Chapter Two - The devil's mind, he will make her pay

PAXTON CARSON 

At a tender age, I learned different survival skills, which excluded taking what was not mine and taking another person's life. I detest those and it makes my skin crawl. I grew up in a fucking complex and dysfunctional family filled with secrets and lies and I don't take "NO" for an answer. Especially when it comes to taking what belongs to me. 

I am thirty, and for the past fifteen years of my goddamn life, nobody has ever taken something that belongs to me, and not even a single man has done it because of the repercussion behind it. And now, a mere woman has done it. A single woman has taken what belongs to me and I am going to get it back. 

And if she refuses, I won't hesitate to do to her what I do to traitors.

I am not a man who involves himself in some idle chatters, and I am not one to go to social events, but I broke the rule. I allowed a snake into my social life for just a few hours, and she released loads of venom by making my golden wristwatch, jewelry,y, and money worth five hundred million dollars disappear. 

She could have asked instead of doing something that I hate but today, I will catch her and make sure that she suffers from it. I worked my ass off before gathering all these assets and I don't like to wake up one day and find out that someone has ruined it. 

She wants to be drilled like a whore every day and night, right? Then I will give her what she wants. I will get her, turn her into one of my sex slaves, and torture her till my heart contents. I will show her who is the boss here. 

The door beeped and I needed no one to tell me it was one of my men. I guessed right. Zico walked in with a brown paper, and I cleared my throat, ready to hear the information that I demanded. 

I sat down calmly ready to hear. 

"Speak," I demanded. 

"Linxara Brooke, Age 24. She speaks raw Aussie accent which shows that she is an Australian woman. She lives with her mother who was diagnosed with hypertension and stage IV diabetic foot ulcer. She works as a waitress in the day and a stripper at night to handle her bills." Zico stopped talking and looked at me. 

"Go on..." I muttered and he handed over the brown paper. He continued speaking as I checked out what was in the brown paper. I pulled out the paper to see that it contained the information of the thief who stole my property. My eyes landed on her picture and it left me awestruck. 

In the picture, she is putting on a white turtle neck and a flared pant trouser. She doesn't look twenty-four. She looks rather twenty. Her long hair is in two colors, dark and the tip is white. Her hair was wavy, and that made a smile form on my lips. Oh! What do I want to do to that hair? It will be good for a back shot by the time I am done with her. I licked my lips and then my gaze drifted to her killer body. Her exotic shape and insane beauty. 

Her shape is so sensual. Fuck! Her plump lips. Oh, fuck! What that lips could do to my cock? This thought alone sent a jolt to my brain making blood rush to my cock. Her long lashes made her even more feminine. 

No, no way. No way. I can't be thinking of this. All I asked for was a private lap dance, and she stole what belonged to me. She did it without conscience, not like I have one, but I am going to make her suffer. I will make her pay for what she has done. 

But still...

Something doesn't feel right.

I could see less. "It's her?" Zico asked. 

I nodded. "Of course. Prepare the car. Take me to that goddamn restaurant." I ordered, and without any more words from him, he walked out, and my childhood friend, Max, came in. He has that smiley face, and he is the crazy opposite of me. He is the total opposite of me and I don't know how we are friends in the first place. 

"Hey, buddy!" He flashed a smile and we exchanged pleasantries. "Hey," I replied simply. I am not much of a talker. 

"Still searching for the bitch who stole your property?" He asked. I sighed and dropped the brown envelope in front of him. He grabbed the paper and came across the pictures first. He stared at it and when I felt that he was taking longer on the pictures. "What are you looking at?" I asked. 

"Something doesn't feel right. Is she the one you were ..."

I got up on my feet and cut him off. "Yes, the bitch who stole what doesn't belong to her." 

"And why did you say that? That it doesn't feel right." 

"She looks gentle and...and..." He looked up at me and added, "Soft. Honestly, she doesn't look like she could do it. She doesn't..." I bite my lower lip. I thought that too, but just because she has a soft face doesn't mean she can't do it. I know whores like her. They act gentle and when they have set their hands on what they want, they will vanish into thin air. I will make her pay. 

I ignored whatever words were about to come out of his mouth and slammed the door shut. 

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"Take her!" My voice resonated in the building. 

She looked even better in real life than in the pictures. Her porcelain skin made her stand out amongst the crowd, and she pouted her lips, trying to wiggle away from my men's grip. I will make her learn in the right way. Until she returns what she stole, she ain't getting away from me. 

No one gets away from PAXTON CARSON.