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Chapter 1 |

what's worse a mob brother or a bratty enemy?

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Rare are those whose smile brighten up the entire room. Hers did that. Maybe it was her goofy attitude or her ability to crack jokes at the most inappropriate moment of times. But she is rare and special.

She is Rori Zoe Ryan.

My best friend, my sister, and is the only person I want to be around.

"You should at least consider," she says drinking her drink.

I snorted, okay maybe she is not that great.

"No, I'm not getting my nipples pierced. Done deal."

She sneakered. "But they look so hot. I can already imagine the news, Beryl Montgomery - claiming her unofficial title - a slut."

"Wow, Ouch," I said.

My phone ringed, frowning I take out my phone from the purse. I specifically told Cecilia, my secretary to not disturb me tonight. She had one job.

A private number huh? I pressed green and picked up the call. Putting my finger on my lips to tell her to not make a noise for the moment.

"Yes?"

"Beryl," the person on the other end says.

"Who is this?" I ask.

"Can't remember my voice, Bee. And I thought I'm not that easy to forget."

Of course, it's this prick.

"Jeramy Kauris."

The owner of the Kauris group. Our company made a deal with his group. But the Kauris group of industries has an old habit of betraying everyone around them. And they did, they played us over.

Making money off of poor and innocent people is his forte and I don't want any part of this, however tempting it may be.

That doesn't mean I work in the nicest way possible.

My mother used to say, "Always look on the bright side." I say "Mum Bright hurts my eyes."

Which is why.

I don't trust this man.

He's a devil disguised by his sunshine smile. Young but too old for his age.

He's bad news. Most of all, for my company.

"Straight to business, like always Ms.Montgomery you know how much I like this trait about you."

I snorted.

"We have nothing to talk about, Jeremy. Find someone else."

"You think I didn't try? I can't find someone else. You are the best in the business. Do this for me little Bee, you don't want to know what else I can do."

is that a threat?

I narrowed my eyes at the audacity of this man.

"I don't care what you can and can't do. You fucked your chance with my company, period."

"This won't end well for you."

I just huffed and canceled the call. I don't like happy endings anyway.

"Where were we?"

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I relaxed back after inhaling a pretty good line of coke. The loud music is loud enough to suppress the screams of my enemies who by the way are getting butchered upstairs.

I pointed at a lusty waitress standing there holding whiskey. "you, come here."

The crowd of this pub is pretty aware of our presence, which explains why they are no more people dancing. Pubs get empty when people like me enter there. not out of respect though, it's our of fear. which is good, fear is good. They should fear us.

I didn't even have to say anything to the waitress she handles me a glass, already straddling me.

coke-crazed whore.

still not bothering to get her off me I savored the taste of whiskey in my mouth. I love the peppery, astringent drink damning my mouth with the smoky taste. My father used to love this drink. loved it so much that it destroyed his liver and killed him.

But you know what they say, love the things you like and watch them kill you.

My lips curled in a smirk as a very loud scream pierced through the air.

The blondie on my lap, lifted her hands to my chest, caressing the material of my jacket. She has a pretty hot ass, I can feel that.

"соблазнительная сука."

Her movements are working, im getting hard. I stole one glance at the room, examining the condition of this place and also the time, it will take some more time.

I finished up my drink, grabbed her hand, and stood up. There are private rooms here.

We can test her skills here.

Within minutes her top is off and she is on her knees, pleasing me.

She is sucking me off good, but not hard enough. After about 10 minutes of her just trying to make me cum, I yanked her onto the bed, ready to bury myself into her.

But, god the fuck dammit!

my phone buzzed.

And as much as wanted to ignore it I can't. It can be someone important.

Pussy is never that important.

I raised a brow at the caller id. Am I that drunk or is this a prank call? Because there is no chance in hell my brother is calling me.

The same brother who hasn't talked to me since I walked out of the family business.

" Little J," I answered, deliberately teasing him with the nickname he hates the most.

