Tatted on me |+18

1. The start of the end?

Damien

Our reality is fucked up, filthy and messy.

I was a fucked up person with fucked up morals but the only thing keeping my sanity alive was her. Until she decided to fucking leave me.

I needed her beauty, her presence and even all the fucked up parts of her existence, because she was the only thing that really mattered to me and the only thing that kept me from going insane.

"Non sai quanto cazzo mi manchi, amore mio" I was holding a picture of her in my hand —long golden hair, green siren eyes and the sweetest smile I've ever seen. (You don't know how much I fucking miss you, my love)

Clara I fucking miss you.

I heard a knock followed by a voice "Boss, we have news about her"

I've been watching her, wanting her, for years now, she was the only thing that could make me forget about Clara.

Ava Torres was my salvation from all this misery and once I'd get my hands on her, I'd make her filthy —I'd drag her in the misery that constantly surrounded me— but she'd be mine and only mine.

"Go ahead" I leaned my back fully against the chair.

"She got her diploma earlier and she will take over her father's business assuming the role of CEO" Miranda my assistant cleared her voice before adding "Tonight there's a charity gala organised by her family in her name, you got an invitation too, Mr. Keen"

Torres Group was one of the most important companies in America alongside with another, Keen Capital, my fucking company.

"Boss, I know how much Ava..." she stopped herself from telling the visible truth, I was obsessed, so? "Today you have an important conference with some business associates, you can't mess it up just for her, she isn't worth it" she cringed. "That girl is just trouble, there are plenty of girls like that here and there, she's nothing special to be honest, blonde hair and blue eyes...how unique" Miranda added sounding disgusted.

This hit a nerve.

I get up from my chair, grab a pen, go near my talkative assistant and give her a psychotic smile "Mrs. Ferra, since you love talking to so much, let me do a little bit of talking too. I need to make 2 things clear" I grab her neck tightly and press slightly the tip of the pen on the crook of her neck "One, you don't pronounce her name" I press the the pen on her neck a little more harder "Two, you don't think or talk shit about what's mine".

"I- I get it Mr. Keen, please, please, don't hurt me" she begs and sobs.

"Sweetheart, for how long you've been working for me?" I kept my voice calm and steady.

"Th- Three years sir" my soon-to-be dead assistant said while shaking and sobbing.

"Miranda Ferra, you are one of my best employees, you know that right? you genuinely loved your job, which is a quality that I admire, so I'm doing you a courtesy" I say removing the pen from her neck and putting it back against her skin.

"Courtesy? what kind of courtesy?" she breathes.

"This" the tip of the pen penetrated her neck as she screamed and cried in horror, her blood spilling everywhere.