Chapter 4

A painful scream echoed through the walls of the dark room. It seemed like someone was being tortured from days and just wanted to be free from all it but the tormentor of that person was not ready to let them have some easy death. After few seconds, another painful scream echoed in the room again and then suddenly the lights flicked on illuminating the room.

The man who was the victim was tied to a chair and his battered up face was looking so horrible that it could make a person puke at him. His eyes black, blue and swollen, his lips busted and mouth bleeding, his jaw bruised and his face was unrecognizable. He whimpered when he looked down at his body which was full of deep cuts and wounds.

Suddenly shiny shoes came into his vision which made his to raise his head and his eyes came in contact with the pair of stormy grey eyes. His body started trembling and whimpers started to escape his mouth. All he wanted was to die at that moment but the merciless, emotionless man standing in front of him was not ready to let him die so easily.

He was looking like a grim reaper but not taking his soul away. That pair stormy of stormy grey eyes belonged to none other than Zavier and the in front of him was none other the man for whom he was waiting for in the club that day. Zavier took a step closer to that man while he tried to shrink in the chair which was not possible.

Zavier grabbed a bottle from the floor beside the chair and opened the cap which made the man to shake his head side to side in denial but the latter didn't care. Turning the bottle upside down he poured all the acid down on the man's wounds earning toe curling and nail biting scream from him which could make shiver to ran down anyone's spine but Zavier was the exception.

"Si no quieres que te saque las tripas y te las dé de nuevo, entonces dime a quién le vendiste la información." Zavier said in his commanding tone but the man was in too much pain to hear him.

(Translation: If you don't want me to pull your guts out and feed them to you again, then tell me to whom did you sell the information.)

In return the man only whimpered which angered Zavier more but his face was blank as ever. He never shows his emotions at his face, which is his biggest strength and the people around him can't tell what goes on in his mind. He was running out of patience and the man's whimpering was not helping him either.

He just wanted to rip his head out of his body but before that he had to find out that to whom this man had sold the information of his business. When he was going through his company documents he found a loop hole and understand someone was leaking the important information of his company so that his rivals were getting all of his projects.

After he ordered his men to find out the culprit, they didn't even take hours to find out the culprit who was none other than the HR of the finance department. He already knew danger was looming over his head so suddenly he disappeared which confirmed the slight suspicion of Zavier. Since that day, his men were finding him like dogs and finally he found him.

When he asked that girl to get out from that room his gaze went to the ground floor, someone had informed him of his arrival that day in the club. Few minutes later, that man came and Zavier took no time to grab him and bring him to his place where he forgets the difference between human and animal, not that he cares about it in general but here he becomes worse than a beast.

"¡Dime! ¿A quién le vendiste esa información? ¿Eran los Fernández?" Zavier shouted back handing him and then clutching his jaw in his tight grip.

(Translation: Tell me! To whom did you sell that information? Were they the Fernandez's?)

When the man didn't answer him and kept whimpering in pain, Zavier understood he was too much loyal to his master and he didn't like that fact. Growling like an animal he took his gun out and placed it in that man's mouth earning some more whimpers from him.

"¡O me lo dices ahora o te dejaré boquiabierto! ¡¡Maldito hijo de puta!!" he said clenching his fist because it was the past string of his patience.

(Translation: Either you tell me now or I'm blowing your mind off! You fucking motherfucker!!)

The man was about to shake his head in denial but before he could Zavier shot all the guns down his throat emptying the barrel of the gun. The man's blood splattered everywhere but he was still not satisfied. He kicked the chair and let the dead body fell on the ground with a thud.

"Tiger!!! Tizen!!!" He shouted loudly in the dark corner and immediately two big doberman ran out which were obviously Tiger and Tizen, just like Zavier mentioned.

Their sharp canines out ready to tear that dead body away. It seemed like they were waiting for his order only. Zavier shooed them towards the dead body and they immediately latched on the dead body tearing it apart. The blood and shreds or skin splattered everywhere including the walls.

Zavier left the dogs with the dead body and wiped the blood off his face. Fixing his coat, he drove off towards his company with a pissed mind because he had to the bloodshed in the early morning which ruined his whole mood. Within twenty minutes, he reached the company and got out of the car tossing the car keys to one of his guards.

As he started to enter the building the whole staff straightened up and all the chaos stopped. There was pin drop silence and everyone bowed and greeted him while he kept waking and ignoring everyone. Entering inside the elevator he pressed the buttons for the floor on which his office was. When the elevator closed everyone breathed in relief and again the chaos started.

