" What's it this time?"

Victor asks , leaning back on his seat. Looking at Theodore with his usual cold emotionless eyes.

Theodore didn't dare look up. Too focussed on staring at his wringling fingers. His heart beat accelerates under the authority of his elder brother's tone. Voice reluctant.

" It's nothing. Trust me-"

" Stop lying to me Theodore. I am your brother dammit! You can fool everyone but not me."

" Tell me yourself if you don't want me investigating my own brother now."

Theodore sighs. Finally looking up. Knowing that there is nothing that could escape his brother. He should have known it.

" It's... it's... about...."

Theodore couldn't muster the words. Knowing his brother is going to have his head.

Vic raises his brow. Asking him to continue.

" Speak"

Sighing. Theodore finally blurts out.

" It's about a girl....she says she is pregnant with my child...and she is blackmailing me."

" She has asked me to accept the child or she will sue me."

" Dammit. I know I have fuc*ed up bro. But I don't even love her."

" I want to get rid of her but....she is such a gold digging bitch!"

A deadly silence follows and Theodore knew this was the silence before the storm.

His brother would no way take this lightly.

" Her status?"

Victor asks and Theodore just shrugs his shoulder.

" She was rather low class. Not my usual type. "

" Family?"

" Umm I don't know much. Except for her overprotective bitch of a sister. She fuc*ing punched me once."

Victor just stared coldly at Theodore. Showing no reaction.

To get up. Done with the discussion.

" I want to meet her. Bring her to me tomorrow"

Theodore blinks in disbelief. Getting up.

" Meet her? Why do you want to meet her? She is just one of the sluts-"

" I will decide that. Not you Theodore. You have already fuc*ed up enough!"

Victor tries to control his anger. Rubbing his subtle beard. Turning his back on his brother.

" I am sorry-"

" Shut up. Just shut up okay. A sorry is no use when you don't mean it."

" Keep it and man up for once. If I come to know the child belongs to you Theodore? Trust me. This time you are going to see the worst side of me."

" Brother or not"

Theodore 's hand drops. His words die down seeing the look in his brothers eyes.

Turning around. Victor walks out of the castle like house. Taking the keys from the chauffeur to drive himself.

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The car comes to a stop outside a warehouse and Victor gets out to  adjusts his coat. Closing the top button.

From the outside the place looked deserted.

If only it was.

Pushing open the rusty door he walks in to only hear loud cheers.

" Ahh it it isn't the lost King! Glad you could come Victor!"

" Man it's so nice to see you after so long! How have you been!"

" Damn you look more scary than before. "

The group of men get up to meet him and he greets everyone. They all catch up for few minutes to settle down.

The head seat is left for Victor while others occupy the remaining.

" Let's get to business. What is that you need my help in?"

Victor asks coming right to the topic and everyone suddenly gets serious. No one says anything, and Victors impatience grows.

" Patrick? "

The man bows. Acknowledgeing. To rub his neck.

" Actually boss-"

" I am no one's boss Patrick. Address me properly."

" I am sorry. I meant Mr Kingston. We are in dire need of your help or we wouldn't have contacted you "

" Actually there is a latest threat in the business. "

" The secret forces are growing into a serious threat. l4 Mafia lords have been found dead in last 6 months. 400 werehouses raided. Amunation worth billions confiscated. The axis are seized and operations are minimal."

" The trade is only getting worse day by day."

Victor just leans back on his chair. Not looking up. His eyes fixed on the paper weight in his hands while 18 other eyes stare at him.

Hope filled in their eyes.

" We are suffering losses of billions of dollars everyday...and it's only you who can help us."

"We will pay you billions-"

Victor chuckles making a deadly silence to follow. Placing down the paperweight, he rests his chin on his palm to ask Patrick.

His cold domineering voice, enough to make a chill run down everyone's spine.

" Do you really think you can bribe Victor Kingston with money?"

Patrick 's eyes widen. And he gets up , bowing.

" Of course not Sir. I wouldn't dare. Just tell us what you need-"

" I need nothing."

" Look again Mr Patrick. The person standing in front of you is not that 12 year old boy who came begging for money to fill his stomach. He is not that 13 year old who rooted a bullet into a person's forehead without blinking an eye."

" He is a satisfied man who needs nothing else except peace and tranquility."

" He is a man who has left the mafia business years ago."

