Ruins of Us

CHAPTER 3

Darce

Control, power and family is all that matters to me, above all else family comes first.

Power, money and influence are the most important things to have in this world. When you have them all, control is inevitable.

I didn't have the family business handed over to me, like most people do, I killed and I bled for it.

Stating all these doesn't make me a monster, it makes me true to myself, my nature.

My office doors open with Gretchen strutting like she owns the place, cladded in a sinful gown that isn't work appropriate but who gives a f**k. That woman knows what to wear to get my blood stirring.

Making her way to my desk "The acquisition plans are ready, just waiting for the family willing to play ball" she says in a sultry voice

"Aren't you an efficient little thing " I coo at her

Gretchen handing over the files kneels before me then unbuckles my belt "that f***s you good". This sends me howling.

She is smart and does have a good mouth, which I like most about her, I thought to myself as she leaves my office.

Reaching to my pocket, I bring out my phone to make a call " are you in town, I'll be coming to your club to make a business deal" I say into the phone making my way to the elevator leading to the ground floor where garage is.

"Yeah, I really want to watch how that pans out" the voice calls out from the other end

"Mr Romanov isn't going to do anything stupid out in the open"

I further add " he knows not to mess with me"

"If you say so" he couldn't help but agree

"Before I forget, Malachi the next time your little rats put their nose into my business, I'll snuff both you and them out" I threaten

"You wouldn't dare, Darce" he mocks laughing before the line goes dead. Malachi is my best friend, he's family but he should know when to draw the line.

Getting to the garage, I enter my corvette stingray and head to prepare for the deal.

After being done with the shower, I dress up then head downstairs.

" Good evening, Mr Darce" Martha, my housekeeper greets

"Evening Martha, don't bother about dinner I'll be out late" I reply before getting into the car.

I get to the club and make my way to the VIP lounge which is close to the bar.

"Gentlemen" I greet pulling Mr Romanov's hand for a shake

Mr Romanov with a sour expression says lazily " Montgomery, you're late - I don't like being kept waiting "

I add drily "Romanov, don't you think you're quite early"

"Enough let's get to business " he says signaling the bar man to bring drinks to the table

"I couldn't more"

Hours flew by, business was concluded and I'm quite happy with the outcome. Mr Romanov and his associate who were probably drunk and talking about God knows what.

I was sat merely just drinking to the taste of my success. My eyes trained to the entrance and lost in my thoughts.

I notice two ladies walking into the club, commanding the place. They make their way through the crowd to the bar, judging by how the blonde haired one moves, seems like she's familiar with the place.

I keep watching them - her. They both place their order, judging by the amount they drink, seems like they've had a shitty day.

They begin to chatter between themselves and I turn my attention elsewhere.

After some minutes, I look over to their and notice that she isn't there anymore just the blonde openly flirting with Malachi, who is serving as the bartender at his own bar tonight.

Given his advances, I can tell he's also into her, they'll f**k this night I'm sure of that. With the way she's basically begging to be f****d with her eyes. I won't be surprised if he indulges her.

I let my eyes roam about in search of her.

And there she is.

Beautiful.

She's on the dancefloor, dancing. My eyes trained her, my interest piqued.

She stills for a moment, probably realising that she's been watched. She turns, eyes in search of me, she doesn't see me at first.

Her gaze finds mine and time stills.

Everything else fades into the background.

I continue to watch her intently and she mirrors my gaze. Impressive.