Chapter 5

Killian

My arms grew more and more tired while lifting the 100kg weight, I clearly need to go to the gym more often. I felt my muscles tightening so I dropped the weight back onto the holder guards and brought myself up drinking my water while trying to catch my breath.

I didn't usually like going to gyms with too many people because I didn't like being noticed.

My eyes began to scan the room while I caught my breath.

Everyone there either looked like they had been to the gym for years or it was there first day, there was no in between. I looked up and down all of these men and women trying to exercise their health problems away and keep fit. All of a sudden my eyes locked onto a familiar body. The most perfect body I've ever laid my hands on.

It's her.

Her curves were perfect, even better than perfect they were just indescribable. Her gorgeous back was facing me and I moved closer to her frame.

My size compared to hers was wildly different. My stature was tall, broad whereas hers quivered after feeling my presence.

"Hey baby" I growled in her ear making sure she knew it was me. I left Amara to do her job although I don't like the fact that she trains with other guys, they get way too close to her and I hate it. She doesn't realise that they only want one thing from her.

Just knowing that she is a fitness trainer makes her even sexier in my eyes and I don't even know how that's possible. I need to be alone with her again I just have to. I take my phone out of my pocket before betting into my car.

"Antonio I need you to pick up Amara from the gym I've just started training at" I told him while starting up my car. The whirr of the engine gave out a loud roar as it reversed out of the parking space.

"What time sir?" He immediately answered back.

I thought about it and I actually didn't find out what time she finished work.

"Just wait for her until she gets out" I commanded.

"And where is it that I'm taking her to?" He followed.

"My house”

"Okay boss" he answers.

I end the call and make my way back to my home.

My house was one of grandness and stature. It was in a secluded area where things were quieter and more private. There's nothing worse than living in the city where disgusting people try to invade themselves in your personal life. And drugged up homeless litter the streets begging for money, and at a change of "getting a new life" whereas everyone knows it's just the drugs they're after.

I prefer a more quiet environment where people around mind their own business and don't come knocking on the door if they were to hear a gunshot or maybe two.

As a child I grew up rich but I never wanted to inherit my parents money because then I wouldn't have earned it the hard way. I would never have experienced the things that I have and be the man I am today. Resilient, dominating and respected.

Every dime of money I earned my self, usually through crazy methods, but my business was something I was passionate about and therefore I worked hard to be able to live the way that I do.

As a single man the house I owned was way too big for me but I loved being able to accommodate my friends and family when they came to visit.

And besides I love the modern look to my home, I find myself walking through it constantly appreciating it and how I came to afford it.

It had around 20 bedrooms all equipped with their own bathrooms. Large walk in wardrobes and fitting modern decor. It may be a little excessive but when you can afford to do something which such high lavish, you just have to go for it.

I had my own personal room that the decorators designed and it was obviously the largest room. The master bedroom for the master himself.

By allowing Amara to come into my home and witness all of my personal possessions was something I would never usually allow. But this girl is just so mesmerising. I can't seem to get her out of my head no matter how hard I try. I began walking over the basement where I was greeted with my brother Cosimo and a few of my cousins, and friends.

They all surrounded a man that was tied tightly to a chair with rope. The rope cut tight through his skin that was definitely leaving imprints on him.

All of there eyes met mine as I descended the stair case and into the room to join them.

"What's going on here gentleman?" I asked huskily asserting my dominance in the room.Cosimo put his arm on my shoulder greeting me.

“it's good to see you brother, I just wish it was under better circumstances." His eyes led to the man in the chair who looked as if he feared for his life.

His left eye was blood shot he had copious amounts of blood pouring from his nose and his lip had been split.

I slowly wondered over to him moving his head forcefully from side to side.

"Does anyone want to tell what this man is doing tied up on a chair in my house?" I asked everyone.

Andreas stepped forward ready to talk.

Andreas was my bestfriend for almost 10 years now.

I've known him since I was a stupid 20 year old making mistakes left and right.

"Killian we caught him trying to sneak into one of your warehouses, we caught him just before he took anything." He informed me while giving the man on the chair an aggressive look.

Even after all these years, Andreas still had anger issues and has problems being able to control his temper.

I sank my head down in shame as I crouched down so that I was eye level to the man.

"What's your name?" I asked him, he still looked shir scared out of his mind.

"P-p-Peter" he whimpered.

I nod sympathetically.

"And why did you break into my warehouse Peter?" I asked again. He shook his head vigorously while stuttering and crying.

"I can't" he mumbled.

"What!" I raised my voice, I despise when people mumble

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"I can't, they'll kill me?" He began to cry and became a bloody blithering mess.

"Who?" I asked. He simply shook his head and refused to answer me.

"Who!" I shouted.

This made him jump in fear and quiver.

I sighed deeply and got up back on my feet. I then began to rub my temple and my forehead with my hand.

"Cosimo, I have plans tonight and they are not going to fail, so you deal with this piece of shit because I don't have time, nor the patience for it. Make sure you're all gone by 6:00pm" I pointed to every single man in the room to make sure they all understood and heard.

I left the basement hearing sounds of fists being thrown and more blood being spilt. The mess that they make is going to need to be cleaned up before Amara gets here, or I swear to god it will be one of them in that chair next.

The sound of wood breaking and cracking filled and echoed through the halls. The splintering noise informed me that Cosimo was handling the situation exactly how I would.

Just another day for the business.