Dark Chemistry

Chapter-10

"You call it wrong, I call it right

I ain't changing, I'll abide"



Nicolas' Pov :

One week ago...

The smell of blood and rotten meat hit my nostrils when I entered the underground cell of the warehouse in the jungle of Monpura town. I turned left and walked into a dimly lit cell when I saw Stephen, my mate and best friend standing in front of a beaten man with my two other mates Victor and John.

Blood dripping out of his cuts and bruises made him head to toe smeared with crimson blood, hands cuffed, lying on the floor. His face was almost unrecognizable and he was barely breathing.

"Is he alive?" I looked at Stephen and scrunched my eyebrows.

"Yes. He won't die this early." Stephen chuckled.

"Did he open his mouth?" I asked again.

"This motherfucker is mute like forever." John scoffed.

I slowly walked towards him and sat down in front of his lifeless body. He slowly opened his bloodshot eyes as he savvied my presence.

"Hello, Sheeran."

I whispered in a cold shivering tone that echoed through the small cell and gave him my notorious sinister smirk. His eyes went wide and fear was visible in his hazel eyes.

"Tsk. Tsk. Look what you've done to him, guys. Are you alright, young man?" I pouted at my mates then slowly lingered my fingers over his bruises and cuts.

He grunted in pain, coughed, and spit out some blood as I harshly dug my nails into his cuts. My smile widened as I heard his howling when I dug my nails deeper.

"Stop it you mother fucker! I'm not gonna tell you anything!" He growled.

"Mmmm. A little fish got some nerve and tried to be a hero in everyone's eyes. But he forgot that there were sharks in the water and an eagle was flying in the sky, waiting for their prey." I stood up but the same sinister smirk was still plastered on my lips.

"f**k you! I'll f*****g destroy this gang. Just wait and watch."

"Oh yeah. As you wish, your majesty." John said sarcastically.

"Okay let's get started, shall we?" I titled my head and looked at Sheeran who now leaned back against the wall.

"Did you give that information to anyone?" I dropped the smirk and seriousness turned on my face.

"As I said, just wait and watch." It's his time to smirk.

"You are annoying." Stephen sighed and shook his head.

"You know I can give you a chance. Tell me everything. I'll let your lover or crush or whatever she is― go." I crossed my arms and smirked at him.

He froze as I mentioned the girl he had a huge crush on but that girl didn't like him that much. His eyes were glistening with fear, panic, and terror because I knew I hit him to the weak spot.

"No, please. Don't. She's innocent. She doesn't know anything about my work stuff and she is not even my girlfriend. She has nothing to do with this matter. Don't kill her, please." His voice was trembling with fear that made me chuckle in amusement.

"Wow, this journalist turns out to be a lover boy then. Don't worry lover boy. I'll take care of your lady love." Victor chuckled and winked at him.

"You pervert!" He growled angrily.

"Don't raise your voice fucker!" Victor kicked his stomach as he grunted in pain.

"We don't have f*****g all the time for this, you son of a b***h. Spit it out!" John growled.

"The commissioner and the police officer Jacob know about it but the media doesn't know anything yet. I wanted to create an operation on you with the police force first. I wanted to be a hero in everyone's eyes and honored by the government." He grunted.

"You f*****g son of a b***h!" John abruptly grabbed his collar to make Sheeran stand up and started punching his face brutally.

"f**k! Nick, he already involved the cops. Not only cops but also the f*****g commissioner is after us now!" Stephen rubbed his face in his palms.

"Stop it, John. How did you even manage to get that information, Sheeran?" I stopped John and asked Sheeran.

"A man of mine, Bonnie has been working for you for three years. Three years ago, I was going home by the port road at midnight but my car seemed to have some problems."

"So I entered the port to ask for someone's help. Then I saw your men were checking the containers that contained various drugs, dangerous weapons, and bombs."

"I understood that something was happening in this town. I hired Bonnie to get all the information and surprisingly he got a job in your gang. One month ago, I finally got the information that I needed and I was shocked to know that you're―"

"We're not like what we seemed and you got caught and your all hard work for three years washed down the drain." I cut him off and finished his sentence. "Call our men and tell them to kill Bonnie immediately." I looked at Victor.

"Please don't do anything to her. I told you everything." Sheeran begged in a trembling voice.

"For f**k's shake Nick! He had been fooling us for three f*****g years! And we have been thinking this f*****g place is the safest! I f*****g can't believe these shits!" John shouted and rubbed his face in frustration.

"Should we tell the boss?" Victor muttered.

"No! We have to take care of this matter. The boss won't be pleased if he hears that a tiny journalist had been collecting information for three f*****g years and we had no idea about it when we, the team members fooled the FBI team many times in a second blink." I hissed.

"Yeah. Don't ever think about it, Victor." John warned.

I slowly moved my left hand to my waist and pulled out my favorite black dagger from the holster. It was a marvelous gift from the Russian mafia boss Dimitri.

It had an enormous eagle carving all over its arm. I loved it more than my guns because it was as venomous as me. It slit my enemies' throats in one swing and showered me with their blood.

I stood beside the journalist and leaned against the wall. He was trembling badly, his breathing was harsh and painful because he knew what I was going to do.

But no, he didn't exactly know what I was going to do.

"You know what, termite's fins are not permanent," I said in a cold deadly tone, looking at my dagger and brushing my index finger very carefully over the blade.

"And you guys are the termites. You're not permanent in this country not even in this world. You don't know what is coming for you and your boss." He laughed out loudly.

How dare he?!

He just cracked the constraints of my composure and woke up the monster willingly.

"You'll die. Everybody in this gang will die! You-"

Before he could finish I abruptly leaned forward and took his cuffed hands and in one swift motion, I cut his veins.

