Chapter 2

Harvey could barely keep his eyes open. His entire body was heaving and his clothes were completely soaked with his own blood. His skin was scarred and burnt marks and scars graced his fair skin turning it dsrkish purple. His eyes were heavy and close to giving up as he was made to only stare at the floor which was stained with his sweat and blood combined.

He grunted in more pain when another elbow punched his stomach. He spat out more blood because of the impact and he didn't know how much he could longer he could keep up without passing out or even dying immediately. He wondered who were these goons that surrounded him. He was just an ordinary guy in his early twenties pushing about with his daily life. He hadn't done anyone any harm. He was met with a hard blow on his right cheek. He bet he wouldn't recognize his face if shown through a mirror.

“Take it easy there Frank, we don't want to kill him just yet. The boss wants to meet him first.” One of the goons said to a taller and bulky man whose fists were stained with Harvey's blood. The goon known to be Frank lowered his height and grabbed Harvey by his red hair and spat on his face in anger. Harvey's hands were tied up at both sides while he knelt down with a lowered head all battered and beaten up.

Harvey stared at the goon in horror. Any more shock and he would loose control of his bladder and pee himself. “Do you have any idea why you're even here? Am sure you're wondering but don't worry asshole. You'll soon find out the reason.”

Just then, the seemingly dark warehouse had a bright light pierced through when the doors opened and a tall figure walked in. Three muscular and beastly built men walked behind that tall figure. He wasn't as mightly built as the other goons but his presence screamed far more dark and dangerous aura than any of the big goons in the warehouse.

The warehouse grew dark once more after the entrance was sealed shut and made way for only a peek of light which shone from a distanced window.

“Is he the one?” A dark, chilling deep voice echoed as the sound of his footsteps continued to put the eerie silence inside the warehouse to shame. Harvey hissed as he blinked his half closed swollen eyes. He looked up at that towering figure who had that chilling deep voice just now. All of these made him wonder who these murderers were and why they were after a poor guy like him.

“He's the exact same one boss. He's the bastard who's been sending those threatening messages to Madam.” One of the goons responded coldly as they all made way for their boss to walk further. His pointy black shiny shoes came into the light firstly before the light slowly and magnificently revealed the rest of him. To say he was handsome was an understatement. Even a guy like Harvey who was straight couldn't help but awe at the handsome man before him.

From his black perfectly gelled hair to his deep grey eyes down to his perfect shaped nose to his luscious bow shaped lips. His entire face was sculptured to perfection. It looked like God took his time in creating him or some would say the Devil perfected him. Not just his face but his body was also built to perfection like that of a stallion - Not the bulky kind but the yummy kind.

Harvey could recognize him easily even through his half opened eyes. “M-mr D-De Luan...” He coughed and spilled more of his blood onto the floor.

Stephano turned to the man standing beside him with just one look. The goon understood what his boss wanted and rushed out. In less than three minutes, that same man was back with a chair for his boss to sit down. Stephano sat down with his right leg hanging over his left leg. His posture of seating was like that of a king in his reign. Stephano eyed Harvey with disgust upon seeing how messed up he looked. “Great job boys. You all deserve some big fat asses tonight. I see you've created a wonderful art of him.” Stephano's lower lip curved upward to the side to show a devilish smirk.

“...P-please...why am I-I tied...up li..like this Mr De...Luan?” Harvey asked barely audible as he fought to keep his eyes from shutting forever. “Does the name Angelique Queens ring a bell?” Harvey's once half closed eyes immediately widened like large saucers once that name reached his eardrums. Stephano didn't miss to spot the shock on Harvey's face. It only meant one thing. He was the bastard after Angelique's sanity. His Angelique.

