Broken Faith

Chapter 4

New Person's POV

I couldn't shake off the desire my body was feeling to have fun with the little sunflower. She resembled of the flower named after my home place – Mexico. I knew I came here for business. I knew better than to mess this up and I have to report back to the boss. It was good of Anton Noszka to hide his precious gem from men like us. Men who like to snatch away their innocence. Or to put it lightly men who like to have a taste of a sweet nectar. Men who like power and like the best candy on their arm for show-off. Men who are dominant, cold and merciless.

I gave nothing away of what I thought. About how this beauty in my bed tied to the bedposts would look like. If she would scream in pleasure or scream when I plunged myself inside her womanhood roughly. I wanted to make her mine for one night and many more if she satisfied me. Thrust into her hard and fast. Take her to cloud nine.

It was just wishful thinking. I couldn't lust after her because she was going to be Mrs Moretz. Even though she agreed to the marriage proposal.

Don't lust after her. I told myself again and again.

I dragged my gaze from her to her family. I can't lose focus now. After exchanging words with junior Noszka and his mother, I wanted to have a few words with the wild flower. I asked if I could talk to the little flower alone. Well people like me don't ask they command. But I knew I have to be a gentleman here. Plus, they knew they had no choice but to oblige to my request/order.

I soon found out that the flower indeed lives up to the expectation of a well-mannered woman. She was like a wild cat, spitting words which I didn't pay too much attention. She was respectful which I was intrigued to find out. Because anyone in this situation most definitely would have had lashed out or lose temper. But no, the girl was taught well.

Don't get me started on her appearance. I'm surprised the rumours of her beauty hasn't spread out from the mansion. Her body was covered in a dress which didn't hide the curves that she had in all the right places. I have had my fair share of women but she was something else. No women could compete with her. I have yet to know more about her but she didn't disappoint Mr Junior that was residing in the trousers. I would even pay her to spend on night with me.

I left her to ponder on the deal. I met my men outside the office room. I didn't say anything simply left and let them follow me. No one stopped us. Not that they could after all we were in control.

Soon I was in the car heading towards the Moretz mansion. In few minutes I was greeted by a nod from Chris Benson, boss's right-hand man.

"Finally, here huh. Boss's waiting for you in the office." Chis said with blank face. His voice rough and icy. I've known him for quite some time now so I knew he was like this. I was more of a guy who could switch personalities if required but he can't or he won't, I don't know.

We were all the same - emotionless, cold and bad people. We didn't do feelings. The reason is that people in our field can take advantage of loved ones just for fun even. Its best to be like this than be a weakly.

I followed him down the hallway, took a right and then took one more turn and we were standing in front of the office doors.

I opened the door without knocking. I mean what's the point of knocking when I knew he was waiting for me to show up.

Boss's eyes met mine – brown – cold and emotionless. He sat straight in his chair while papers were scattered on the office table. He gestured me to one of the chairs opposite him which I gladly took a seat on. Whereas Chris remained standing behind the other chair to my left. I knew Boss was a man of few words so I knew I should start telling him what happened at the Noszka residence.

"They said they need time to think about our offer. They didn't suspect that I was your left-hand man. They still think I'm you, boss. I thought that the boy would be smart enough to know you but I guess he isn't much knowledgeable in the business." I finished but left the girls' part. I knew he wanted to know about her since she has been kept hidden away from everyone. Everyone that was in our line of business.

She had been the talk at several occasions whether that was a party, get together or something. Many wondered if the girl was not physically or mentally fit. Many even doubted that if Noszka had a daughter. But after meeting her in person I was knew that all the rumours were false. She was physically fit to the point that she can give models and actresses run for their money. And I can say that she was mentally stable. She was smart and new how to carry herself.

I just kept my mouth shut because I wanted to know why boss was so determined about digging about the mysterious girl.

Of course, I knew that she will soon be Mrs Moretz which was also why we needed to be sure she was the right girl. What I didn't understand was why that girl. Why not someone else. Someone older, mature, who knows about us and our business. It will be easy to except the situations if any arises in the future for that someone.

I remained calm and didn't give the slightest sign as to what I was thinking about boss and the Noszka girl.

Boss raised a brow at me. Other than that, there was no other sign of what he was thinking. He kept staring at me. After sometime he opened his moth to ask me the question that I was waiting for to be thrown at me.

"What about the girl?" his voice cold and rough.

"The girl wasn't there when I met with Mrs Noszka and Danny. She arrived late. She was probably somewhere. She was quiet and polite. What amused more was the fact that she wanted to work for us. In the house as kitchen staff or gardener or in the business. We all know that Noszka kept his precious daughter away from all the dirty work. She's probably not the best to hire for our business. She was determined to change my mind about the marriage proposal. But I left her to think about some things. I think by the end of the day the answer will be in our favour. That mother-son pair is greedy. Why would they want to leave this life and sleep on the footpath? I think the pair wouldn't even bat an eyelash before agreeing to deal. But they are delaying the decision to dig out something to gain, look for the loop holes, ask their business partners for help. No need to worry about the contract boss I have taken care of it. They won't find a single loop hole. I, myself went through it several times with our most trusted lawyer. About those business partners, I have people who will make sure no one will help them." I finished my little speech all the keeping eye contact with boss.

He was sitting like a statue. He sent me a hard glare before opening his mouth. I knew it was taking him a lot of efforts to get the words out. After all he is the quiet kind of person. He seems quite curious about this matter. He would usually leave all the paper work and small tasks like making sure the properties that came in our possession were empty in short time and sold. He would also let me deal with small deals like prostitutes, deliveries and drugs in small towns. I was an all-rounder in the business.

"Don't test my patience Perez. I'm not in the mood of playing your silly games. Just tell me straight what the girl looked like. Are the rumours true about her health? I want to know everything about her that you know and found out." Wow! I don't even remember the last time he used that many words at the same time. He would usually expect you to understand what he wanted to say by his blank expression. I knew he was not the slightest bit pleased when he called me by my last name.

I gave in, and simply answered his question with a serious tone.

"No boss, the girl is physically fit, probably more than fit. I didn't find any flaws in her – physically and mentally I would say she was perfectly stable. I think I figured out the reason why Late Noszka kept her hidden. I wold rather not reveal and let you figure it out when you meet her. The end line is that the rumours are rumours, false.

"She does resemble her late father. She has got the same eyes as him. I think that's all that I conclude after meeting with her. Anyone could tell that she sticks out like sore thumb in the family with her ginger-reddish hair."

My mind pictured her face over. The way her lips moved like flower petals, looked soft and inviting to be ravished. Her eyes that held so many emotions that even an emotionless person like me could see. her skin looked flawless and radiated nature beauty. She was without a doubt beautiful, too beautiful to be real.

I wouldn't tell my boss that I lusted after her. It wouldn't do me good. For that matter I kept my shut. He's the type of person that everyone fared and wouldn't ever want to cross paths with. Words flow out of people's mouth at the sight of him. But if that doesn't happen, he would put a bullet in the person's skull first and ask questions after. He lives up to his reputation that he built years ago when he was just a teenager.

"Hmm" Boss grunted after listening to my reply.

He (Boss) sat there with a face that clearly showed that he was thinking.

I found Chris withthe same look. He was standing still like a statue.