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CHASE

It had been an hour since my men left. I had to deal with the drug imports. The Spanish Cartel supplies the best drugs in our world. They were the drug lords. We have been working together for the last 17 years. The quality was the best and the effects those drugs leave on my enemies were fatal.

I had sent Keven to check on my clubs. I also owned bars and casinos throughout my territory. He has been bickering about this position from a long time and I consider him perfect for this job. He can take good care of the businesses and deals that goes on through the dark, lurking shadows of my clubs. It mainly include smuggling, bribery, money laundering, loan sharking, extortion, Illegal gambling and many other unlawful activities.

I had been raised to be the leader. My father was the kindest lover to my mother, and the polar opposite to me. He was a strict and stern father. From the age of 12, I was trained and moulded to be the perfect leader of the Ndrengheta. My mother was the only one who used to bring out the little softness I had in me. But after her death, I buried that part of me with her.

I was checking some papers when suddenly, the loud ringing of my phone reverberated through the silent office.

Giving a look at the caller ID, my eyebrows narrowed and my temper flared.

Why was he calling now?

I scowled and picked up the call.

"What is it?" I asked oughly in a hard voice.

"Chase?" he replied acknowledging me.

"What do you want?" I asked again coldly.

"Talk to me with respect!" He roared over the phone.

I scoffed.

"After what you did, you don't deserve any respect or power," I replied sharply.

He sighed over the phone and kept quiet. After what felt like an eternity he said, "We need to talk, son."

"There is nothing we need to talk about."

"It's important," he said.

"Cut the crap Andrew! You are nothing but a piece of old trash, who wants to load my brain with bullshit." I growled out.

"It's for your own good son. I want to see you happy. After what happened nine years ago..."

As soon as he said those words, I remembered that horrendous day. Clenching my fist in anger, I threw the phone and it flew across the room. As it came in contact with the wall, it shattered. I saw red. Picking up the nearby chair I smashed it on the glass table.

The day when I lost the most important woman of my life, and my so-called father lost his love.

I ran my hands through my hair and I was breathing heavily. It becomes impossible for me to control my anger when it comes to my Mother. I lost her because of my father, because he felt he can leave her for a single night, unprotected.

It was my fault too. I should had been more careful and vigilant. I should have protected my mother.

We both knew who was behind my mother's death. But we can't do anything to take our revenge.

Not yet.

But soon the day would come when I would murder the bastard with my own fucking hands. I would choke him, until I the light of life would vanish from his eyes.

It was difficult to get him. He was a powerful man just like us. Most of the time he remains hidden. He has got connections, deeply rooted which can stumble my Empire, if not break.

The Irish Mafia Boss, Benjamin Kavanagh.

Snarling at myself, I punched the wall and it left a crack behind. I was livid.

After the death of my mother, Andrew had mental breakdown. Traumatized by the loss of his love, he was no longer fit to lead. I had to take over the family, preventing my empire from crumbling down.

I did not even get proper time to grieve over my mother's death. She was an angel. So kind and so lovable.

My chain of thoughts broke when a knock resonated in the office. Quickly adjusting my shoulders straight, I put my hands into the pockets. Refusing to show any weakness. My posture spoke power.

"Come in."

The door opened with a creaking sound, making me feel more irritated.

Ares was standing there, with a dull look on his face. His eyes were wavering here and there, refusing to look straight at me.

"We have got a problem," he whispered.

It wasn't good. The task that I gave them, hasn't been accomplished perfectly.

I scowled and asked sternly, "What happened?"

"We fucked up," he replied hanging his head low.

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sighed out loud. Today was the most frustrating day of this week.

I strode out of the office with Ares hot on my heels.

__________________

Sarah

My head was throbbing in pain, as I slowly pried my eyes open As soon as my eyelids flutter opened I felt a sharp pain on my forehead again. Wincing, I tried to touch the place, but a twinge in my hands prevented me. They were tied roughly behind the chair, in an odd angle.
Who tied up my hands!?

When I started struggling to free my hands from the restraints, the roughness of the rope grazed my skin on the wrist. It felt raw and scraped. I whimpered.

"Don't even think about it, you will only hurt yourself more." Came a deep voice from the dark corner.

I instantly jumped on the chair, I was sitting on. That's when I noticed where I was.

It was a big dark room, the air was damp and the smell was horrible. I felt like puking. There were a few bulbs hanging above my head, but they were flickering.

Where the heck am I?

The place was so dark and freezing that I shivered in fear and cold. It had a chilling atmosphere. It almost felt like a dungeon.

A huge bang reverberated through the room and I saw a shadow entering.

The feeling of dread crept upon me as I looked at the person who entered the room with his dark and dominating aura, making the temperature of the room drop further.

As my gaze collided with those cold calculating eyes of the man, my breath hitched in my chest. My eyes widened in fear. He was so tall that I had to strain my neck to meet his face.