Zavier reached at the top floor and walked out of the elevator. Only his secretary is allowed to visit at that floor. When he started walking towards the cabin his secretary immediately came out of his small office and stared following him. He was looking quite young, in his mid twenties with a nervous look at his handsome face.

When Zavier settled down at his chair his secretary stood in front of him with his eyes lowered and nervous expression at his face. He always gets scared of Zavier and gets intimidated by him. He was also of clumsy nature but Zavier didn't kick him out yet, due to his skills and intelligence. The more clumsy he is, the more skillful, professional and passionate he is about his work which makes Zavier to let go of his clumsiness all the time.

"Buenos días, señor García." the man who was his secretary greeted him knowing the morning will not be good anymore for him.

(Translation: Good morning, Mr. Garcia.)

When his stormy grey eyes took a look at his face and registered the nervous expressions he understood something was there which he will not be pleasant to his ears and increase his high temper more. Zavier tried to keep his calm and looked at the poor scared man in from of him again, who was looking down at the floor.

"¡Dispara a Xander!" Zavier said which made a shiver ran down to that man's spine. He took a deep breath and decided to tell his boss the 'not so good news'.

(Translation: Shoot Xander!)

Xander Perez, the secretary of Zavier Garcia who was sweating profusely till now opened his mouth to spill out the information to his boss.

"Jefe, los Fernández nos arrebatan el nuevo proyecto de Ivanov Textiles & Co.. La empresa ni siquiera está preparada para la pérdida que afrontaremos después de que se retiren y, sin ningún aviso legal, nos entregaron el proyecto. de nosotros a los Fernández." Xander let out all the information in a go and was ready for his boss to turn the whole table upside down on him.

(Translation: Boss, the new project of Ivanov textiles & Co. is taken away from us by the Fernandez's. The company isn't even ready for the loss we will face after they withdrawal and without any legal notice to us they handed the project from us to the Fernandez's.)

When few minutes passed away and no loud reaction came from Zavier, Xander slowly raised his eyes and peeked at his face. He was looking so calm which didn't shock him because being his secretary for five years he knew the more calm his boss was looking the more anger would be coursing through his veins.

Then he saw Zavier's fist at the desk clenching again and again. He knew how much he loathes the Fernandez family and from few years many time it happens, that either he snatches their projects or they snatches his projects. No one, knows what personal rivalry he has with the Fernandez's. Being the equal powerful no one backs away and the beef is going on and on.

"Puedes irte ahora." Zavier said to Xander dismissively because he had a lot in his mind already and had to think about it alone.

(Translation: You can go now.)

Xander didn't want to be the prey of his anger so he immediately left. Zavier opened his laptop and surfed through his mails and went to the mail of the man who he had personally hired to keep his eyes on the Fernandez family. When he started to find if there was something important and useful information for him.

Then he noticed there was one which said the Fernandez brothers were deciding to send Agustin Fernandez their son to America but the reason was still not clear which left him a little confused and at edge because they didn't have any business there, as far as he knows and they were not that much active in underworld too. He wondered for what they were sending their son to America.

He told his man to follow Augustin to America and keep his eyes on him at his every single action while he sent his another man to keep his eyes on Fernandez family because he didn't want to leave a slightest chance of ruining the Fernandez family. After he was done instructing his men he started to do his other work and going through more important files.

He spent hours in completing all of his work regarding the ongoing and upcoming projects. When he was done he stood up from his chair and noticed it was completely dark which was nothing new for him. He spends his whole day drowned in work and leaves after the whole staff leaves. He wrapped up his things and left the building because the guards were incharge of the security after he leaves.

He drove back to his penthouse. He lives alone from for ever and he doesn't care if he is coming late or early because no one was there to care about. He reached the building and entered inside the elevator. Reaching at the door of his penthouse he entered inside the penthouse which was devoid of any humanly presence. Locking the door he walked further.

He knew that his house help Daisy Dukes who was a lady in her late forties has already left. She cleans, cooks and takes care of his penthouse the whole day and only she is allowed to enter here. He went to the kitchen and saw the food which was already left for him by daisy but he wasn't in the mood to have any food as usual.

He walked out of the kitchen and took a look at his penthouse with dark interior just like his personality. He is so alone in his life that sometimes he feels like a ghost to himself. Sighing he went to his bedroom and took a shower. Getting in more comfortable clothes he took out some drinks and started having his own company not realizing when he passed out at the couch only.