BOUND BY A BILLIONAIRE'S DECEIT

10:00 am The Vaughns' restaurant Rose's POV It was a Monday morning, and as usual, the restaurant was full; I could never figure out why; I guess many people believe starting a week on a good note is starting with a good breakfast. I was at the table of a strange man. He looked hollow and pale, he wasn't sure what to decide on, Our special breakfast or French toast, I was about to decide for him when “He” walked in, and with him came a heavy wave of cold and darkness, I immediately lost my composure and left the table I was tending to. Aiden Vaughn sure knew how to make an entrance that left people shivering. It took a minute to regain composure. I got back to the table to find an empty seat. The man must have gotten pissed and left. I quickly turned to the next table; it was the table before Aiden's; as I took the order, I heard Aiden mutter on the phone; he sounded distorted; that was an emotion I had never associated with the pretty devil billionaire Aiden. He immediately stood up to leave. I turned to go get the next table's order and he brushed by me, I could swear I felt a jolt of electricity course through me, I must have been as light as wind because Aiden merely continued walking without as much as an acknowledgment of the presence of life. 'Good riddance' I muttered, 'I hope he breaks a leg and never comes back here'. Dumb of me to make such wishes for the owner of the restaurant I worked in. Aiden's POV “Bring the money or find The Vaughns' dirty secret on the front page of the newspaper tomorrow” were the exact words he used. As I rode to the office from the restaurant, I thought of the best way to handle the scumbag that had been calling my line for days, claiming to have a secret of mine worth ten million dollars. He must be a clown, but I was interested in meeting this clown, so, I had agreed to meet him later today. I wasn't sure how, but I intended to teach him a lesson if he was just a waste of my precious time. I stood under a bridge, it was utterly dark there, “The clown must think he has an edge over me, asking to meet at such a weird spot”. I muttered, That just confirms he doesn't know who I am. I saw a very lanky man approach; his eyes looked pale and hollow, almost like those of a ghost; immediately I knew he was going to be a waste of time, "A junkie who needs fast money, most likely," I concluded. 'Where's my money ass hole?' He said as soon as he came close, “It's in the trunk.” I responded with a very calm voice, a voice that has worked in the past to make bullies feel like babies. “Get my money now, and don't you try to play monkey tricks on me,” he said with an octave voice now; he must have felt small and felt the need to shout, but my approach was working. “You said you had something to tell me first; I'm all ears,” I said, using the same belittling voice. “Give me my money first, and I'll tell ya,” He answered, this time jittery; I could tell he was under the influence of drugs, so I knew I had to be careful. I walked to the trunk to get him the fake money I had my lawyer prepare. I was giving no clown junkie my hard-earned money. He followed closely behind, and I could feel the sharp edge of metal pressed on my back; he came prepared; good thing I did as well. As soon as I opened the trunk, he stabbed me deep in my back, twisted the knife, and tried to pull it out. Adrenaline coursed through me as he pulled out the knife; I headbutted him and turned around to give him a solid jab in his belly and one on his jaw that should have knocked him out, but he must have gotten superpowers from whatever drugs he was on. I kicked him in the right knee to disable him and put my arms around his neck. If a punch wasn't going to put him out, pressure on his epiglottis would do the trick. Blood pumping in my head as I continued to strangle him, he stopped to struggle, and I knew I had to let go but I couldn't. I held on till he slumped on my arms. I let him drop to the floor and checked his pulse. There was none. He was dead. My heart started to steady, but I was sweating profusely, 'Oh s**t,' I thought. Just then, I heard a scream and looked up to see a lady screaming her lungs out. Immediately she stopped screaming, she passed out and hit the ground like a log. “Oh great, more fun here, ain't it? A dead junkie and a passed-out whiny witness”, I said as I rolled my eyes and gave myself a good smack on the head. What a night Aiden, what a night!!. I put the dead body in the trunk and the lady in the back seat. "Mr. Brad, my lawyer, was going to handle the body, while I handled the girl", I thought as I drove the car at such speed, my brain starting to register the pain in my back and the wetness of blood that had encompassed half of my shirt and pants. **************************************************** I woke up the next morning to such excruciating pain, but I was relieved to know Brad had disposed of the body in a way it could never be traced. The doctor hovered over me as I opened my eyes. Brad had called him to treat me as soon as I got home last night, and now he was there to bombard me with more boring information about the detriment I caused myself and the importance of bed rest for healing. “Sorry Doctor, I can't stay in bed today; all I can promise you is to not get these bad boy stitches ripped and try my best not to overindulge in the painkillers,” I said to the doctor as I collected more painkillers from him. “I'll be fine, don't worry about me” I assured him as I caught his sinister look. I immediately went to the guest room; I had put the lady I brought in last night there; it was time to handle her. She was still asleep when I got there, and without trying, she looked like a ray of sunshine, but I could sense it was mixed with a bit of tro uble; she ain't no saint. Good thing I intend to keep her for a while.