not a whimper nothing. Then I had made her bleed drawing my knife from her shoulder to elbow.

At fifteen I had fallen in love with the screams she had cried out from the agony pain she suffered in. It was her birthday and I had left the kid alone with a scar. I had dragged her out of the home bleeding behind me and thrown her on the floor as my men spilled gasoline everywhere in the house. She had tried to run back. She had tried. What fiery little thing she was. Kicking me and try to run back to her family. With one hand keeping her in my hold, I had lit the lighter and thrown it watching the whole house up in flames.

Ivy had cried and screamed. She had done everything to back into the house to burn up in the flames but I had stopped her. It was her gift from me. I had gifted her life on that fateful day. She was always going to be indebted to me and Ivy knew that. Mara also did and until she was under my thumb there was no need for me to worry about her.

"It isn't a nice practice to keep your fiancée under security." My eyes looked at her. I saw a craziness in her eyes. She was as beautiful as Ivy and as deadly as Mara but sadly she didn't have an innocent touch to her.

"And it isn't nice to drop in without an appointment. Remember your place, Sienna," there was the underlying warning in my voice. I was a monster and I could make her life a living hell if I desired.

"Do you really think I would be scared by that?" She leaned on the table her cleavage showing so much but I had no interest in it. I could have so much better than her hence I had no interest in what she presented. She could be naked and I wouldn't care.

Leaning on the table I pulled on the chain she was wearing around her neck.

"If you aren't the next time, you would be leaving out of here bleeding and bruised," I smiled as I such beautiful words to her. Twisting the chain, I choked her. There was no fear in her eyes for a few seconds she was thinking that this was nothing but a game.

Then I saw the fear descend those eyes. I smiled with all my teeth as I pulled on the chain. This was going to leave a mark. Her hand went up to free herself. Rather than pulling on my hand, she pulled on the chain with such a force that it broke in the game of tug and war between both of us.

Taking a step back she coughed up bent down. With slow and threatening steps, I moved towards where she was.

"If you really think you can control me, Sienna, then you need to do a rain check dear," I warned her as I pulled on her hair having her eyes look at me. Moving closer to her ear I bit it hard making her groan in pain.

"Try to piss me off again and you won't live more than a few days. Moreover, the key to keeping me happy is never to piss me off and interrupt me. Why do you think Ivy has been all alive so long my dear? Just remember that everyone is replaceable for the right person. Don't make me replace you." I whispered in her ear before letting go of her in a jerk. I didn't look at her as I walked back to my seat.

I could see the fire burning in those eyes as they stared at me.

"And while we are on the page remember that it is your father who needs me more than I need him and you. So don't try to think that you can overpower me," I delivered another warning only to have her end up laughing like a maniac.

"If you really want me to stop pissing you off then you should kill Ivy because until she is alive you will go to her and I have no desire to share you," she seethed out.

"And you don't have any other option than me and my sister, who by the way is a bigger maniac than me because we both know that if you want to rule this city you need our support. Ivy might be a distant cousin but she has got no power like us and never will so better kill her before my family does," she left with her own warning but I paid no heed to it because in the end, I would rule this city even if I had to kill them all to gain the power that was taken away from my family.

Even if I have to kill Ivy for it. I would do it because I was the monster that no one had imagined.

Aster, a black knight or a monster?

 Who he is?

 Love and hate, differentiated by a thin line, would they merge or cross the bridges to turn into one.