Rosik POV.

I had to keep my fiancé unconscious throughout the night, her usual fiery spirit tamed by the drugs. 

I continued to inject them into her whenever she'd begin to wake and while I appreciated being able to hold her close without any restraint I couldn't deny that this was a major set back for our relationship.

We had a plan, a plan the both of us agreed on and everything was going smoothly then of course Dana had to ruin everything.

Selfish brat.

After I brought Kitty back to our room I then had to handle the distraught Oliver.

Of course I couldn't drug my brother without him growing suspicious and I couldn't exactly murder him, that was not a conversation I was willing to have with my fiancé so soon after her cousins departure.

No matter how badly I wanted to kill him.

Instead I made up some bullshit that Kitty had anxiety and that her medication is supposed to be used to prevent panic attacks.
Oliver was dumb enough to buy into it, barely asking a question before hobbling to the lounge where I left him, most likely in shock.

I'm surprised Oliver still believes that I'm his brother, I thought he would have grown suspicious of our differences long ago, if I truly had a brother as weak as him I wouldn't spend my time fucking reading books with him that's for sure.

I don't know what Kitty sees in him, she thinks that I'm stupid and don't notice that she's staring at him as often as he's glancing at her.

He's pathetic and my girl just isn't allowing herself to see how lucky she is with me.

She's frightened of what the world would say if she just gave in to her feelings and let me love her.

But with time I'll become her world and that's all that will matter, even if it means that I have to take the real world away from her and lock her away.

Whatever it takes to make her think of me and me only.

I want her to see the good in me, the good I know is there when she is around.
I never kill people when she's around, I try not to hurt anyone.

She calms me, she makes me want to be better.
That's why I'm leaving my families career behind.
For her.

I'll send Oliver on his way soon enough, whether that means he leaves dead or alive purely depends on if he keeps glancing at Kitty with that creepy look in his eyes.
Even with a memory loss, he should know not to mess with other mens girls.

If he survives I'll keep him distracted with money.
Greed is such an easy thing to manipulate.
Anyone is capable of falling for it, the question is how much will it take for him to forget about my fiancé?

I then threw a blanket over Dana's body, disgust and annoyance prominent within me.

As I tossed her onto my shoulder the notebook from Kitty fell onto the floor and I roll my eyes, scooping it up and shoving it in my pocket, ignoring the stains of blood.

Women. They always find something to complain about.

If my Father was still running this trafficking scheme then these women would truly know what it's like to suffer.

My Father may have been cruel and barbaric at times but he certainly wasn't wasteful.

If they couldn't entertain sexually then they would be sliced and diced in the various slaughterhouses scattered over the world.

When I was twelve my father took me to my first slaughterhouse.

I didn't want to go in, I could smell the blood even outside the door.

I tried to cry out, my matching suit to my Father cutting into my neck and causing my throat to close.
I remember biting my lip so hard that it bled and as I was pulled into the hell I used my sleeve to wipe away the blood.

I don't remember the beating I got that night from him for staining the suit but I remember the pain the next morning.

It was horrific inside of there, damp with fear and slick with sweat.

The victims who were brought there due to intolerable behaviour were forced to hang on meat hooks for countless days, their regret and despair seeping out of their pores while they waited like a primed piece of stock to be cut into.

While I held my breath and clenched my shaking fists Father told me how he'd seperate parts of their bodies to ensure nothing was left unsold.

Organs were sent straight to the black market, along with limbs, eyes, teeth, ears and noses if they were desirable.

If the hair was in good condition which was rare due to the treatment of the stock then that would be cleanly cut off and sold to smart wig companies that knew better than to ask questions. They'd simply wash out the blood and bits of skin and give us the interest from the sale.

That was the first day I had to murder someone.

My Father brought me over to a girl not much older than I was at the time. Through her wide amber eyes and incredibly long eyelashes I could see my short form with my black buzzed hair and thick suit weighing me down.

While my Father with his long black hair and hooded eyes kept a firm grip on my shoulder, no doubt predicting my urge to run the first chance I could find.

I remember my Father handing me the scalpel, a glint in his eyes that I often found myself longing to have directed at me.

That intense focus and excitement, the anticipation of what I could offer him to make him proud.

My Father was a man of business he knew everyone could offer him something.

"I want you to slit her throat Son."
My Father stated warmly and the girl across from me cried out, her sobs filling the room and sinking into my skin.

A man in a long white jacket wordlessly walked over to the girl and grasped her bound hands, then easily lifted her thin body up and threaded the rope through the meat hook.