Stephano rose to his feet in a flash which sent the chair to fall down to the floor before he raised his left feet and pressed it on Harvey's head. Stephano's neck became dark pink and his veins popped up. He knew very well that Harvey won't leave through that door but instead his soul would leave to unite with the devil. He made the biggest mistake of his sorry excuse of a life when he dared to mess with his angel. Angelique was his angel and he wouldn't mind tearing the whole world apart if anyone dared to hurt Angelique.

Harvey worked in a small hardware store downtown. A total nerd with big glasses and always kept to himself. No one knew that he was a genius in front of a computer screen and also a scoundrel when it came to hacking into famous celebrities's personal information and details that could ruin their image. Angelique was a famous model and was always on the front covers of famous magazines like Vogue, GQ, Elle and Vanity Fair. Harvey had been threatening many famous people of leaking private information about them to the media which could ruin their public image for many months now in exchange for bundles of money. In the case of female celebrities, he would ask for a cam session with them fully naked. His schemes had been working for so long and he had gotten away not until he decided to target Angelique Queens as his next victim which was a big mistake on his part. He would never have guessed that targeting Angelique would mean his last time at ever seeing the dawn of another day.

Stephano made sure to press his shoe against Harvey's head almost cracking his skull. He then proceeded to placing his other leg on Harvey's neck which immediately cut short Harvey's breathing. His face turned blue overtime from lack of air. His hands were shaking and his eyes were almost bulged out from their sockets. No emotions were visible on Stephano's face as he looked down at Harvey with an expressionless face. Even his goons knew that they weren't to mess with their boss's woman or they would pay by having their heads separated from their bodies.

“You dared to mess with her! You SCUM! NO one dares to mess with my angel and gets away with it. ABSOLUTELY NO ONE!” Stephano roared pushing all of his weight on Harvey's head and neck who was only seconds away from giving in to the grim reaper. He wanted to give him the most deadly punishments which was worse than a quick death but his goons had already done a number on him. He was to die anyways.

Stephano stretched forth his hand out and one of his goons came forward and placed a gun in his hand. “You've ruined my shoes with your dirty blood. Fuckin Bastard!” With that said, he pointed the gun at Harvey's back and pulled the trigger multiple times until he was out of bullets. Harvey's back was filled with bullets holes all over and Stephano couldn't help but draw out another smirk. Seeing the holes on Harvey's back along with splatters of his very own blood looked like a beautiful art piece. He thought of sending a picture of Harvey's lifeless body filled with bullet holes to Angelique but decided against it. The last thing he wanted was for his angel to have a nightmare for a whole week or more.

“Fuck, my shoes are all dirty and my suit is all stained now. I can't go back home looking like this.” Stephano sighed looking down at his clothes which had stains of Harvey's blood. “Verner get me my other clothes from the car. I'll have a change of clothes before heading back home.” He told his right hand before he received a message alert beep from his phone which was in his trousers. He fished out his phone and saw it was from his agent. The penthouse which he had been eyeing for a long time was finally ready to live in. He could finally move in fully and that made him happy. He could finally have his very own space and privacy and not having his little rascal sisters barge into his room every now and then nor always carrying an extra pair of clothes to change into in case his clothes got stained with blood like today.

“Tapo, Frank and Marcus. Take a photo of this bastard and circulate it around the media. Let everyone know what kind of scum he was and then blow up the entire warehouse and leave no loose ends.” Stephano ordered and after sparing one last glare at Harvey's lifeless body, he turned around tucking both hands into his trouser's pockets and walked out of the warehouse. He took in the different vibrant air out in the open before he looked at the huge city from a distance. It was clear they were far from the city.

Verner took out his new pair of ironed clothes from the car and brought it for his boss. Stephano smiled seeing his clothes. They weren't wrinkled in the slightest and were all ironed and folded to perfection. Only one person could have done this. His very own Rose. Only she could have ironed his clothes to be this crisp. Many times he had told her not to bother but the girl never listened and always did what she wanted with his wardrobe. He smiled as he began taking off his clothes and changing into the new one. He veiled his eyes with his black shade and walked back to his car before driving off.