Wreaking Havoc

Chapter 7: I Make No Apologies

Hayle's POV

"The fuck you don't know! You are THE Mafia Boss!" I yelled. He had to know where Adonis was. Adonis was the drug lord that killed Shayde's brother and kidnapped my sister. He raped her and abused her. The images and videos he sent me were embedded in my mind.

"Why is he so fucking important?" He slammed his fist on the table, making a sickening crack echo around the room.

"He..He's the one who killed your brother and kidnapped my damn sister!" I shouted, getting into Shayde's face.

"Tara's alive?" A man cut in, walking towards me. He was tall, probably 6'0. His dirty blonde hair fell over his piercing green eyes.

"You must be Ashe. I'm-nevermind. Yes, she is alive for now. That bastard needs to die. You have no idea the disgusting things that he has done to her." And me. I kept that part to myself. My eyes watered automatically at the thought of my little sister in pain.

"What has he done?" Ashe's voice got dangerously calm.

"He has physically, mentally, and sexually abused her in every way possible. He's sent me videos and pictures. I can't get her face out of my head. The fear in her eyes kills me. I was supposed to protect my little sister!" I slammed my fist on the table.

"Can't you just trace where the videos and pictures are coming from?" Ashe questioned.

"I tried. Didn't work. He covered his tracks really well."

"How do you know he killed my brother?" Shayde asked gruffly. I walked over to his side of the desk. 

"You going to move?" He shook his head, confused. 

"Fine. Be that way." Well, I don't have any other choice, but to sit on his lap. So that's what I did. The look of shock on his face was laughable. 

I quickly opened up my email, and clicked on one of the videos Adonis sent me. I waited impatiently for it to load.

"Here. See? He has your brother in the background!" I pointed out. The last words in that video haunted me.

"I make no apologies for what I've done." Adonis sneered.

"Why would he want to kill my brother and take your sister?"

"You killed his father, and I may or may not have stolen twenty million from him. He wants revenge, same as you and me." I glanced at Ashe, who looked like he wanted to generally kill anybody at the moment.

"Did you love her?" I whispered.

"Yes. I've never met anyone like her. I would give anything to have her back." He walked off,  slamming it on the way out. What is with people and slamming doors?

I was logging off my email when I felt something hard under my ass. Holy shit. He did not have a hard-on right now. I moved my ass to see if it was true.

"I would stop moving if I were you." His husky voice sent chills down my spine.

"Um-uh-I. I'm just going to-yeah. See you later." I bolted out the door, hearing his deep chuckles follow me. I felt an arm wrap around my waist before I could reach my bedroom door.

On instinct, I kicked the persons groin, turned around, and punched their stomach. Realizing it was Shayde, I immediately apologized.

"I'm so sorry! You fucking idiot! What were you thinking? Oh Fuck. I'm super sorry!" 

"Shit, that hurt! Dammit, woman! I would like the chance to have kids one day!"

"I'm sorry! You scared me. I thought you were going to hurt-" I clamped a hand over my own mouth.

"You thought I was going to...hurt you?" He raised his sharp eyebrows at me. His nose ring glinted when it caught the light.

"I-I-"

"I wouldn't hurt you, my little badass." His little badass? That actually didn't sound so bad. 

"Yours?" His tattooed hands reached for my waist, pulling me close to his hard chest. I didn't take a genius to know that he had six pack under his t'shirt.

"Of course. Mine. You will want me as much as you need me." He replied.

"I can't." At this point, I started freaking out. I hadn't had a panic attack in years. 

Why now? 

Shayde's POV

"You thought I was going to...hurt you?" I raised my eyebrows at her. 

"I-I-"

"I would't hurt you, my little badass." Fuck. I accidentally let my nickname for her slip.

"Yours?" She squeaked. I grabbed her waist and pulled her close to me.

"Of course. Mine. You will want me as much as you need me."

"I can't." She began to struggle out of my hold. Her body began shaking like an earthquake. I looked in her eyes, and saw that they were filed with fear, something I've never seen in her before.

"Fuck!" I hissed. This woman does not want me to have any children. After kicking my balls, she bolted for her room, shutting the door in my face. 

What was she hiding?

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Helle Beauties!

Big Announcement! I have come up with a ship name for our two lovebirds! SHAYLE! What do you think? 

By the way, why do we call grass, grass? It makes more sense to call it green earth hair. Just a random thought.

-teambuckybarnes