VARELA

CHAPTER 8

CHAPTER 8

VARELA'S POV

It's been 2 days since I last heard from Michael. At first I had hope, but 2 days is all it takes to remind a killer, that they're just a killer.

My father has announced to everyone in the mansion that I was he's soon to be bride. He's men cheered, but as for he's sister, my aunt. She found pity that someone with so much youth was trapped to a man that held so much death around him.

I tried to assure her I was fine, but how can I assure her something that doesn't exist? Because I'm not fine, I've never been fine. The more I hear them cheer for my marriage to the bastard, the more I feel like I'm being mocked into a life of pain.

But then again, what is pain? An emotion. And like that sick, sinister man has told me various of times. I don't have emotions, so why should I feel anything, especially pain?

I just finished training with one of the men, he was weak. But that's because of caparison. Besides that, he just needed better balance and he could be an important asset to father's gang.

As for me, I walk back to that lonely room in the west wing.

Quiet, but alone.

I pulled my hair into a high bun as I went to go to my computer to do some work. Father has me hacking other Mafia/Gangs around the world, accessing their location, money, important messages and calls.

I was going through the daily procedure as I took a sip of my water and leaned my chin on my palm as I started to get bored.

For someone new this would be anything but boring, but I've been doing this since I was 12.

I was going to log off and have a shower, but something caught my eye as I put my hand down gave my full attention to the screen.

I opened my draw to find papers, but I pushed them away as I grabbed my earphones and connected them to the computer, as I listened in to the phone call.

"Did you do what I asked for?"

"Yes, sir. The arrangements have all been done, I have my ready men. At your word we shall go."

"Good, I want them all dead, Daniel. Every single one besides the girl."

"Yes, Mr. Anderson."

I pulled my earphones off as I shut the computer off.

"What the hell did he mean by all that?" I mumbled to myself, but then it clicked.

He told me he was coming for me, but is death the only way? My aunt still lived here, there are young teenage boys that have been forced to this life like I, they can't die. They don't deserve it! Young women who have been treated like sluts for the gang members pleasure, they don't deserve death either!

I then got off my chair as I ran into my closet, I put on my black jumpsuit that was tight around my body, but was dark enough for me to hide in the shadows.

I looked like a real assassin. But I shook the appearance off as I grabbed my belt to hold various of guns. I then walked over to my night stand as I grabbed my dagger and put it into my thigh pocket.

I've only met Michael once, but somehow I care for him. But I can't let that justify for the deaths he wishes on my home, even if he's doing it to free me.

MICHAEL'S POV

I hanged up smiling widely. I'll finally be able to see Varela again. All I wanted was to take her somewhere far from here, somewhere she deserved to be. Even if it will cost me bankruptcy. I couldn't help but want to please her, she was so addicting. Just one encounter and I was under her spell, I wonder what it will be like if she stayed by my side to the end.

"Sir, there has been reports that Mr. Johnson is armed at the front of he's home."

I smiled, of course that old man would know I was coming for Varela, he knew the moment he provoked me with he's betrothal news.

"Then we must not keep him waiting, shall we?" I smirked. My driver only nodded as he started to speed faster down the highway.

My phone started to ring, I grabbed it from the inside of my suit as I looked at the caller ID.

I smiled with a sinister expression as I answered it with a gentle tone.

"Mr. Johnson, what good deed did I do to get the joy of hearing from you?"

"Cut the crap, I know what you're planning and I'd advise you to turn around before I have to spill blood on my expensive carpet." He gritted out in a low tone, which only made me smile widely. Call me sadistic, but the thought of pain being inflicted on this bastard makes me feel all warm and fuzzy, one would say.

"Ah, I apologise but I don't know what you mean? Turn around, okay." I paused as I looked behind me as I saw my men driving, well Daniel's men. But he's gang is 60% mine.

"All I can see are my men driving with guns behind me, so can you please be a little more detailed?" I asked softly, playing dumb which only gain a groan from Henry.

"You may have hundred's of men coming here, but I have Varela. Wouldn't it be a shame if she killed all your men. Would you still want her then?" He replied in triumph, which only made me lightly chuckle.

"Oh, Mr. Johnson, if you think I'll reject Varela cause she killed my men then you're wrong. If killing everything I have will make Varela come to me, then so be it." I paused as I let out a sigh. "But that's not the case right now, because all I have to do is kill you for that chance. And so be it, it will." I smiled as I heard Henry scream in anger.

"You come here boy and I'll kill you! Do you understand me!?"

"Crystal clear, Henry." I then hung up as I put the phone back in my pocket.

"Sir, are you alright." My driver said but I just looked out the window as I saw the rain start to fall freely in the night.

"Soon I will be." I replied with a stern expression as I waited for the drive to end so I can get Varela.