Contract With The Carnival

Chapter Twenty-Five

Tapping his hand on the chair's armrest, Zohan sat with his head on his index finger. His eyes bored into the eyes of the man in front of him who sat on his knees. His hands were tied behind his back and blood dripped from his head. His lips were busted and bruises covered half of his body and face making him almost unrecognizable.

His head hung low in front of the tyrant sitting with no intention of mercy to do in this warehouse. Using his legs to tap the thigh of the front man, he put his elbow on his knees and looked at the man. Eye to eye.

"What made you so incapable of being useful?" Zohan asked. His voice was the only sound heard in the silent warehouse.

The man's head was still hung low, hoping the earth would swallow him. In this world, no one will ever want to be presented this way to Zohan Salvatore unless they wish for a barbaric death.

Zohan awaited the man's reply yet nothing.

He looked down and smirked. His hair fell from his eyes. "I don't appreciate such a late answer, Leo. You know it, don't you?"

As nothing was heard once again, Zohan chuckled in a sinister way. The guards so bulky and tall; shivered at the sound of him. His demons were fighting to lash out.

He stood up as every single soul in the warehouse flinched. Walking towards Carol he signaled something as Carol nodded and headed out.

He walked towards a bat filled with spikes. Picking it up, he looked at it, hungrily.

The man behind watched him with pure fear in his eyes as he became unable to speak. He knew Salvatore's cruelty and now he might be a target of it. The thought made him want to kill himself.

Dragging the metal on the ground which created a screeching sound Zohan let the fear slowly seep into the heart of Leo. He knew that he was terrified but he needed to be more scared of him. The more fear the better.

Leo had taken bribes from someone mysterious to let them go into the Warehouse where the office of Lenon Smith was located. He thought he'll make a little money by doing so and he didn't think much of the damage but what he didn't know was that he let in someone who had intended on killing Lenon Smith, the head of the weapon treasury.

He was one of Zohan's most trusted men. Though old age had taken lead in his body he never failed to be a loyal server to the family.

And now he was dead because Leo, a mere guard of the doorway had been taken over by greed.

The metal was placed on Leo's head as Zohan tapped it slowly.

He smiled as he left it and Leo let out a scream, begging for mercy. The door opened as a woman entered.

Keeping the bat down, he sat on his chair again. The woman came in front.

Zohan gestured behind him as Leo turned his head to look. His wife looked at him with pure disgust in her eyes.

"Gabriella," He said in shock.

"Tu lurido animale. Che ci fai qui?" She asked in Italian.

"You filthy animal, what are you doing here?"

Leo looked at Zohan, scared yet curious about the explanation of the presence of his wife.

"She has been working as a whore because," He chuckled. "You couldn't be a good husband so she came to me for work."

He looked at the woman. "What shall I do with this animal?"

The woman looked at her. Her eyes filled with seduction. This was the first time she had ever since a man this beautiful. Though she came to him for help, she never really had face-to-face contact with him. She only heard of his beauty.

She came close and knelt down in front of him. "Throw him to the wolves and do what you want with me."

Her eyes were drunk but little did she know that every single person in the warehouse knew that she'd be killed now that she touched him. Everyone knew Zohan hates being touched.

He came closer to her while holding her hair. As she closed her eyes, he gripped her hair so tight she screamed.

His voice was a whisper. "Women who throw themselves at me are no fun." He said and threw her on the other side.

He told the guards to let Leo see the end of his beloved wife before he gets killed himself as he headed out royally.

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Putting his coat on the couch, he walked beside the bed. Gloria was lying down on the bed as the light of the moon was falling on her face.

He looked at her for a few moments, examining her scars and the medicine beside the bed. She still hadn't gained consciousness.

Letting out a deep breath, he went inside the bathroom to take a shower. As he came out, wearing pants and shirtless, he laid down beside her. He didn't have any intention of waking her up nor that he wanted to look at her.

For the past few days, his cruelty had no limit. He had been lashing out at people violently except that he used to think before doing something.

He exercised his authority as best as he could and anywhere he could.

So when he remembered about dominance, he turned around and hugged his wife from behind. As her figure almost got hidden in his muscular body, he slept peacefully.

As the night passed on, the light of the sun fell on Gloria, she looked around unable to comprehend anything. She hissed while holding her head as nerve-wracking pain shoot through her head. Except that, she felt a heavy hand on her.

Looking down, she saw an arm falling on her, almost caging her inside. She looked back and found Zohan sleeping peacefully, his jet-black hair falling on his face.

With the little power left in her, she lifted his hand and put it under her as she got up. She barely remembered anything. The only thing she knew was that he was hurting her in a way and she was trying to get away from him.

She couldn't think much as the pain was increasing in her head.

She got up and as slowly as she could, she walked downstairs. She saw a few guards on the way who immediately looked down after seeing her.

She reached the kitchen.

She was surprised to see there was no one. Everyone was still back in the maid-quarters. Reaching the counter she poured herself a glass of water.

Before she could put it on her lips, she felt two arms caging her from behind. She was startled as the water almost fell from her hands.

His breath was on her neck as he enclosed her between him and the counter. Grabbing her from the back, he placed her on the counter.

While putting his hand on either side of her, he leaned closer to her. She was still shocked seeing him this way.

He took the glass from her hands and made her drink it. He chuckled as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

As realization dawned on her, she remembered everything from the other day. She needed to get away from him. She was terrified.

He held her waist and leaned in close. "Gloria," He whispered as he brushed his lips on her.

She pushed his chest slightly as he chuckled.

"We didn't have a proper honeymoon yet, have we?"