What was his height? He looked like a beast.

As I looked at him again, I cringed back in fear and bend down my head. He was glaring at me so cruelly, his eyes were narrowed down to slits and were brutally cold.

I think, I had seen him somewhere. He looked familiar.

"Who the fuck are you?" he growled, his voice low but dangerous.

I kept my mouth sealed.

Suddenly someone harshly grabbed my jaw and snapped my face towards him, which made me look straight at his intense dark eyes. I shuddered in fear. He was studying me with piercing scrutiny.

From the corner of my eyes I saw that, the serious looking man had grabbed my jaw, and his hold was so tight I felt like my teeth would break from the pressure he was applying.

"I won't ask again little girl, so you better answer me." His jaw was clenched and he was losing patience. It was clear from the way his face twisted up in anger.

Tears welled up in my eyes due to the pain, my jaw was going through, and also in fear. All the men here were looking so cruel and powerful. They could crush me with a snap of their fingers. I shuddered in indescribable fear. The air around me felt rigid.

I swallowed down the lump that had formed in my throat.

With great difficulty, I managed to voice out my name, "Sa-Sarah, Sarah Wilson."

"Sarah," he whispered softly, his eyebrows furrowed. I hate to admit, but I liked the way my name rolled off his tongue. How softly he said it, as if he was caressing my name with his voice.

His eyes looked a bit different and I noticed it soften ever so slightly, upon hearing my name. There was something indescribable in those eyes but before I could pinpoint, it vanished. As soon as he realized what he was doing, his face hardened again and I saw a muscle ticking in his jaw.

He snapped his head towards someone standing at my back. His gaze was murderous as he charged towards someone behind me. After two seconds I heard a grunt and a few incoherent curses being mumbled upon.

There was harsh whispers going behind me. The man who had grabbed my jaw a few minutes ago, still had his death grip.

I hesitatingly looked at his emotionless face.

"Can you please leave my face? Its hurting," I said mousily.

He looked at me with so much hatred, as if I have asked for his kidneys.

What am I gonna do with his kidneys?

He let go of my jaw harshly and gritted with narrowed eyes, "You better won't try to make a move."

Is there a problem in his head? My hands and feet are tied. What will I do? Poke my tongue at him?

I felt someone was standing on my back. I gulped down audibly in fear. The hair at the back of my neck stood up and goosebumps appeared on my skin.

What if he snaps my neck from behind!?

The moment this thought came into my head, I panicked and thrashed, trying to get myself away from these monsters.

But it ceased as soon as a cold circular object touched the back of my head. My eyes widening in horror.

He is going to shoot me.

Tears welled up in my eyes and I started sobbing hysterically. I didn't care if they thought I was a cry baby.

The familiar looking man came in front of me, as I hiccupped. He looked unaffected.

"W-Who are you an-and what do you wan-want from me?" I asked. My voice, hoarse from crying.

He smirked mischievously.

He freaking smirked! How could he!?

"Well little girl, let me introduce myself. I'm Chase Morgan," he replied arrogantly.

When the name ringed in my ear, my mouth opened in shock and my eyes were as wide as saucers.

Chase Morgan! THE Chase Morgan.

Oh my God! That's why he looked familiar. I had seen his pictures in my papa's office. Papa used to tell me about the criminals he used to deal with. And I had heard this name multiple times.

He was the Don of Ndrangheta. The Boss of the Bosses, Capo di tutti cap, who ruled over mid Europe. His territory was spread from Denmark to Alabania. I had heard he was involved in most of the crimes that goes on in our country. He was literally the King of Kings of Underworld. People shivered at his name. He was the kind of man nobody wanted to deal with. He was a cruel, ruthless, stone-hearted beast, who won't even think twice before ending a life.

He was involved in illegal gambling, smuggling, weapon trafficking, drug trafficking and what not.

I came back from my daydream when I felt someone has grabbed my badly scraped wrist that was tied on my back, and whimpered out in pain.

As I looked back at the dangerous man standing infront of me, I saw a mischievous yet dangerous glint in his eyes. He was smirking, and the cold look he was giving me was sending cold shivers down my spine.

I was made to stand up, as Ares grabbed my arm very tightly. Mr. Morgan walked out of the cold room and Ares walked behind him, with my arm in his strong grip. My legs wobbled and I tried to hold myself from falling down, but being the clumsy girl, my knees got locked and I would have almost kissed the ground. But Ares made me stood up straight through his hold on my arm and started walking in the direction Mr. Morgan walked out a few seconds ago.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked scaredly.

"Boss has got something planned out for you," he replied.

My eyes widened in fear. I had heard from papa that he also owned prostitution rings.

What if - what if he decides to...!?

My life was doomed.

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Here I present chapter 3.

As I promised earlier this chapter is from Sarah's point of view. This gives some information on her life.

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