"You called me? Must be something important."

"It's Jeremy, and yes it's important. I want something."

Of course, he does. I can go and curse him and blame him for everything wrong with my life, but that's a pussy move. And I'm not a pussy.

He is my little brother at the end of the day, who cares if he runs a multi-million company and me? I'm just a low life criminal.

A corrupt lowlife.

"Mhmm, how can I help you?"

He sucks in a breath."I need your help with something. More specifically someone."

My brother knows what type of business I do. So, this is be something dirty.

"Seriously? You are calling me so I can do your dirty work. That's not fair little J."

"Brother, please. I want this."

"Fine, meet me tomorrow for lunch. I'll text you the details," I said cutting the call.

I threw my phone on the nearest chair, going to her. "Now, where were we?"

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"Seriously here?" Jeremy says as he takes a seat at my table. I had to call him for lunch, I decided to be at my place.

I smirked taking a long puff from my cigarette. "Why? You don't like my place? What is wrong? Are there not enough servants for you?"

He folds his legs over others leaning back, "I want you to threaten someone," he looks down at the tea. "scare her more precisely."

I furrowed, "Her? Don't tell me you can't handle a girl."

"She's not just a girl. She's the spoiled princess of the wealthiest man of New York, who thinks she is some big Shit."

"Mhmm." I mean it's obvious whoever this chick is, she is bothering my brother more than he is willing to accept.

"I want her to sign, this fucking deal with her and be done with that bitch."

"What's the name?"

He finally takes a sip, making a disgusting face. "Beryl Montgomery."

First thought, what in the rich people's name is this? Beryl Montgomery, wait the name sounds familiar.

where have I heard it?

where.

where.

"Daughter of Tommy Montgomery?"

Tommy is the sole expert of art in the rich people's circle. Whenever a rich person wants to invest their black money into white by investing them into art they call him. Man thinks he has an eye for design. We all know it's just the money.

He nodded.

"Didn't know he had a daughter."

"He never married her mother, everyone knows she is a bastard."

I nodded. "10 million dollars in my account by tomorrow."

His round eyes met mine. "What?"

I smirked. "What? Just because we are related doesn't mean shit. This is my business, and you are a high-profile client. You want the work done, you gotta pay up."

He gives me a disappointed loom. Nothing I haven't already seen before. He has the luxury to live on the money of our parents, some of our work for a living.

"Fine."

"Good, what do you have in mind."

"I can send you the address, it's about time I talk to her, face to face."

"Good, very good."

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"what is taking so long?" Jeramy asks slapping my table hard. My brother is an impatient man, and impatience never get a man anywhere.

"What did you expect? She has High-level security following her every move, we can't just break into her multi-dollar apartment. Things like this, they take time."

when he looked unconvinced I threw the file sitting on my desk at him. "open this."

he eyes it skeptically before opening it. A smirk formed my lips at his reaction, "why are you stalking her?" he says which made me drop my smirk. "the fuck you mean? I'm not the creep here, you are the one who can't handle her. For me to just go point a gun at her head I need information."

He didn't bother reading the file, he threw it back again on the table. "fine, what did you find?"

other than the fact my dick sort of twitched at her image, "nothing much, father never loved her but you know how family business only goes to the family she fought for her position, mother has been out of the picture for years she has a stepbrother who will sooner or later kick her out of this company, and yeah a best friend. Pretty boring life if you ask me."

Just like when we were little he smirked mischievously. "rumors have it, they slept together."

"they? as in she slept with her stepbrother?"

"Mhm."

I remember looking at her picture from before, she looked pretty fucking naive to me but then again this can be the prime example of never judging a book by its cover.

"We will go today," I inform him earning a smile from him.

He really hates this bitch.

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"This is her house?" my brother asks looking around the lawn. To be honest for a young millionaire this house sure looks like a shithole. In the middle of nowhere with the silliest structure, I've ever seen.

the whole week my men have taken an eye on her and nothing about her is out of sorts. She wakes up early every day works out and goes to the office. Occasionally she goes out for a drink and yeah regularly visits her fancy shrink.