Leaving her body dangling and convulsing with fear.

I tried to catch the girls eyes again, I tried to send a silent message apologising and begging her to forgive and understand that I had no control over my actions.

But her eyes were blotchy with tears and as I approached her thrashing body I found myself having to avoid her flailing bare legs as she tried desperately to fight back.

I was impressed by her courage and her hope, even when she knew her life was over she still wouldn't give up.

Even as I slit her throat she still gurgled in defiance.
I couldn't help but find her bravery bittersweet and endearing even as her life was gushing out of her throat.

My Father didn't congratulate me, he barely glanced at me as he removed the scalpel from my white knuckled grip and tossed it at the man in the white coat, the clinking of the metal hitting the ground by his feet echoing in my ears.

After that day I realised something that separated my Father and I and which eventually lead to me killing him myself.

My Father saw women as lesser than us, weaker in every way, shape and form and that it was our right to keep them beneath us.
He used them when he felt like it and discarded of them when he grew bored, their lives did not matter to him and he refused to connect with one.

However I know that this is incorrect.

Women have proven to me time and time again the kind of bravery that not a single one of my men could even begin to replicate.
Physically we are stronger but mentally the women could easily overthrow us.

It is not our right to keep them beneath us, it our duty to ensure that the women don't find out their potential. Of course not all women are brave and those I look down upon just as I look down upon the weak men that work for me.

But unlike my Father I recognise the power women have, without them our business would cease to exist.

Kitty is the strongest woman I have ever met, her bravery and unyielding loyalty constantly impresses me every day that I'm with her.

Together with my strength and her willpower we are a force to be reckoned with.

But unlike the other women we take into this business I don't want to squash Kitty's spirit.
I'm allowing her and only her to reach her potential, away from this, away from the cruel world.

Under my watchful eye I will provide her with everything her heart desires, all I ask in return is for her to love me.

Her hate is fierce, I can barely imagine how ferocious her love will be.

Together our family will grow and we'll be perfect, happy and free.

I took Dana's body and threw it overboard, none of the crew approached me as I did so besides of course the nosy captain who has been grating more and more on my nerves.

The rain was heavy that night, the deck was slick and my clothes stuck uncomfortably to my body. 

"Taking out the trash?" Eddie quipped and I rolled my eyes while watching the body sink, the blanket floated away and revealed Dana's small body briefly before a wave lapped over her stiff form.

"Ah." I heard Eddie murmur as he recognised her and I sent him a sharp glance as his voice reeked of disappointment.

He was obviously hoping he'd see the pale face of another. 

"Expecting someone else?" I gritted out and I raised an eyebrow, my hair matted by the rain sticking to my nape and Eddie corrected his features and shaked his head, holding up his hands.

"No of course not! I'm glad it was her, when they fall for you it really takes the fun out of things." Eddie explained and his face showed no remorse.

He's just like my Father, pig-headed.

"Well just think of how many women you can have once you have the bottom floor." I teased while walking away, knowing full well that Eddie wasn't going to live long enough to appreciate the perks of the promotion.

The next morning went quickly.

Oliver was taken off the ship first, with two of my men taking him into the home I had spent years designing.

I stopped the doses with Kitty, allowing her to fight off the drugs slowly while I carried her in my arms and began heading to the deck.

Once there I smiled widely at my crew, the sun shining brightly in the sky, no sign of the earlier rain and as Kitty snuggled deeper into my chest I nodded at my workers a final time.

This all ends now, I'm wiping my hands clean of my Fathers mess.
I'm leaving to focus on my family, I'll be a better Father than he was.

Eddie stood by the gangway, the wooden bridge leading to the islands sandy shore and a smirk grew further on my face as I walked past him, his eyes betraying his anger as he glanced at the peaceful beauty in my arms.

His eye will never fully heal, even I can tell that as the sun only illuminates it's infection.

Yet another thing Kitty has done that has impressed me.

"Good luck." I stated pausing for a moment in front of Eddie and he looked up at me nodding firmly. Excitement and future plans gleamed in his eyes.

As I left the ship, my shoes sunk into the sand I took out my phone and glancing back for the last time I clicked send on a message which I'd sent to the entire crew.

The sounds of dings filled the air and I locked eyes with Eddie and threw him a mock salute as he read the message, blanching instantly.

'Kill the captain and you'll become the captain.'

I turned at the first shot and took a moment to lift Kitty higher in my arms, kissing her full lips firmly and sighing as I eyed off my mansion.

We're finally home.

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Phew a full chapter dedicated ONLY to Rosik?!
Man what a ride.

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