Wreaking Havoc

Chapter 2: They Say That I'm Cursed

Shayde's POV

"Boss?" 

"What?!"

"Do you want to contact her?" I nodded eagerly. She killed my brother in cold blood, and I couldn't forgive that. She needed to die.

My father walked out, slamming my office door on his way out. He was angry as was I. The day of his death was when they say I lost my humanity and gained the blood thirsty giant inside of me.

He was thirsty for her blood. To spill it, and hear her scream in agony. He could not be tamed.

They say that I'm cursed. 

My closest friends tell me I'm half dead. With or without emotions, she will die. I've been consumed with revenge ever since I was twelve. I've heard what they called her, Menace.

I had heard the stories. Beautiful woman, deadly games. If you crossed her, she somehow had dirt on your gang and would spill it to the police and every other group that wanted your head.

I had to play this carefully. I would play her games, but not by her rules. I make my own rules. My plan was to make her fall for me, that wouldn't be hard since most women throw themselves at me.

I would kill her in her sleep, while her guard was down. She wake up right before I squeezed the trigger. Then and only then, she would feel the only pain worse than physical pain.

Emotional Pain.

It's dangerous playing with the heart, but I was willing to play when it came to killing her. I was so consumed by the rage and my own thoughts of killing her, that I almost didn't hear the phone ring.

"Yes?"

"It's done. She will be meeting you within the hour."

"Good. Make the preparations." 

"Yes, Boss."

Putting the phone down, a small sadistic smile slowly spread across my face. It was finally time. The maid came rushing in to clean up what she called the 'pigsty of an office'. She was like a whirlwind that put everything back in place.

"There, no messing it up. You may be the big Boss, but you mess this up, you will be the one to clean it." She clapped her hands and ran out of the room in the same fashion that she entered.

I was in the middle of paperwork, when my father came in.

"She's meeting you at The Place To Be Cafe." 

"Not here?"

"No, she's smart. She won't put herself in a place where she could be in major danger."

"Hmm. Okay, what time am I supposed to be there?"

"In ten minutes, and she hates it when people are late." That means I was supposed to meet her at 9:30 this morning.

"She can go fuck herself." He chuckled.

"Let's move out." I spoke harshly.

By the time we pulled up, it was 9:31. I walked in, ordered a coffee, and sat down to wait. I hadn't sat down for two seconds when a bright red haired black widow-wannabe slid into the seat across from me.

"Your late." She said coldly.

"Fuck you."

"That's the best comeback you had? Not what I expected from someone with your reputation." Her voice was eerily calm, and that pissed me off even more than I already was.

"Let's get to the point." I slid the folder across the table. She picked it up and examined it carefully.

"Hmm. I want ten million."

"No. Five."

"Sweetheart, I don't have to take your money to make money. There are many gangs that would pay me anything I wanted to have your head." Damn, she pisses me off so easily.

"Fine, ten." I gritted out.

"Good. He will be dead in the next forty-eight hours. That's my promise." She said confidently.

"He better be."

"Oh ye, of little faith. By the way, I don't see your men around. Are they off fucking the next blonde bombshell?"

"No." I replied while looking at Jaxson, who was sitting two tables over. Looking back at her, I was shocked to see that she had left.

She will be begging for me in no time at all. That's my promise.

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Hey Beauties! 

So what do you think of our souls heartless Boss, hmm?

Our assassin doesn't take shit from anybody does she?

Until next time! Love you all!

-Kylie