Fighting You

Chapter 5

Silas's Pov:

Today was the first time in a long time that I have felt the slightest bit of fear. Fear for Esmeray's safety. She would not stop risking it for people. She made me so angry.

The pain on her face when I held her wrist too tight.... i shouldn't have put a finger on her, especially when I'm angry. I didn't mean to hurt her.

I sighed and held my head in my hands for a second before I stood up and walked to my office where some of my men were waiting.

"Boss," they all greeted as soon as I stepped into the room. I nodded at them, signalling them to sit down. I sat in my chair at the far end of the table and leaned back with my arms crossed.

"So, what are the numbers?" I asked, staring at each of them.

One man, Antonio, stood up. "We have been able to contact 17 of their families, but two won't answer, and one of them are dead," he informed me before sitting back down.

"So when will they be here?" I asked, raising a brow at Antonio. He stood up again, looking a little embarrassed.

"All seventeen families should be here by the end of this week."

"Good," I replied before I stood up and walked out of the room and straight to my bedroom.

I was about to open my door, but before I could, I was knocked over by a force. My head span before I finally sat up off of the floor and looked around to see what knocked me over.

In front of me was a dazed looking girl, rubbing her head. She looked at me as I stood up and I saw her eyes widen. Fear and recognition flashed through her light green eyes.

She instantly stood up and began profusely apologising. Usually, I would get mad and yell, but I didn't feel up to being angry and raising my voice, so I just turned on my heel and walked away from Eve and into my room.

••••

I laid in bed awake and aware. My heart was pounding from the nightmare I just had.

I have this dream more often than healthy.

My mother pinned against the wall while my father put a gun to her head, the look of pure terror on her face.

Flash.

My mother lying on the floor with a bullet in her skull. Her lifeless eyes stared into my soul.

Flash.

My father was in my face with a malicious, proud smile. "Did you say something, boy?" He laughed, daring me to talk back to him. "N-no sir," my voice croaked before I ran to my room and cried.

I shut my eyes and took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my breathing.

It didn't work.

I got up out of bed and trudged out of my room and down the stairs. I'll get myself some water so that I can hopefully calm the fuck down.

I stared out into the early hours of the morning through the big window in front of the sink as I sipped my water. The sound of footsteps broke me out of my trance. I turned around just as the footsteps stopped a few feet away from me.

Esmeray stood there with a shocked look on her face but masked it quickly with a plain one. I raised a brow at her as she continued to stand there in her own little world.

"Esmeray?" I called out, taking her from the world inside of her mind that she had created and brought her back to reality. She furrowed her eyebrows before staring back at me in acknowledgement.

"What are you doing? You should be asleep," I said as she yawned.

She brushed her hair out of her face before sighing. "I was thirsty," she said before opening the cupboards and grabbing a glass. I moved out of the way so that she could reach the sink. She filled her glass and sipped at her water before washing the cup.

I noticed I had been staring and decided to exit quickly after putting my cup in the sink for the maids to clean. I speed walked up the stairs and to my room before I climbed into bed. I drifted off to sleep quicker than usual.

••••

Verno laughed as I glared at Lewis after he'd just run into my office and fell against one of my bookshelves, knocking books off the shelves and onto the ground. He smiled up at me sheepishly, rubbing his head.

"Did you learn anything from that?" I glared.

He crossed his arms and looked away in, though, before turning back to face me. "Nope!" He said, smacking his lips.

"Get the fuck out dumbass," I said, rolling my eyes as I walked back to my desk and sat in my chair.

Lewis scrambled to his feet before bolting out of the room. "Wonder what had him running in here," Verno mumbled.

•••

"Three fucking million dollars worth of drugs! Gone!" I shouted, slamming my fist down onto the table. I made sure to glare at each and every one of them. My best men were seated at the table where I held meetings.

"How the fuck did you let the Spanish steal that fucking much?" I said, calming down slightly.

Danny, one of my men, stood up. He looked terrified but quickly masked it with a blank expression. "If you look at these files," he said as he handed me some files across the table. "You will see that we got into several groups of six people, and each group had an area to patrol. We had intercoms, and we heard when they attacked group E, and each group sent 2 people." He said matter-of-factly. I stared at him blankly. I already knew this shit.

He looked at me nervously before continuing, "When the people got there, the Spanish already had the drugs, and there were just way too many of them." He said, squirming at my stare.

"I'm so sorry, Boss," he... whimpered? What the fuck. Everyone in the room looked on edge.

"We'll attack them in two weeks," I said with finalty before I angrily walked out of the room.

Feeling the need to burn some anger, I grabbed my gym bag full of things like a spare shirt, boxing gloves, and stuff to wrap my hands. I trudged downstairs to the gym room and walked in, dropping my bag on a bench. I took my white button-up shirt off and put on a grey wifebeater before i wrapped my left hand and struggled to wrap my right. Strapping my boxing gloves on, I made my way to the punching bag closest to me.

I punched it, releasing all of my anger out on it. I kept punching and punching until my hands felt numb. Only then did I pack up my stuff and go back to my bedroom.

Fucking Spanish.