Chapter 6
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The sheer pain in his eyes has me smiling devilishly. I stood before his kneeling and quivering form, a bloody chainsaw in my grip and a wide smile on my lips. The male yells in pain once more, tears rolling down his cheek.
His sawed off arm laid on the floor, an inch beside him. I had sawed off his entire arm. He shouldn't have touched what wasn't his.
I stared into his blue eyes that glistened with tears and a toothy grin made it's way to my lips. I raised the chainsaw once more aiming for his other arm and switching it on.
"how dare you touch what is mine!"
I yell in frustration.
"HOW DARE YOU!"
I yell louder, sawing his arm off.
He yells in pain, his voice echoing in the dark warehouse.
When done, I turn it off, watching as a string of skin held it together. Tears roll down his cheeks as he struggled to breathe while sobbing in pain.
Utter satisfaction oozed out my skin pores and was definitely visible on my face.
I have no idea why I'm so possessive over my flower to the extent I'm willing to kill this male who dared to touch her. Maybe it's because I already claimed her, I told myself.
The excentric feeling I'm my stomach refuses to fade as I raise the chainsaw once again.
"now for the neck"
I say sinisterly.
Cackling, I turn it on again, taking it closer to his neck, but then,
"boss"
He says and I scrunch my brows.
"boss"
I hear in the distance and then I wake up.
"boss we're here"
Fabrizio says from the front seat of the car. We had arrived at my estate.
I had fallen asleep, having the most amazing dream about killing that male who touched my flower.
A guard pulls the door open and I step out, slightly pulling the lapel of my overcoat. With long strides, I walk towards the double-door entrance of my mansion nodding to my men whom were scattered around the courtyard. I quickly climb the stairs at the entrance, making my way through the door that was opened for me.
"Buonasera signore, La tua cena รจ stata preparata e ti aspetta nella sala da pranzo"
A maid says as I walk past her and up the flight of stairs. /good evening sir, your dinner has been prepared and awaits you in the dining room/
I hum a response, not once glancing back.
Shutting my room door, I take off my overcoat and walk towards and into my walking closet taking out my phone. I send a picture of my flower which I secretly took to my team of hackers in Italy and order them to identify her.
I put my phone aside and begin undressing. A minute later, my phone dings and the screen lights up. I pick it up, tapping on the feedback sent by the team. I begin to read the information on her.
Rose Smith.
American.
Born in New York.
Aged 18 years.
Birthdate, 19 August.
Middle child.
Has two sisters, Alyssa and Anais smith
Mother's occupation: nurse.
Father: deceased.
Attends Green Forest Highschool.
Mobile number :.........
Upon reading her information, a smile makes it's way to my face. She really is a flower just like her name.
I save her number in my contact list and after much contemplating, I agree to call her after I take a bath. Hopefully she won't be asleep.
Stepping out of my ensuite with a towel wrapped around my waist, I walk into my walking closet, throwing on a white T-shirt and black sweatpants, picking up my phone and making my way downstairs to the dining room.
Stepping into the dining room, I nod towards Rodolfo, Fabrizio, Aldo and Enzo to sit as they stood upon my entrance.
I pull out the head chair and take a seat, flipping over my plate and picking my cutlery. I looked around the table at my four most trusted men whom I brought on this vacation then at the feast which has been laid out on the table.
The chefs came around to dish the food for my men as they knew not to dish mine, I preferred to do that myself.
I continue to play with the arancini on my plate as I tried my very best to listen to the things my men were informing me about. She's fogged up my mind with her angelic features, I am truly clueless as to what is actually happening to me. Her red luscious lips, doe emerald orbs, her fair skin, heart-warming smile, her-
"-boss!"
A voice interrupts my thoughts.
"boss it's been fifteen minutes, you haven't taken a bite of your food"
Aldo says.
"you seemed lost in thought, hardly listening to a word we said, are you alright boss?"
Enzo enquires.
"yes, perfectly, just not hungry"
I say placing my spoon down.
"Ha appena riattaccato con una ragazza"
Fabrizio murmurs incoherently. I dart my gaze towards him, glaring at him, and he squirms at the intensity. /he's just hung up on a girl/
He's lucky I wasn't with my gun or else he'd be gone for his spout of words.
Lacking appetite I dismissed myself from their presence and headed up to my bedroom.
Settling down on the couch in the middle of the room and crossing my legs on the coffee table before me, my finger loomed over her contact.
I debated whether to call her or not until I came to a conclusion and tapped on the contact.
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