A beautiful nightmare

chapter three

(Russell's POV)

Content warning: This chapter contains a bit of assualt and violent scenes

If only that silly brat knows how close she is to death, she will not only whimper but beg for mercy.

Flash back...

My mum ran inside the house one evening as if running away from something or someone but before she could even lock the door, it was pushed and a gang came in requesting to see my father.

Even though she explained repeatedly that he was out and even checked for themselves, they didn't believe choosing to harm her because they claimed she helped him escape. She was tied to the chair while they molested her. She screamed, pleaded and writhed in pain but you know what they did ... they laughed and then used a cutlass to end her butchering the innocent woman like an animal, her blood spilling as it stained every corner... that night I was bathed with her blood.

Years later, the tattoo I saw on their necks while they committed the act was traced to Senator Paige's mafia organization_"The westian syndicate" after my private investigation. I also found out about every single person involved in her murder.

Their intention was to attack and kill my father a journalist who was hell bent on exposing them, so when he ran for his life like a coward leaving his family behind they decided to use my mum as a symbolic message for him to back up.

Present day...

Speaking of the devil I muttered as my phone came on, The ID showing "Bastard" what I saved my so called father's name with.

What do you want? I asked in haste feeling every bit of hatred in me fuel up.

You need money? How many times do I have to send you money? All you do is go to brothels and waste on drinking.

Dad! Don't you dare shout at me...I yelled back. I am not the cause of your present predicament, you are. I said angrily and ended the call.

With what happened with my dad, you will think he will have been broken to find out his wife was murdered because of his stupidity and cowardice. No, instead he blamed mum for not running away just like he did. He pursued the case until...last year when acid was poured all over him while on his way home. He had remained bedridden for months getting surgeries and treatments after treatments, at a time I even wanted the ventilator to be turned off because left to me he was better dead than alive, but for Lucien.

The fact that he still lived in the house where mum was murdered, yes we practically lived in that house for months till he later repainted it for Christmas. He was well known for his disobedience among the police and other agents, if not for my personality he will have been arrested not less than ten times this year. That man is really a pain in my ass.

Out of the blues, I felt a severe migraine and held unto my chair for support as I groaned in pain while trying so desperately to search for the pills in my drawers. I was feeling dizzy not wanting to slip into unconsciousness , I unintentionally made clattering noises as I searched for the pills hurriedly struggling with my blurry vision.

Lucien came running in, helped me look for it and I swallowed hard without water. I was on the floor still resting when I noticed Tatiana's presence, her wide brown eyes full of pity.

I had enough of pitiful glances when I was young, both sarcastic and genuine and it irritated me to the core.

Get out! I said weakly still trying to catch my breathe, I hated to be seen vulnerable except with Lucien.

Get out! I yelled with the remaining energy left in me and as she ran out I finally let go, letting the unconscious state wrap itself around me.

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Later when I stirred on the bed, I noticed a feminine figure and almost jumped but for my quick IQ that reminded me of my new slave girl.

seeing that I wanted to speak, she got up and headed for the door. I made some soup and I am sorry about earlier on, i didn't know you were actually ill and at the same time looking out for me.

she left before I could even respond, as I turned on my side I groaned in pain wondering what Lucien said to gain her trust. Well that was the least of my worries. I picked up my phone and dialled the capo of my very own mafia organization which I started five years ago_ "The Eastian cartel".

Who is he? I asked you to get back to me, what's taking you so long to find out about the bloody man who came to challenge me at the auction, I didn't invite him, so who did?

Rambling on and on, I got even more offended and ended the call.

Lucien didn't show up in my room until later that night because knowing who I am, he figured out already that I needed space and man was he right.

Hi! I brought a bowl of your favourite....chicken noodle soup or is it French onion soup you are craving at the moment?

What did you tell that b***h? I asked as soon as it crossed my mind, he remained speechless looking away from me.

Lucien! Now you have done something wrong, Haven't you? Come on man, look me in the eyes... but he didn't. I sighed...Suit yourself but before you leave, get her into my room, I need her tonight.

I knew Lucien wanted to refute but I already had my back turned against him and so he got the message and just left.

What will be my gain if I just terminate her without making her go through the hell my mum went through that night...it's not revenge if it isn't sweet and satisfying.

Flash back

" Son I need your help, the doctor says I am dying and my health is gradually failing me so I will have to undergo an operation again."

I scoffed as I remembered my dad's words to me earlier in the afternoon. The fact that I have promised myself severally to never allow his words or actions get to me but still find myself wanting to give the capo an order to end him immediately...I gritted my teeth wondering if I could do so without Lucien's knowledge.

Even if I kept it as a secret I will still find myself opening up to him one way or the other. We were that inseparable. The night my mother was murdered in cold blood, I was alone in a corner struggling to breathe when Lucien ran in and helped resuscitate me like a professional...it was where my mental breakdown officially started leading me to the point of now taking pills to calm my nerves and help my body system.

Every day on my way to school before the incident, I will see Lucien by the roadside...somehow smart me knew he was a pickpocket and he almost played a smart one on me before I caught him red-handed. He wanted to run but my grip on him was firm and I successfully tackled him to the ground. I got to find out he was a street urchin who fed and survived from what he stole...that was his source of livelihood.

I couldn't do much as a child so I gave him my lunch meal on my way to school everyday and before long we bonded and sometimes I even ended up playing truant in school just for us to hang out and have some fun.

Till today, I am still unaware of how he found out about what happened and as for his saving skills he learnt from an uncertified nurse who dropped out of school after she became pregnant and opened a small kiosk where she sold drugs. she took special interest in him and up till now we refer to her as "mum" even though she has her own children.