He was shocked, staring at me as everything happened too fast. Blood was pouring out from his wound as a fountain that made him howl in pain and panic.

"We're not the termites. We're the lions of the underworld!" I growled.

Grabbing his legs I cut the vessels as he was screaming and begging for my mercy.

"I wanted to give you a peaceful death but you choose the painful one. Now bleed and die." I stood up and kicked his body.

"Come on man. It wasn't fun." John grabbed a chopper from the small table full of torturing equipment.

He smashed the journalist's face with the chopper and grabbed his hands. That fucker was whimpering and his body was thrashing on the narrow floor.

John laughed like a madman and separated the journalist's hands from their joint. Blood started draining down from the wounds as he let out a weak scream.

"Goodbye, Sheeran." John laughed as we joined.

"Throw his f*****g body in the sea after he's dead," Stephen ordered our men.

We got out of the cell, bodies wet and smeared with blood. Everybody of us knew a strong disaster was coming toward us ahead with its full force.

Nicolas' Pov:

One week ago...

"Will you be a good girl and suck my huge d**k, puttana?" Stephen smirked at a half-naked w***e who was shamelessly grinding and moaning, sitting on his lap.

In the evening, we all went to my club Cimitero. I was so f*****g pissed because that bastard Sheeran died and rested in peace after causing a huge mess, thank you asshole.

And now this slut was giving me a headache.

"Get the f**k out of my office before I f*****g kill both of you, Steph!"

Stephen shrugged and started sucking her n****e which made her moan irritatingly loud. I grabbed a Rubik's cube from my desk and threw it on that slut's head.

"What the f**k?!" She groaned and rubbed her head.

"Are you hurt, doll?" Stephen pouted.

"I know you are jealous. Why don't you join us? I wouldn't mind a threesome. Are you feeling insecure about your small d**k?" She turned to me and mocked me.

This time I threw a paperweight on her back.

"What the actual f**k?!" She screamed.

"Shhh.. Don't dare to shout at him, doll. Wait for me in an exclusive room. I'm coming in a few minutes." Stephen stood up and that b***h walked out of the room without even caring that she was half naked.

"I would have killed her if she wasn't the mayor's daughter whom I unfortunately need alive for a while." I leaned back on my leather chair and looked at Stephen.

"At least let me have some fun with that bitch." He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms on his chest.

"Don't get too attached or don't drink anything from her."

"Yeah, I know. And I don't need a babysitter."

"f**k you! You know that her father sent her to keep an eye on us."

"Yeah, I know. " Stephen scoffed.

"Go. Your doll is waiting for you." I mocked and rolled my eyes.

Stephen grimaced and walked out of the room. I grabbed a whiskey bottle and gulped half of the liquid. f**k, I was so pissed off by that journalist, a f*****g son of a b***h.

I walked out of my office room with a glass of whiskey and stood on the balcony watching the dancing crowd. Most of the customers of my club in the evening were teenagers and young adults. Because most of their parents didn't allow them in a club, taking alcohol and drugs. That's why they usually came in the evening to go home early so that their parents couldn't suspect them.

But I hated them because they were new to taking alcohol or drugs and used to mess up in my club when they were drunk. I ordered my guards not to allow them inside but Victor and John switched it off because they love to f**k teenage high school girls.

I mentally rolled my eyes seeing Victor and John surrounded by dozens of teenage girls as if they were some kinds of celebrities. When their eyes fell on me, they winked and smirked proudly which made me roll my eyes.

Those teenagers never knew who we were. They just fell for our looks and tattoos.

Suddenly my eyes fell on a group of three girls. Two girls were pushing their pouting and nervous friends on the dance floor. I couldn't say it was her first time in a club.

When I looked at the girl my breath hitched in my throat. She was wearing a short black skirt that reached her mid-thigh with stockings, a short black top that perfectly hugged her big breasts, and showed her sexy belly button, a leather jacket, and black stilettos.

Her face was natural, not caked like others. She was shining like a piece of diamond among the people on the dance floor.

Her lips, her dark eyes, her breathtaking long black hair, her porcelain skin, her toxic smile, her everything poisoned me in one blink.

I have met many girls in my life like models, brunettes, redheads, blondes, actresses, and many sexy and beautiful women with desirable bodies but I couldn't compare her with any of them.

She was a pure angel, a living angel in this little paradise of Bangladesh. She was nothing like those fake and artificial models. Everything about her was natural and angelic. I was damn sure God had made her with extra care.

When she swayed her hips with the rhythm of the music, I stopped breathing. I never thought I would find a sexy angel in this f*****g town which had turned out a f*****g hell to me and my business a few hours ago. f**k, it was an actual paradise.

She and her friends were singing the song loudly and giggling. The song changed into the shape of you. She was smiling, singing, and dancing freely with her friends.

I neither could blink nor could move. Then it happened which I didn't want to happen. Her dark doe-like eyes met my blue ones, an electric flash ran through my veins. I stayed still, on the other hand, my heartbeat increased. I never felt like this before looking into a woman so it was a foreign feeling to me.

She looked away as her friends called her, and immediately I missed her gaze. Then again she looked at me making my heart skip a beat. But it was short. I watched their every movement and I was certain they were worried about something.

I frowned and saw her friends continuously looking at a figure and trying to hide themselves from him. When the figure turned around, I saw it was the commissioner's son, Fardinn.

So he was already here stalking me, I laughed mentally thinking about his stupidity. But he seemed to have something to do with those girls.

When the girls were in front of the exit, she again looked at me. But, it was a wrong decision. A f*****g wrong decision.

Now no one could stop me from getting her as mine, only mine. The notorious sinister smirk appeared on my lips when I thought about claiming her as mine forever.

'You're mine, angel. Only mine. I will make you mine and it's a promise.'