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2024-11-13 19:26:22Dare
The morning sun springs up in the sky, I sit on the sofa in the living room staring at a door that catches my view. I had given her just one rule, never step out of the room without my permission. I have no idea why I want her to defy me, why I want her to open that door and step out. Ofcourse I would feel good about punishing her, a little gore play doesn’t hurt. The sound of the door bell catches my attention and I make my way to the door. An unexpected guess stands there with a smile on his face. “Dare, it’s been a while” Mark says. He is wearing a blue Jean on a black leather jacket clad with his combat boot. I spot the BMW right behind him and he turns his eyes to it. “Sweet ride don’t you think” he asks and I give him a slight nod. Mark and I have been buddies, we work for the same organization until I left and decided to start afresh. When he first joined us, he was a naive little boy who needed a family, I thought him everything he knew, made sure he could stay on his back on his own. He was my right hand man, I’m certain that when I left he took over my position. “Why are you here?” I ask leaning on the door, the urge to let him in was the last thing I thought of. I didn’t want him in my home, especially now that I have company. Mark thinks like me, women are nothing but prey in our eyes, a means to do whatever we want with them. He didn’t know that before until I showed him what it was like to dominate a woman, to have her crawl to him, to beg for his mercy and his touch. “Aren’t you going to let me in?” He answers and brushes past me into the house. Despite working for the same organization, we wanted different things and that was what grew us apart, we were only alike when it came to work. I had his back and he did mine, if we didn’t work together then we would be dead by now and we both knew that. His combat boots create shoe prints on my ombré tiles, I frown at it but his unregistered access into my home is what boils me up. “This is cool” he crosses his leg and his hands tap on the side table beside him. I fold my arms together watching him, he has something to say and he is taking his damn time to tell me. He knows i am fucking impatient, he is trying to tick me off. I lean on the brown walls, my left leg raised up, my hands on my chin. He had grown a few inches and the Mustache underneath his nose reminding me of how mature he has grown. He moved forward, the sofa makes a crumbling sound, he has his elbows on his knees and then he looks up to me. “Something happened Dare” I blink my eyes showing forth an expressionless face, anything could happen, he has to be more specific if he wants a reaction from me. “The Boss, Mr Klaus is dead” he informs me. I fucking know that, I was the one who killed him but I would never tell him that. “What happened to him?” I ask instead, allowing the damn conversation to continue. Mark wasn’t smart enough to suspect me and even if he did, he had no evidence. I made sure there was no witness or clue left at the crime scene, except her but she won’t be a problem right now. He let out a sigh, I don’t know if he was affected by Boss death or he was just overreacting. We have never met him, the closest we got was hearing his voice as he sent us on assignment that claim our lives. None of us has seen his face, he made it that way so that he could never be traced. It took me eleven years to find out who he was, only his secretary could see him and talk to him. He was a retired general and there was nothing in this world that you would do to him to make him spill, I tried. “He was murdered along with his family, the news is only shared amongst us, not many people know it” He looks away from me, fixing his focus on his shoes, the room becomes silent. He pulls back up to me and I match his gaze, was he expecting me to say something. We had no relation to the man who except business. My eyes catch sight of the blood residues in his finger, he was coming from there and came over to tell me the news. “I am going to find the motherfucker who did this to him and I am going to make him pay” he threatened. “If you need anything don’t hesitate” I replied, it was the least I could do. Not like I cared about the man’s death, it was his fault for crossing me. I had dreamed of taking his life for a long time and just when he messed up, I seized the fucking opportunity and did what I had to do. I don’t care if the gang comes after me, I will kill them one by one until I am the only one standing. He bolts to his feet, “Thank you” he says and makes his way to the door. “Mark” I call before he could step out. He sharply turns towards me, “Congratulations” “For what” “You are now the head of the gang” I inform him and he nods. With my absence, he was now in charge of the brothers. He would be the one receiving orders from the higher ups, he had several men to feed and train. I couldn’t be more proud of the boy I had raised. “Thanks” I turn away moving towards the couch, I hear the door shut but the footsteps drew much closer until his eyes were now on me. A considerable amount of distance between his legs, his brows breached downwards and forward and those brown eyes darkened. “How is it that you left us not long ago and three days later, the boss is dead?” He asks.
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