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(One Month Later)

"Not even a hint?"

I asks to the guard, who was shaking infront of me. Too scared, as he should be.

"N-no... Sir... We have tried but it's like she just disappeared into thin air-"

"Fuck that. No one disappears like this. You little shits just don't know how to do your work. Get lost. Now."

I commands as he bows and left my home office. How did she manage to get away... For a month?!

I gets up from my chair, sighing as I approach the balcony and leans on the railing.

I just kept telling myself that maybe, it was just some sort of physical attraction that I felt towards her. But now, I think it's not.

It's more than that physical attraction. I didn't thought that a Woman can do this to a man. It's dangerous. These feelings and this unwanted longing I have been feeling for her throughout this whole month.

It's hard to deal with and I don't want to admit it, but I have been craving for her. Her soft skin. Her curves. Those eyes. Her soft voice, whether it's for cursing me or to moan out my name.

I groans out, looking up at the night sky. I want her to be with me. And me only. I'll get her, no matter what.

I heard one more knock on my door as I maintain my composure.

"Come in."

My right hand man, Kuba, walks in. His nasty scar still on the display as he still doesn't even have one grown hair on his head.

"Bark." I commands, not looking forward to whatever he's going to tell me.

"Carl Blackwood had been spotted. In our area."

My ears perks up as I hear that asshole's name came out of Kuba's mouth.

"Is he still here?"

"Yes sir, he's still in the city, living in one of the hotels with five star security."

I nods at the information.

"Keep an eye on the asshole. If anything suspicious happens, let me know. If he dares to get in our business, seize him. Or when there is less security, seize him anyway. I want him in my basement in this week. And tell the other guards to hire the best hacker for all I care and find Ms. Brown, as soon as possible."

I gave him the instructions as he nods before leaving. I need Aarna first and then I'll look forward to anything.

I get inside my office from the balcony and sat on the chair. Sighing as I close my eyes.

~

His harsh and agressive voice echos into the whole room as my Mom begs. Begs for him to stop, but he doesn't.

His jet black hair were all over his face with an ugly grin when he shot my mom dead. Not realising that I was there. Under the bed. Seeing all of this happening.

~

I opens my eyes, and looks at the laptop placed infront of me. The video of the same guy entering in a luxurious hotel.

Carl Blackwood.

Jet black hair, but now with some white hairs, that same ugly grin with a cigar in his mouth, barking orders to his guards with his agressive and harsh tone.

I will kill him. Slowly. Torturously. Until he begs and begs me to stop. And then, I'll shoot him dead when he will be at the verge of dying.

I groan, looking out of the window and at the night sky. I watch as the stars twinkle in the darkness, their light reflecting in my eyes. It was a beautiful night and for a moment, I was able to forgot all the misery in my life.

The lights of the buildings seemed to shine brighter than usual, and the sound of the cars could be heard in the distance.

And sometimes I can't help but wonder what it would be like to live a normal life like everyone else. To have friends and family who loved me and didn't leave me alone.

I laugh slightly, at the absurdity of it all. I don't deserve to be happy anyways, or to have a loving... Family. The things that I had done and still doing is not something which can be forgotten easily.

And I don't know why I was even furious of Aarna running away. No one wants to live with a monster who kill people for fun.

But I just can't let her go. It's like nothing works for me if she isn't by my side, and I don't know how I got habitual of her presence by my side.

I sigh, closing my eyes and taking a deep breath, trying to calm down myself and forgetting these negative thoughts of earlier roaming in my mind.

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