Serpentine Desires

The predator

There was a little bird here. With fluttering wings and quivering eyes. Hypocritical and desperate. Weak and transparent.

I had never been the one to be fleeted by small creatures. Not only useless, but they're often hard to tame.

"You scared her." While smirking, Kyle poured two glasses of Beluga and directed his gaze towards the useless contract. "You're cruel."

So I had been told. The qualities I got from my dear father. No complains. I love the power control gave me. The feeling of being the one controlling rather than a powerless freak was intoxicating. In control, I felt alive. I set the pace. It was not a mere rush, but a necessity.

Power was a necessity. Without it, I was just like that little bird—vulnerable, at the mercy of the winds. It was my armour, my shield against the chaos. It granted me control, and the ability to shape my world rather than be shaped by it. I couldn't afford to be weak, to let the small and fleeting dictate my fate. No. I needed to command, to dominate. And it wasn't just about survival; it was about thriving, about imposing my will and marking my territory.

Without it, I was nothing but a feather in the storm, blown wherever the currents took me. But with it, I was the storm.

The world bent to my will; everyone in it was merely a piece on my board. The fear I see in other's eyes- it's exhilarating. Thriving.

They would never realise how easily I could dismantle their little worlds and turn their lives upside down with a mere flick of my wrist. Or my gun. Depends.

I am a force of nature-unstoppable and unyielding. Like I said, I am a storm.

"You want me to burn this thing or what?" He asked in Russian and handed me the glass. I eyed the contract, sipping on the Beluga. Naïve. Dumb American. The contract was fake, if she had read it carefully, there was no word in this damn contract regarding the job she'd signed for. But it was necessary. A step I must take cautiously.

There was barely any patience and time I could give to traitors when I was this close to slaughtering Lucius. One mistake and everything would collide.

Like a king surrounded by enemies, I had to be vigilant, calculating, and always three steps ahead. In this game, power was my queen, the piece that could turn the tide. Sacrifice the weak, outmanoeuvre the pawns, and protect the core. There was no room for error, no forgiveness for betrayal. To lose focus was to invite defeat. And Judas Romanovski never loses.

"Burn it," Kyle nodded at my command. The only person I trust beside my family.

My eyes wavered to the gold brick on the table, the one she waved in front of my fucking face. She was clever. I'd give her that. If she had tried to steal it, I would have snapped her neck right then and there. That tempting, slender neck was so delicate that one of my hands would be enough to crush it.

But she tried her best until the very end. In her eyes, I saw the reflection of my power, and it was glorious. Addicting. I could still taste it on my tongue. However, I was not some idiot to let the power control me. And I certainly was not allowing mere emotions to reign my control.

Kyle opened the window letting the smoke that filled the room escape clearing my vision and thoughts in one breath.

"Schedule a press conference. Judas Romanovski is ready to take over his father's throne."

"So soon?"

"Media is the wildfire, Molotov. It spreads whispers faster than the wind," the bitter taste of Beluga burned my tongue and I relished in it. Kyle gave me a curt nod, and my eyes wandered to the couch where that little bird was sitting. Something shiny and small caught my eye. What the fuck was that? I leaned forward my fingers brushing against the small glass bottle. She must have dropped it. Curious, I opened it and the sweet intoxicating smell assaulted my nostrils. A fucking lip gloss.