Nicklaus's POV

I wake up having the usual nightmares. The clock is ticking at 5 in the morning. Rubbing my thudding temple, I get off the bed and splash some cold water on my face. Then head towards the gym. For some unknown reasons I'm feeling immense amount of anger rising in me. I work out much longer in comparison of the usual time.

After the gym, I take a long cold shower and head to my closet to get ready for office. I finding my every cloth has been ironed and placed properly at their places.

Walking down to the kitchen I see her already making breakfast for me. Well, to be honest this scene surprise me a little as I didn't expect her to be here and making breakfast for me after yesterday's incident. Anyways, no cares, it's her job, she is the maid after all.

"So, I hope you've learnt your lesson." I mock her.

Turning back, she barks out at me with such confidence and fire is flashing through her eyes as if it will roast me right  here alive. For a second I'm taken aback by her attitudes but soon it all fades away once the rage in me starts to bolting up.

Her so called confidence vanishes the moment I take a step forward causing her to move back until her back touch the counter.

"What did you say?" In a death tone I ask.

"I-I'm sor-sorry, I-I didn't mean to lash out like tha..." She gets cut up in the middle by the sudden ringing of my phone.

"Sir, you're urgently required at the office because, Mr. Morgan is arriving within 15 minutes with the merger." My new assistant John informs, being panicked.

"Wait for me, I'm coming." Saying it, I hang up.

Before leaving I give her one last deadly look and turn on my heels to leave. I'm about to step outside when she stops me for breakfast.

God! What's her problem now? She is damn annoying.

"Stay the fuck away from me. Didn't I make that clear on day one. I don't want a bitch like you nagging around me all the time." I warn her.

Hurt is clearly reflecting on her face and I like it. She deserves nothing more than this. She is just a gold digging bitch.

On my way to the office I attend a call from Mr. Mickelson asking for my help in some issue his facing in running the Spanish mafia. That means I need to leave after the office hour to Spain.

So much for being the king of the mafia. Sometimes I find it really tiring and nerve recking but I don't have a choice now.

Arriving at the office I've 4 meetings in a row. The merger of the Morgan's is really important and beneficial for my company and after all the hard work, I achieved it.

Later, in the evening I leave for Spain, hopping into my private jet, but not before calling Liam.

"I need you and your daugter Lily to stay at the mansion until I come back from Spain." I order Liam.

"What?! Spain? Why? And you're informing me now!" Liam sounds puzzled.

"Mr. Mickelson needs me there and don't worry I'll be taking Mark and others with me. You need to stay at the mansion because you're the only one I can trust with this. And I'll be fine" I assure him

"When you'll be returning?" Liam asks.

"Can't say now, may be a week or two. Once I'm there I'll let you know." With that I hang up.

In the jet, the thoughts of Christina haunts me badly.

Will she be fine?
What if she gets to know about the mafia and tries to escape in my absence?
Can Liam keep eyes on her properly?

The thoughts are never ending, but Liam can handle it well, I presume and moreover I'll be in contact with him so there shouldn't be any trouble.

In Spain

Reaching the ground of the Spain, Mr.  Mickelson welcome me with warmth. He is a good man, I'm telling you.

"So, what is it you require my help with?" I question him upon arriving at my penthouse.

"Son, some intruders are trying to mend with my business, which I certainly not appreciating and my men are unable to find the person behind it." Mr. Mickelson sternly says.

"Beg your pardon, sir but I'm not quiet getting the reasons for yours to call me here and asking for my help." I politely replies.

"See son, my mafia isn't stronger comparing others because my gang looks out for peace not war and we all are peaceful civilians here, we mean no harm to anyone yet someone is poking at my personal space.

Last week three consignments got stolen from right under my nose and nobody could do anything about it. I also heard some of your consignments had also been robbed. Therefore, I believe it's the same person who is hampering our businesses with some wicked motives. And being the king it's your responsibility to solve the issues, son." He sighs, the lines of worries marked his face.

"I'm aware of the facts sir, my men are trying their best to find the culprit." I assure him.

"It's not the only reason I called you here for. There is something I need to show you. Read this." He hands me a piece of paper.