There is obviously something wrong with this chick, which is why I've been sending her little warning notes and dead flowers from the last week. she needs to be scared of us if we want her to sign this deal. Let's hope it works in our favor.

Jeramy noticed my men with guns and asks, "make sure this won't get a lot bloody, I don't want blood on my new Lauren shirt."

Remind me why I haven't kicked his ass yet. "The security of this place has already been compromised. All thanks to - me."

All her actual guards are already replaced by ours. Told you I'm the worst in this business.

"Let's go," I said telling him to take a lead. It's his matter, anyway.

We entered the foyer to find the place lit with dim light and surprisingly very quiet and empty. I signaled one of my men to start breaking things.

She will come down soon enough when she notices the voices. I took a seat in the middle of the sofa. Crossing my legs over each other I looked at my brother.

He shrugs and directs his attention to the stairs waiting for her to come down.

The faint voice of her footsteps was heard first before her body came into view.

She came out wearing nothing, well technically she is in a robe. Which hugs her body in all the right places, I can imagine the tall legs behind the material or her firm breasts peeking out of the thin fabric.

"What the fuck?" Her voice got me out of the haze. I noticed the snare on her face along with the knife in her hands. She seriously came out with a knife all while wrapped in a napkin.

Her dark hair is tied above her head in a messy bun if you look closely you can see the water dripping from her forehead. Looking like a temptress.

"I told you I'll stop at nothing," Jeramy says glaring at her.

She reciprocated his glare. Her face got red from anger - which I must say is not what I expected. Anyone else would be scared shitless in a situation like this. I mean it's not daily around 10 men break into your house armed.

She descended the stairs giving me a perfect show of her hips. "And this is how you play? Bringing these scumbags into my house."

She looks around again. "I can guarantee you gentleman whatever this man offered you I can pay you the double. consider my offer, don't be as stupid as this man right here," she says pointing at my brother.

I clenched my jaw. "That's enough," nobody insults my brother or my men. "tie her," I order.

Her blazing gaze met mine and we hold each other glare for a good minute before my men grabbed her. "You don't know who I am!! I will destroy you, fucking let me go."

He pushed her down on a chair stuffing her mouth with the kitchen cloth. "No," she tries to fight but he pushed the fabric ball into her mouth.

She settled her gaze on me, staring me down. All the fight in her made her robe lose, rendering me a nice view of her chest.

"Sign me the fucking deal by Saturday, or we can wait here and see what he can do to you," my brother growled.

This crazy devochka somehow manages to spit the cloth out of her mouth. Her expression turns from disgust to smiling hysterically like he had cracked the funniest joke.

she laughed like everyone else but her in the room is stupid. "you sure are a little weak in the head, what did happen, daddy dearest dropped you in the bathroom?"

this bitch.

"Enough," I yelled silencing her attempt to appear stronger.

"fuck you," she still yells.

Don't strangle her. Dont strangle her. Dont strangle her.

I can see why my brother hates her, can't say I'm not tempted to kill her. She wants everyone to see she is not afraid of me. Guess what devochka life is never that fair.

I made my way towards her, her flowery scent filling my nostrils. Just like any other girl, I don't know what I saw in her moments ago. She looks fucking average to me right now.

I leaned in closer to her snaking my arm around her neck and yanking her head to me. "Don't mistake my patience for anything else, do as he says or I will chop your little body into more pieces than you can count and feed you to my dogs."

A felt strange satisfaction when I see her lips tremble. Good, crying means fear, fear means to win.

I closed the remaining distance between us getting into her face. "Say you understand."

She opened her mouth, "fuc-" I pressed her jaw harder, hard enough for it to hurt. "Say you understand," I gritted.

her eyes are burning holes in my face.

"I understand," she grits.

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