Have mercy on me

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Sebastian smiled from ear to ear like a chesire cat as he saw the crowd of people that waited for him at the venue. His ego that already was touching the roof grew by some inches and was more dangerous to him than helpful. Upon seeing the Morettis there too, his eyes immediately searched for the media instead of his fiancé.

His entrance was shown on each news channel in the East and he couldn't be happier. His father, who was just as sly as the son, smiled too at the victory. They had successfully stolen designs from men in the West and used them to gain both money and power. Now everyone would see how intelligent and powerful Sebastian Williams was and the Morettis presence would make him more powerful than others in society. Not to mention, that the princess of the East was his wife-to-be.

"We are now here live watching the grand entrance of Mr. Williams as he enters, what will be, his biggest accomplishment yet. The biggest launch of his new designs along with a reveal of the first car made!" the voice of an interviewer could be heard in a distance and he walked into the venue proudly, smiling and greeting his guests. He made sure not to hug the women so close and rather squinted his face in disgust as he saw that they had caked on their makeup. His snobby ways were hard to let go of, considering that he had always been like that.

It was after a while that he suddenly remembered Celina. In the midst of boosting his own ego, he had forgotten his fiancé. He looked around the venue alert, ready to flaunt the girl to the greedy men who despite of having wives, would inspect her like a toy. However, he was met with the face of Patrick, the guard he assumed would know about Celinas whereabouts.

"Excuse me, have you seen my fiancé?" his posh accent boomed to Patrick, who was still shaken from what had happened to him. And what was about to go down.

Patrick nodded eagerly and smiled widely to seem normal: "Yes, yes. I last saw here in my room at the back" he lied and gave the sly man directions that would lead to hell. Sebastian nodded, without thanking, and started his journey to find Celina. Patrick let out a breath of relief as the man's figure disappeared in the crowd of people. "God have mercy on him. He will need it" he mumbled to himself, as he thought about how badly Sebastian would be hurt. He assumed that a snobby guy like him had never even dared to kill an insect. Which was true, Sebastian was more sneaky than brave. That was the whole reason to why he had manipulated Celina into marrying her with the support of his own father.

Jay who stood nearby, inspected the whole exchange and smirked in victory. He did not know that the man infront of him was the same man that Mathilda, his girlfriends mother, had spoken about. It was rather good for them, having in mind his temper.

On the other side of the venue, Hades sat confidently in the big chair and waited. He had successfully stored all the files in a brief case and removed his mask to greet his guest. He really had meant it when he had said that the leader of Cosa Nostras was back. After hearing what Sebastian had said to his father about abusing Celina, Hades was livid. The flashback off Amalia getting raped was enough to trigger his emotions. He had done been able to save her, but he would never let another woman get abused like that in his presence. The time he had sitting there, waiting for Sebastian, was enough for his monsters to convince him that he was not the bad guy in this scenario. It was Sebastian who needed a beating and Hades would do just that. Scare him enough for him to not abuse Celina again. That would help and if not, he would be back. By now he adjusted his mask to cover his face again.

"That will work" he muttered to himself as the door opened to reveal Sebastian. Not a single second went by before he knew that something was wrong.

"What are you doing, sitting in my chair. You piece of scum" Sebastian scowled and made a face of disgust upon seeing a waiter sitting in his seat. How could someone so poor, such as a waiter, sit in the masters seat? He thought to himself.

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