"The time has come to take everything back. Everything that has been taken away, shall be taken back and no one can stop the happenings. Blood will be shed, lives will die and revenge will be taken. So go and tell your king, that the King of Kings has returned with all his glory." The paper reads.

"What's the fucking meaning of this? That bastard has dared to threatened me! Me! The king of the mafia." I scramble the paper in my hand with anger.

"Son, someone is planing for your doom. You need to be cautious and calm. Don't let the anger get the best of you. You take rest now, tomorrow we've to get to work."

Mr. Mickelson takes his leave. Everything is going above my head. Nothing I can comprehend now. My control is losing gradually over everything.

Who is this man?

The next morning

"Boss, your beloved wife wishes to speak with you and it's important." Liam chuckles.

"Shut up Liam and let me work. I don't have time for wasting." Sternly stating I hang up.

This guy is too much sometimes. But what that bitch has to talk to me about, I ponder.

Today Mr. Mickelson and I visit several places in search of the culprit but no necessary informations touched our hand. The frustration is never ending in me. I need to find that soul at any cost, not for anyone but for my mental peace. Nobody has ever even thought of challenging me in their wildest dreams but this bloody bastard whoever he is, has did it.

It's been more than a week and our every try results nothing but washing in vain. The letters keep coming with new threats and dares but no one knows how it's being delivered.

With a miracle or fate whatever you want to name, call it but at last a lead has been discovered. The last letter that has been sent there is an alphabet at the end of the letter and it a bold E with wings drawn on the both side of it. Seeing it I immediately call Mr. Mickelson.

"Take a look! Looks like we our lead, sir." I say with a victory smirk.

"The Eagles! How they can be involved? They are one of the loyal men we got." He is really shocked with the discovery.

"Sir, we got no more time to waste, we shall soon act on this now." I say in desperation.

"Yes, we shall son, we shall. Get your men ready and I mine." His voice holds sadness and anger both at the same time.

Though he is a kind man but he can be very dangerous once you dare to intrude in his territory. No one wants to wake up the lion, entering his cave and come out alive.

"Son, remember this, we won't be the first to attack, I wanna see what they have planned for us and I need answers." Mr. Mickelson determined sternly statement can't be denied.

Before stepping put of the car, I order the men to take their position and in the meantime, I call at home. I don't know why I'm feeling to hear her voice one last time before walking into the war field but all I know at this moment, her soothing voice can work magic. I just hope she answers it.

"Christina." I wishper her as she picks up after a few rings.

She remains mute but I know it's her who receives the call because I can hear her softly.

I ask her calmly about the topic she wants to speak with me about. And to which she just opens her big mouth once again and honestly it makes me chuckles.

She can be cute sometimes.

Wait! What? Where did it come from?

"You never learnt when to keep you mouth shut now, do you?" I  tease.

"I'm sorry." She apologise.

I can tell she is blushing right now.

"Actually I've wondering, if I can join granny again. I mean all day I just stay at home and granny do need someone to help her. So please can I ju-just..."

I cut her in the middle of her sentence and say that I can hire people for her silly shop. I mean come'n I'm the billionaire of the country and my wife wants to work to some trashy shop. Like seriously!

Wait! Did I just say my wife?

Jesus! What's wrong with me.

"It's not about the money or work. It's just that, it's my dream to run a pastry shop. I love baking. Please, let me. I promise I won't create any trouble. Please Nicklaus." She whispers my name, which makes my heart skips a beat.

Damn it! My name seems dreamy when she says it. This is the first time she said and if she is only in front of me I would have kissed the hell out of her.

Get a grip of yourself, Nicklaus!
Why I'm losing control like this?
Am I changing my damn my mind?

I'm about to reply when Mark comes and informs me to join them as the necessary tactics has been already been taken.

"Please take care and try to come home sooner." Her voice is filled with such warmth and worries that I was missing after my mom's death.

Her genuineness is melting the ice, breaking the walls and moving the mountains and mostly making me feel something all over again.

Am I doing the correct thing?

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Finally, Nicklaus is feeling something😀

But will it stay any longer? 😯

Or something bad bad is waiting for poor Christina?😣

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