My Little Butterfly

Prologue

The night was foggy.

Zane pushes the door of his Range Rover and leans against it, spewing a long puff of cigarette smoke. He waited, he waited for an opportunity to show itself to him, and his waiting was worth it.

A silhouette of a man emerged from the darkness, right in front of Zane. Zane throws a cigarette, and she falls into a piddle under his left shoe and stops burning. The man's shadow was drawing closer and closer, and his features were becoming more and more visible. He wore a fedora on his head and an expensive Italian suit. Eyes black as coal, mouth framed with thick, black mustaches.

" If I had waited another minute I would have gone to hunt you down and get what I needed, not waited for you to bring it to me. " Zane says, reaching out in a demanding gesture, the man gives him a yellow, long envelope. "I would expect nothing less from you, although I did not expect you so personally!" The man breathes in and touches the edge of the fedora in a sign of goodbye, and before he can turn around and go, Zane stops him; "Stanley, you've been the best lawyer I've ever had, don't be late anymore, or I'll find you a replacement!" Zane's voice is lost in the darkness behind the man's feet, and he smiles. He didn't really mean it, he had known the old man since he was a kid, he was always and remains one of the best lawyers in his family. He knew the heart and insides of the Paralli mansion and that's the way it was going to stay.

The mahogany door slammed shut. The foyer was filled with a golden-yellow light that gave the appearance that the high-ceiling rooms were bathing in the sun both day and night. The spiral, gilded staircase in the center was decorated with bouquets of red roses neatly arranged in silver cups along the fence.

Madam Rose, the housekeeper sighs, already her head aches from arranging the decorations, the food and even the staff. The maids had already completed their duties for all 40 bedrooms and 40 bathrooms in each room. Mr. Louie, the head butler, appeared at the double-leaved door that led into the dining room. His old yet gentle face, adorned with a freshly trimmed gray beard, is wrinkled.

"Madam, Master Zane is just parking in the garage, shall we set up the cutlery?" Madam Rose touched the tip of her nose with her thumb resting on her black, spooned stick. " Yes, and tell the servants to fill the master's bath with a hot bath and change. That's it for today". She says, and they head for the massive door to greet the master of the house.

Madam Rose spent her entire teenage life in that mansion. She has been in the service of this family since the age of sixteen, as was her mother before her. She watched an empire rise, fall, and rise again with a succession of owners until Lord Zane was born. Since he was six years old, she had been in charge of him, his mother nurturing the empire while her husband defended and protected it from hungry predators who wanted to take it from them. Zane was forced to grow up prematurely. By age six, he was practicing shooting, by age fourteen, he was learning how to shoot a rifle, by age fourteen, he was driving his first car, by age sixteen, he was fighting wars after his father was killed, and his mother died of multiple sclerosis at the age of 45.

The night was long gone, and the air was thick and cold, like every December. Soon the snow would come, as could be seen from the thick fog that had wrapped the city in its gray arms. The door of the golden black Maserati opened, and out came a man in his early 30s. His thick black hair was strung back. His wrinkled neck smeared with fine ink was full of veins that contributed to his fearing yet mature appearance. When caught in the spotlight of his backyard, his electric blue eyes came to the fore. A black shirt and black pants accompanied by a tight leather jacket contributed to his opaque sexy appearance.

" Master Zane, dinner and a hot bath are ready. Just decide what you need first!" Madam Rose smiles softly as she makes the wrinkles around her lips close together. Mr. Louie gives him a gentle bow and moves to the side along with Madam Rose so that Zane can pass. Stepping into the main foyer, he slowly began to take off his leather jacket as he inhaled the oak and rose fragrance from the massive stairway. " Madame Rose, with all due respect for all your efforts, I'll probably eat out. And you, Louie, call Hanzo and Tia to my office right away, please! "

Both servants nodded their heads as the sound of Zane's shoe spread through the empty villa. He flew into his study and furiously pounded his fist on the marble table in the middle, not going well this evening, and of course he wouldn't show it in front of Madam Rose, who is practically more like a mother than a servant of the house, nor would he frighten a man as old as Mr. Loui. At home, he was harsh and cruel to all but the two of them. He did not tolerate female servants or staff, especially those who undressed him naked in passing through the house. It's a good thing that Madam Rose doesn't yet know what a psychopath he really is in his soul and what he's been doing to other people in the dark when no one's looking.

Three knocks were heard on the door before it was opened. In the doorway, dressed in a black suit, with long red hair and wide, well-worn hips, stood a girl with a killer look and an even more dangerous posture. Her ankle on a black leather shoe is adorned with a golden Glock. Next to her stood a tall, well-dressed man with golden hair slicked back, also dressed in black from head to toe. From the tip of his right eye to his thin, broad lips, there was a dark, jagged scar.

" What the hell, gentlemen! f*****g s**t! What are these failures?! " Zane angrily threw at them the yellow folder he had received earlier that evening. The girl, though frightening in appearance, shrinks from Zane. She is afraid of him, and even if she is the one who could kill a man with a pen as accurately as she is, in front of Zane, she loses all courage. The man picks up the envelope from the floor with a trembling hand, carefully opening the lid, trying his best not to piss himself while looking at the furious Zane in front of him, who now has all the veins on his neck under his tattoos popping out as well as those on his massive, outstretched arms.

Inside the envelope were photographs of the actual m******e. Heads on the floor, blood on the walls, rooms torn apart. Broken bottles and glasses and all marked and documented with yellow tape of police evidence and cards. Zane raises one eyebrow, his face full of rage. "So, what? It's like I sent f*****g amateurs instead of highly trained operatives! What the f**k is this? Tia? Hanzo? f*****g speak up! "

He pounces once more on the table, and it is as if the whole room shook from his very contact with the table. Tia jumps back, while Hanzo continues to tremble in the corner of the room. That's it, he's had enough. Zane jumped up, and in a second he was in front of them, grabbed both of them by the neck and nailed them to the wall and so lifted them up, their legs frightened, crumbling under him. " One more mistake like this, and you'll both end up in my room in the pain and suffering you've been pushing others into! " He let go of the grip on their necks and they both fell down with a loud bang. Coughing and squeezing their necks with obvious fear on their faces.

Zane ventured outside, hurriedly stepped down the stairs and stepped out into the cold December air only in his sleeveless jacket. There he was met by a driver, who had already driven out of Zane's black Rand Rover when he saw him run down the stairs through a massive, gold-framed window. " Where to, Master Zane? " The driver asked when Zane jumped in the back, running like an enraged Bulldog. "Valley avenue, need to kill some people!" the driver nodded, all you can hear that night were squeaking of tires drifting off in to the night.