His Vengeance

Chapter 1

Shane

"Sir, we have a problem." I glanced up from my desk, meeting the uneasy gaze of one of my guards by the doorway. His fidgeting posture revealed his nervousness.

Carefully setting my pen down on the scattered pile of paperwork, I observed the guard, whose eyes followed my every move while he nervously cleared his throat. It was no surprise that I had this effect on people. After all, I led the most powerful mafia that ruled over America.

"What is it?" My voice carried a commanding tone, prompting the guard to shift his gaze downward and slide his hand into his pocket.

"Drake Parish has been causing us troubles again."

Drake Parish's name alone sent a chill down my spine. Despite being a small, insignificant drug lord, he had managed to infuriate me on more than one occasion. I had wanted him dead for the past two years and had used every resource at my disposal to track him down. Unfortunately, he remained untouchable. Not because he held equal power or commanded the most influential gang, but because he had connections with other powerful mafias worldwide, shielding him from my reach.

"Have you been able to locate him?" I inquired, maintaining a stern expression.

"No, sir. We tried, but he ambushed us while we were retrieving our supplies," the guard replied, his voice laced with a hint of defeat.

Drake Parish had pushed me to my limits. It was time for payback.

"Leave," I commanded, and the guard promptly exited my office without uttering a word.

Drake Parish knew precisely when to provoke me, to strike when I wasn't expecting it. His actions were a death wish, and this time, I would retaliate without a second thought, making him realize he had chosen the wrong adversary.

Grabbing my phone from the other side of the desk, I dialed the number of my most trusted yet infuriating confidant. Calling him a friend made me cringe, but desperate times called for desperate measures.

He answered after a minute, as I had anticipated. "Well, this is a surprise. What can I do for you, your majesty?" His sarcastic tone grated my nerves.

"I need you to procure anything we can use against Drake Parish. Anything at all, valuable or not. I want something that can weaken him," I demanded. He chuckled.

"Since when did you decide to seek revenge on Drake?" I clenched my teeth in annoyance.

"No questions asked. Just do as I say and find me something. Drake's constant interference in my business has gone far enough. It's time to show him who he has been recklessly challenging."

"What exactly do you want me to do? Target one of his nonexistent family members?" I slammed my fist on the desk.

"Follow my orders and don't bother calling me back unless you have something substantial in hand," I snapped, hanging up and flinging the phone across the desk.

Running my fingers through my hair, I let out a frustrated sigh. When I finally got my hands on Drake Parish, I would make his demise a haunting memory for other gangs and mafias that sided with him—a nightmare for their children and a long-awaited victory for his enemies.

A sudden knock on the door interrupted my thoughts. I glanced up and saw my perfect distraction seductively walking in.

"Hey, baby," Sienna Jordan greeted me with a seductive smirk on her face.

Sienna, one of my best assets in the mafia, knew precisely when I needed her most.

I smiled and watched as she sensually approached me, eventually perching herself on my desk, directly in front of me.

As I traced my finger along her exposed thigh, she pulled me closer by tugging on my necktie.

"I'm here to help you forget everything that's troubling your mind, surrender to your control, and make you feel better," she whispered seductively in my ear. Instantly, a surge of desire coursed through me.

Just as I was about to embrace her, another knock interrupted us. The door swung open without my permission, and there stood the same person I had spoken to on the phone moments ago. He rolled his eyes at the sight of us entangled on my desk.

"Remind me later to shoot anyone who enters without my permission," I snapped at Cameron, my brilliant yet infuriating hacker and friend.

Sienna jumped off the desk, rolling her eyes at Cameron as she left the room, flipping her hair over her shoulder. Adjusting my pants, I glared at Cameron.

"Thanks for the timely interruption. Just what I needed," I said sarcastically, to which he shrugged.

"It was worth it because I have something that surpasses anything you could have expected. Something that will bring Drake Parish crumbling down," Cameron said, smirking.

"When I asked you to find information on Drake, I didn't expect you to bring it personally," I retorted, shuffling the papers on my desk.

"If I had shared it over the phone, you would have called me an idiot. I wanted to discuss it with you in person because what I found is more significant than anticipated," he explained.

Placing a brown folder in front of me, Cameron slid it open, revealing its contents. Papers and photographs spilled out, and I grabbed one, studying it closely.

My frown deepened as I examined the picture of a young woman with brown hair, wearing jeans and a red T-shirt, her sunglasses perched on her face. Flipping through more pictures, I found one of her wearing headphones, glancing to the side.

"What is this?" I asked Cameron, my tone harsh. He reached for another picture, showing the same girl with a bright smile and a clear view of her face.

"That is who you'll use to exact revenge on Drake Parish," I tossed the picture back on the table in disbelief.

"He doesn't have a daughter! He doesn't even have a wife or a family!" I argued.

"He does have a daughter, and that's her. He has done an excellent job of keeping her life a secret, but I happened to stumble upon this valuable piece of information," Cameron explained.

I held up the clipped papers and read the details written on them. Her name was Nicole Parish, but she had been living under the alias Nicole Thompson. At only 22 years old, she had stayed in the UK, studying under the watchful eyes of her father's trusted associates.

"Even if she is his daughter, how will we bring her here? We don't know her current whereabouts or how to bypass her vigilant bodyguards," I inquired, frustration evident in my voice.

Cameron chuckled. "We won't have to do anything to bring her here. Nicole is returning home this weekend."

A plan began forming in my mind as a smile crept across my face. "Easier than I thought. We'll kidnap Nicole Parish the moment she sets foot in the airport."

Cameron nodded, confirming his understanding. "I'll discuss the plan with the guards involved and keep you updated on Nicole's arrival."

I held up the clear picture of Nicole, scrutinizing it intently. A surge of anger and hatred pulsed through me as I gazed at the image of that bastard's daughter. I would exact my revenge on Drake for crossing paths with the wrong person.

And his daughter would be the perfect pawn.

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