No one dares to say anything. Victor's aura was enough to make the eyes of some of the biggest Mafia 's in the world ,seated on the table to lower.

They should have known...he will never agree to this.

He has shown his hatred and disinterest towards their business years ago.

He made his reasons for leaving, clear.

" I am afraid. These were not my intention Sir Victor. Apologies. We just thought -"

" You thought wrong Patrick. The only reason I came here is to let you all know that...."

" That no matter how many times you all fuc*ing try to convince me I am not coming back. "

" And that's final."

" Goodbye "

No one dares to stop him. He gets up pushing back the chair and leaves, banging the door shut after him.

And everyone sighs looking at each other.

Patrick rubs his neck. Slumping back in his chair.

" Damn man. We were all dead without him. What do we do?"

" We should have expected this. Boss is never coming back."

" I wish he never left."

They talk amongst themselves. Feeling helpless without Victor. While Victor just leans against the car Bonet outside.

Taking a deep breath.

Enjoying the serenity of the dark night as the cold winds brush past him,he whispers to himself.

" Some things are better left unfinished, before they take away everything from you."

" Some hearts are better left broken before they become an addiction for you."

" And some nights are better left forgotten....if they only give pain to you."

Clenching his fists. He makes his nails to root in his palms to bleed.

The pain giving him enough of a distraction. To bring him out of the thoughts of one of the most dangerous days of his life.

The worst 13 years.

The days that kept him alive, yet killed him from the inside.

The days that made him the man that he is today.

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           Somewhere in the city.
               A two storey house

" Ahhh fuc*! Not again! When is this shit going to stop?"

Rain curses, standing on the basin of the bathroom. Vomiting out the food she ate earlier.

She gags. Tears stream down her eyes.

She hears footsteps approaching. Looking up in the mirror, she sees a figure leaning against the threshold with arms folded.

Doing nothing to help.

" Should have thought about it before fuc*ing with that bastard."

" Ahh dammit Sis! Can you stop rubbing salt on my wounds! I said I was sorry...what else do you want me to do?"

" Rub my nose on your feet?"

Rose only smirks. Shrugging her shoulders.

" Not a bad idea actually."

Rose closes the door and leaves while Rain gags again. Her body trembled. And she continues to cry. Once done, she rinses her face and mouth.

Stepping out to settle herself on the table.

Holding her head in her hands.

" I don't know what's going to happen. I have fuc*ed my life! I thought he was really genuine...that he cared for me.   I was to marry him and get a comfortable life...not this! That bastard Theo!"

Rose munches on some chips, sliding in a plate of fresh bacon in front of Rain.

Looking bored by this conversation.

A short black dress hugged her like second skin. Her hourglass figure highlighted by it.

No way like old Rose.

" To be honest. You sound more of a bitch than him for trying to marry a guy for his money."

" A good digger?  "

" If it wasn't for that innocent child in your womb. Trust me Rain. I would have left you on the streets to feed for yourself."

Rain doesn't say anything. Keeping her eyes lowered. Chewing on the bacon.

Rose just sighs. Picking up her coat and keys,ready to leave. And Rain looks at her sister in confusion.

" You are going again? What work do you even do sister?"

" The working hours are odd. You are going at 10 o clock at night! And your clothes..."

" None of your business. Just lock the door after me."

The coldness in Rose's voice wasn't hidden. She was like this most of the time now. That innocent sweet and scared girl was gone.

" I bet it's a strip club or wait a second. Are you sleeping with a rich man-"

" I am not like you Rain. Neither was. Never will be."

" I believe in a women earning her own money. Getting independent and standing on her own feet."

" Not running after men for money. "

" Good night "

Banging the door shut. Rose leaves and Rain just blinks. Trying to digest her words.

Her cheeks taint red in shane and she just eats her food silently. Her hand moves to her 6 month baby bump.

" Fuc* you Theo! I will not let you go that easily."

" Just wait and see."

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Rose's sleek black car stops outside a pub and she sighs. Checking her phone.

Putting on a black mask. She cracks her neck.

Removing the coat. Leaving it in the car behind.

Walking down towards the entrance. People turn around to look at her but she rarely bothers.

She just nods at the bouncer.

Who open the doors for her without even checking the ID.

" Welcome Ma'am"

She smirks seeing the crazy atmosphere inside. Cracking her neck to whisper to herself.
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" Let's get started then."