Chapter 3
Crystal –
I was frustrated right now at how I just let him touch me or do what he wanted just because he was the first one to even come this close.
I'm going to spend my time till midnight in gym or drowning in Mafia's business to take out my fury and anger at myself. It's still very frustrating.
Maybe some screams of pain and bloodshed would also work. But I would need some people for that. Someone whom I already want to kill or torture.
As I walked out of the building, I saw my car outside with driver opening the door for me while bowing and muttered a 'Boss'. I nodded in acknowledgment and was about to sit in the car when I felt something missing and quickly put my hands on my back over my now the black coat searching for my gun.
Oh shit! It's not there. Did I forget it in my office drawer? Fuck!
I quickly checked my bag praying I have kept the gun in it and forgot in the rush to be out of that situation but it's not there too. Just how stupid and careless can I be!
Now I'd have to go and face him again. I don't want to talk to him. I can't – Wait! I am a Mafia boss and better than anyone at manipulating people so I can manipulate him to. He did that just to get any reaction out of me and he did even if it was not that big but it was still a reaction. I'll tell him what it feels to be embarrassed.
Plotting my revenge that what should I do to make him feel embarrassed, I again walked into the hospital and moved towards my office. I saw his PA still sitting there. I assume he still haven't came out of my office. He better not checking or exploring my office or he is dead. He is a renowned lawyer so it would definitely cause some scandals but that is least of my worries right now.
As I turned in the corner in the way to my office, I saw him and standing there with a cold gaze set at the other person who was probably trying to lock the door to my office with trembling hands and glancing at Mr. Chris in between. So, did he already explored around my office and doesn't wants anyone else to find my gun out? But why would he? He is a lawyer after all, right?
Shut up! Don't overhthink this at least for god's sake and just ask him directly.
My mind is so fucked up right now because of all the shit.
I went to him and asked, "What do you think you're doing?" He didn't even turned to face me and just said, "Locking your office which you forgot. So careless"
Who the fuck does he think he is? Some of ruler of the world from to which everyone will kneel and obey his orders? Well this one could be true partially because I know he is someone with big background and has great influence widely. My gaze drifted towards the person who was locking the door. Man, he was one of hell scared like he would piss himself if Mr. Chris guy continued to look at him-no, actually glared at him.
Okay, he is scary for some people I guess. Well, he has suffered enough now. If this Chris guy continued to look at him like that then I'm sure people will be suspicious of me for his behavior. I know I'm not much different but I don't just walk around her while glaring, I neither glare nor show any affection to them. I am just like distant? Whatever, right now I should get this guy out of here before he just ruins all my hard work.
"Did you tell him that my office is cleaned then locked?" He nodded almost immediately wanting to get out this situation ASAP.
"Unlock the door and go to your job." I instructed him, which was done in seconds and he walked out of there, well practically ran, almost face planting his face once on floor.
I can see his gaze on me from the corner of my eye.
Kristopher -
Why did she do that?
I was considerate for someone's privacy for first time. Don't say that I was eavesdropping on her in office when she was on call. It was she didn't go out of the office and I don't have switch or something to turn off my hearing so I just accidentally listened, okay.
Well, let's drop the act. I just saw some files in her office related to Creslent. If the information of his physical state is leaked then some people would definitely know that he was tortured and his Mafia members who are not giving a fuck about him having an accident right now would take it seriously and start looking for culprits. I'm not sure but I guess they will do their best to find clues. Clues that were leaked online somehow are erased and the room in which I tortured him was being cleared. Now I just need some fake believable lies and some proof to prove my points.
So, I just decided that I will ask the people around here to lock her office so no one could find the files. But just when the work was about to be done, she came and stopped it just for what- fucking cleaning of her office.
But wait, why is she here? I was continuously looking at her waiting for answers or explanation or anything but she said nothing and walked inside the office.
I shortly followed her behind locking the office door on my way. She didn't look up. She just opened drawers after drawers. I guess she is looking for something. Just when she was about to take that thing out of the drawer, her gaze fell on the table looking at that bitch, Creslent's file. She thought for a second before sliding them also in her bag.
She looks around the office examining if she had left something or not I think.
Nice. Now I don't think so I would have to do anything.
Was she here to take his files? Yeah, well I guess, cause she didn't took anything else. Why? Why did she took only his file and no one else's?
"Why are you taking his with you and no one else's?" I finally ask not able to control my doubts.
She stops in front of the door turning to me.
Crystal –
I entered the office unbothered by his unasked questions and gaze. I walk directly to my desk and start to find my gun.
He was now inside my office staring and analyzing my movements. I could still feel his lingering question in the silence. But I don't owe him any answers. I'm minding my own business. If it's his business then he has to ask it himself. I would never give in this easily on my own.
I knew if I'd take the gun out from the drawer in front of him then he would definitely smell something wrong and I don't think he is the type of person to let it go easily by some excuse. I tried to think something through which I can take my gun too and don't raise any suspicions.
I see the Creslent's Hospital file and information file I asked from Sam. I decided to use it to hid my gun behind it and put it inside my bag.
If he will ask about the files then I'll say I have to the files for some purposes.
As expected, he is a direct person and doesn't let something go until his doubts are gone. He finally asked the question setting his ego aside. Well, good that I already have an answer.
I turn around quickly changing my mask and voice to a duh-face and tone.
"I have to study his file and bruises for future complications." I don't wait for his reply and make my way out of my office.
My mind is still fucked up. I don't like living this hidden. I know I hide my identity but I feel frustrated if someone is not minding his own business when he just said that he won't come or interfere in my fucking business or privacy.
I guess I'm going to need some days off of my work or I'll really go crazy because I don't think he is going to leave me alone when he knows I work here. I'm already frustrated with the recent happenings. I have to burn some steam. And I'm going to need someone for that not something.
I quickly grabbed my phone from my pocket and called Sam. He answered immediately.
"Yes, Boss" I can imagine him nodding at phone.
"Roll me in an underground fighting. 8 fights. From 7. Understood?" I instruct
"Consider it done, Boss" He says.
"When are you off?" I asked, he is also a friend of mine but not too close.
"After 2 hours." He said and I hummed.
"Okay, good" I said and cut the call
Then I walk towards the exit and go to sit in my car. He driver closes the door and I say, "Mansion" as he enters the car.
After 2-3 minutes some of my cars start following us unnoticeably. You can't expect me to just go everywhere without security now, can you? They are scattered on the road like the normal cars. I close my eyes and crack my neck and roll it once. The still 3 hours really took a toll on me. Three hours of killing doesn't cause this much damage that is caused by standing still.