Dance Of The Fire In The Rain

Chapter 3

The dark figure in the room sat, cross legged on a chocolate brown leathered broad chair. His 28 year old muscled body had allowed him to sit in that chair for 4 hours without moving an inch. His dirty blond neck long hair turned with his prominent jawed face and red lips as his blue eyes surveyed the room.
It was just how he liked it, dark, except for the little light coming from the fire that danced and licked the wood in the fireplace . He liked how the light bounced on the wall, just enough to showoff the paintings that covered the four walls in the room.

Fascinating, he thought, how some of the worlds most prized paintings, some even priceless, hung on his wall in his special room and they belonged to him.
He'd killed for some of these paintings.                               

Shifting in his chair, he smiled at the thought, of course it was a small price to pay for his babies. None of those low classed people knew just how precious these paintings were to him and no one dared to stand in his way when it came to his master pieces.

They were his obsession, he desired nothing else, his greed over them grew more as he added them one by one into his collection, just as he was planning to do on the Oscar Levine piece.
As someone who was in the selling business for long, he knew it was worth millions, but as he often did for some 'special ' paintings he wasn't going to sell this one but add it to his most priced collection.

Now all he had to do was deal with the obstacle before him. The family. They currently owned the painting and did not want to part with it, even for millions because they claimed it was passed down generation to generation in the family.

Feeling an itch, he rose from the chair and walked towards the red wine and glass on the table. Pouring himself a full glass which he rarely did, he drank half the glass and angrily smashed the rest against the floor.
How dare they refuse him?, the thought had upset him. He tried to be nice, but some people just never learned and preferred the hard way, so it was time for plan B.

If some gum got stuck on his shoe, he had no choice but to remove it. He had it all planned out, he had his plan arranged according to everyone's schedule in that mission, the maids, the cooks, the family members and visitors, but now he had to start afresh because of a little low class thing that got employed as a maid and starts working tomorrow.
Now he had to start afresh and foresee her schedule as well so it does not clash with the time when the painting is to be stolen.

He knew everything that went on in that house and had eyes and ears everywhere too.
This was going to be fun, he thought as he confidently sat back on the chair, sinking into it and closing his eyes .

Hey guys so this was chapter 3 .please tell me what you think, who is this mysterious man and see if you can give him a name. A mysterious name or dangerous your pick :).Please vote and comment please :) .I can't wait to see what you guys write .