Saphire

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IVAN's

"Wait!" A warm, soft and tiny hand stopped him from getting all mad at the man that involves his business. The warm that he was feeling by just a single touched made him feel like heat spread across his stoned cold body. It was a good heat though. And surprisingly, he didn't lashed out with the touch.

He looked at the girl and found her very beautiful ocean eyes that was curtained by her thick long lashes. She seems to always wear that natural blush in her puffy cheeks. A small nose and a pink plump lips. She start to be conscious and takes her hands off of his arm.

He don't know if she was tempting him by biting her lower lip. He wanted to groan in frustration.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to touch you like that. Its just that, youre looking too mad. Please, talk it out with you and Roger instead." She said looking down at her hands. Her voice makes his inside churn with unfamiliar feelings he never let himself feel for years now. He wanted her to touch him. Feel her soft skin against his. However he forced himself to not be involved at the moment. She can't be with him. A fragile girl like her can never fit into his cruel world. But instead of pushing her away, he looked at her with warmth.

"What's your name?"

Three words came out softly in his lips. It was so vaguely unfamiliar of him to do so with other people but the girl with big blue eyes was an exception. Something with her pulled him to the depth of a very unknown feelings.

She looked at him with those ocean eyes and he can't help but stare and get drowned.

"Saphire. My names Saphire." She said confidently. He nods at her and turn to look at Roger.

"I want to talk to you in private." He said to Roger still in an authorative voice. Roger nods eagerly and gives Saphire a small smile. As much as Ivan wants to shoot Roger in between his eyes, he can't, he became wary of her presence. He felt lik this man is somewhat important to her so he remain calm. And everyone knows the calm him can be easily tick.

"My name's Ivan Vasiliv, Saphire. It's very nice....seeing something new." He said turning to Saphire. He knows now what he wants her for. He needed to know everything about her. Now he plans to keep her on his reach. Not just that but he will also kill anyone that will keep her away from him.

"I'm not going to put flowers in my words Mr. Vasiliv. I'm sorry about the delay of payments. I just have to use the money for my wifes treatment." Roger said, looking down his feet.

Ivan never really felt pity towards whatever reasoning his clients do to fail his business with them but atleast now was an exception. It might have to do with the woman he took a liking minutes ago just outside the office door. Still, his business comes first before anything else. In just a blink of an eye, his mood turn stoic and grim.

"You, of all my trusted clients knew what I am capable of Mr. Santos. I hated delay so much. I could've ended you right here, right now." Ivan said grimly. Roger cowered in fear, tears threatened to pull out of her eyes. He knelt down and cried his heart out. He does'nt want to die. He doesnt want to live his ill wife yet.

"Sir, please forgive me. I will think better of my actions next time. Please, I will do everything you say."

"Hmmm... how about the Vegas Shipment last Monday, Roger? Do you think you and the others with you can fucking trick me with a dull plan? Where's my goddamn money!"

Now that he mentioned it, the scared face of the man kneeling in the floor turns more paler this time. He hated liars. He hates betrayal. Everyone knows he's a good businessman but they also knew he could be ruthless. He's not just a mere bikers president for show. He's adamant, cruel and can kill you with a snap of his finger. Everybody knows not to cross his line.

"I-I-I was there! But i-i-it was never my intention to be part of them s-s-sir! Mr. Vasiliv, I would give you my two hands & feet just so you could spare me with that. I would never  cross you!"

The rage he felt inside couldn't be better than to kill those bastard who dare betray him and stole his money, oh how nice of the idea to kill them piece by piece. He smirk,  an evil one. He looked at Roger darkly and the poor man nervously gulped.

"Write the fucking names & I'll make sure they will not going to be alive the next dawn."

Roger hastily scribbled the names he knew for sure will be found dead tomorrow. He can't help the sweat that trickled down his face.

"I still need your hands too...and your feet" Ivan said and the old man halt his writing and looked at smirking Ivan with scared face. "Why? Aren't you happy you're still going to live?"

In just a blink of an eye, Ivan swiftly cut two fingers of Rogers. "Don't you dare scream.... or I'll cut everything. Tsk tsk. Now now, Roger. You should be thankful I would spare your hands and feet....for now. But if anything of this happen again. I will not hesitate to end you."

Roger, dropped to his knees and wrapped his bleeding hand enough to stop the blood to flow more.

Ivan took the paper and hurriedly walk outside the office. In his peripheral view he saw her looking up at him. But he contained the urge to go to her and ease the madness he got on his mind. He has people to kill. People to make them pay. He motioned to one of his men, Grim. Once an ex navy, now his trusted assasin.

"Make sure she gets home safe." Grim nodded.

He walked out the front porch, revved his bike. And ride his way to wherever hell he has to find the ones who crossed him.