Chapter-9

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Daily dose of thoughts: Can someone hold my morals please,  I need to punch some people in the face.

Hi guys it's Silvia here, here's a treat even with my exams. I wanted to stop writing for a few months till my exams are over but I just can't, so here it is. Tell me how you guys like it okay? Also once again mature/smut warning!

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A week before,

"Hello, is this Mr. Tyrone?"
I hear as soon as I pick up the phone. I roll eyes. This stupid ass person who ever it is called my personal number asking for me.

" Yes it is, who's this?"
I say with utter disinterest. I hear shuffling from the other side before the phone is passed to another voice, a voice I know well enough, the voice of a debtor, the one keeping my treasure.

"Hello Mr. Tyrone, this is Henry Vasilios speaking."
I roll my eyes at that.
"I know, speak what business what you have with me?"
Mr. Vasilios clears his throat and starts,
" So I was wondering about what we spoke about before, have you decided if you are going to claim Illona or not?"

I raise my brow at that. I can't believe this bastard is talking about giving his daughter which I might add is the heir of the empire away just like that because he wants to relief his family from us Tyrone's. Talk about being a fucked up horrible father.i pity the girl. I roll my eyes.

"No I still have not decided to take your bratty daughter, the choice will be the same for me as well as all the previous generation. I'm busy, Goodbye."
I cut the phone and sigh. I don't even know how a father could give his daughter away so easily. Even before the time I met that little girl her father was after me asking to claim her and forget the debt.

When I met the little girl, she intrigued me but she was but just a small child. Even then her father had been ready to give her away if I wished for it. Whereas Damen, who had been a great buddy of mine at that time never agreed. We were great buds but because of this fucking bastard till now I couldn't clear the misunderstanding between us and I lost him. I sigh again.

I leave my offices and go off to dungeon to let out some steam and deal with the people who dared forget omerta.



Yesterday,

This week has been so fucking hectic. I need to fuck someone's brain out and get drunk. I sigh and ruffle my hair. I get out of my office for my car.

Getting ladies have never been hard for me. They look at me and they are on their knees begging to be used, to be fucked. I finish the last of the documents before I pick up my phone to call one of the usual whores.

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