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(Six Months Later...)
Niccolai lits up the cigarette, as he sucks in the smoke, and let's it out. He looks at the guy tied up infront of him, as he was glaring at Niccolai.
"Why am I here? Huh? Leave me." 
The guy says, his voice was full of anger. 
"You know why you are here, you little shit. Just tell me your boss's whereabouts and I'll leave you." 
Niccolai says, exhaling out the smoke and sat on the chair infront of the guy.
"I don't have any boss." 
"*Tsk**tsk* lying is not the option here. I'll ask again. Where is he?" 
Niccolai asks coldly, his voice carrying  a hint of threatening in it. Making the guy shiver in fear which he was trying not to show on his face, but failing miserably. 
"Who?" 
"Carl Blackwood." 
Niccolai finally says, the name coming out from his mouth in pure disgust as if he hates the man with his guts. He does hates him. 
The man gulps, he was one of the guard of Blackwood. 
"I-I... D-don't know."
He stammers, his voice sounding unsure making Niccolai huffs out a breath. He knows that the guy knows his whereabouts. Within a second Niccolai takes the ciggerate out of his mouth and placed the burning part on the guy's neck. 
He groans in pain as he pushes and twists the ciggerate, before throwing it away. 
"The easy way for you is to tell me, otherwise we can take it to the difficult ways too."
Niccolai says, looking at the guard standing behind him, the guards approaches a table and wear rubber gloves and grabbed a tool. He grabbed on hand of the man and cut out the finger of the guy. 
Blood gushes out from his hand as he groans in pain, the tears falls out from his eyes as Niccolai smirks. 
"Told you. So, tell me the address." 
He says, his voice filled with warning.
"I c-can't-" 
The man groans again when the guards cuts his one more finger off. 
Niccolai sighs, before looking at guard. 
"Peel his skin off. With the knife." 
The man's eyes widened in fear when the guard was about to obey his orders he speaks up, his voice breathless. 
"I'll tell you. I'll tell. But please don't do that!" 
He says, almost yells, Niccolai smiles sadistically. 
"So tell me." 
Niccolai says as the guy tells him the details and address of Carl Blackwood. He sighs and stood up from his chair, looking at the guard and then at the man. 
"Easy death for you." 
Niccolai says, leaving his basement as the man yells back.
"But- but- PLEASE LEAVE ME!-" 
The guy's voice cut short as the guard slit his throat off, making the guy gasp for air before giving up on his life. 
He walks out of the basement and sighs, his mind wondering all the things that had happened. He finally found the address of his prey, his only mission and the only goal of his life. 
He walks up to his office and enters inside, before settling down on his chair and leaning on it. He looks out of window, and at the night sky. Wondering how will be his life if he had convinced Aarna to come with him that day... 
He shakes his head, trying to not think about the hollowness his feels inside of his heart. He groans before getting up. He needs to clean his mind. He grabs his coat and car keys before getting out of his office again. 
~ 
(Aarna's Pov.)
"It's NR club." 
Sandy, my friend says, I looks at the luxurious club. It's newly opened in the city and everyone was talking about this place at work. All my employees. 
"No... Not this one." 
I mutters out, remembering the owner of the club. It's been so long  since I have seen him. The regret and guilt of making him sad is still there. Sometimes I can't help but curse myself because of how soft hearted I am. 
"C'mon Aarna, it's not like he will be there. It's been a month and he didn't even visited this place once." 
She says reassuringly, but I'm still not sure. I can't face him. Not after this long and remembering our last meeting... No... Tho there are very less chances of him actually being there. 
"Sandy... I'm not sure...." 
"Oh c'monnn, I'll find a guy, for hookup you know. There's been a lot going on and I just need to relax." 
She says, I wonder how comfortable she is around me. She's my secretary but the way she talks, well, I don't mind it anyway. She is my friend. 
"Fine.. we can go there." 
I mutters my approval as she grins. The car stops infront of the luxurious club as we steps out, showed our i'd's to the guard and entered in. It was lively. People dancing around. Drinking. Laughing. Even making out.
We drink a little before dancing our mind off, and I can't help but feel a pair of eyes on me, but when I looks around there was no one. Which makes me feel uncomfortable. But I chose to ignore that feeling. 
I drinks one more shot and looks around, Sandy was nowhere, she  probably left for her businesses, you know. I felt someone tapping on my shoulder as I turns around almost immediately, as I was about to trip but the unknown guy grabbed my waist, preventing me to fall. 
I was too drunk to notice the guy's face as he grins. 
"Hello darling."
He says, his voice coming out slurry just like mine as I felt too drunk to comprehend what the guy was saying. 
"Hi..." 
"I have got you a drink. Drink it." 
He offers me a drink, as I took it from his hand, and take some sips, it was wierd in taste. I cough slightly, he takes the glass from my hand before squeezing my waist slightly.
"Move-" 
My head starts to feel heavy as I looks around. Feeling weak. Suddenly I felt a jolt of desire ran into my viens when I hear a familiar voice. From behind me. 
"Touch her once again and I'll break your neck." 
He says, the guy didn't listen, and before I could comprehend, that guy was on the floor as I tries not to trip on my heels. 
Niccolai hauled me up in the bridal style as I put my arms around his neck.
~