Sadistic

02

Silas POV

I sat alone in my dimly lit office, the monotonous task of sifting through paperwork provided a temporary respite from the stress/pain that had consumed me.

I reached for the crystal decanter on my desk, pouring myself a generous measure of whiskey, the amber liquid casting a warm glow in the room.

The rich aroma of the drink mingled with the scent of aged leather and old books, creating an atmosphere of solemnity and contemplation.

With each sip, the fiery liquid provided a fleeting escape from the relentless demands of my profession.

I am the Don of the Italian Mafia, a title passed down to me by my father, just as he inherited it from his own father.

When people sense my presence, they cower in fear and show deference, kissing the ground where I walk. They kneel before me, begging for mercy, but I am known for showing none.

It is for this reason that I am also referred to as The Devil.

But that was beside the point of my problems as I couldn't stop thinking of her.

the woman who had changed my world and stolen my heart, the one for whom I would get on my knees and willingly worship as my queen.

I couldn't shake off the memory of the day she walked out on us and left no trace of her existence, four years ago.

On the day I woke up from bed alone and she was gone, leaving nothing but a note beside my dresser.

Her touch lingered in my memory, a delicate caress that sent shivers down my spine, and her scent, a tantalizing blend of strawberries and something more elusive, something that hinted at danger and allure.

Comparing her to other women was futile; she was the one I longed for, who I would want to marry to become my wife.

I retrieved my phone from my pocket and swiftly dialed Lucas. After a few rings, his familiar voice cut through the line.

"What's up, Silas?"

"I need you to find Vera," I instructed

"I'll get right on it," he assured me as he didn't even question it before ending the call, leaving me with a smirk that crept across my lips.

I will find her, and she will be mine again, whether by choice or by force.

As Lucas delved into it, I learned that she was merely a few hours away in New York.

The longing for her had become unbearable, and it was time for her to take her rightful place as my Queen of the Underworld.

I boarded the private plane, waiting for Lucas to gather the detailed information he could find about Vera and her whereabouts.

"This is what I found ," Lucas reported, handing me a yellow envelope before taking a seat beside me.

I eagerly tore open the envelope and was immediately captivated by the images of her. She was breathtaking, a true vision of beauty. She was even more seductive as I last saw her.

As I perused the photos, memories of our last encounter flooded my mind, stirring a tightness in my pants.

However, my fervor was abruptly quelled when I stumbled upon a photograph that shook me to my core. There she was, with a little girl.

I scanned through the details and learned that her name is Melina Priscilla Pelova, age four, born on November 19, 2020, with an unknown info of the father.

As I delved deeper, a disturbing realization began to take shape.

she is my daughter.

Why hadn't Vera told me that we have a daughter?

Why had she kept this from me?

The reasons were clear, but the fact remained that I had a daughter, blood of my blood.

I can't believe, she had f*****g kept this as to think I would never find out, running my hands through my hair in frustration.

“ That's not all silas as pissed as you are right now “

“ f*****g tell me, Lucas, “ I said getting to the point

“ she has a boyfriend” he revealed

“ WHAT!!”

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VERA POV

"Thank you, Don," I said, as we left the restaurant and headed toward my car.

I buckled Melina into her car seat as she immersed herself in her iPad and the world of her headphones.

"It's no problem, I love spending time with you and Melina," Don said, his touch gentle as he caressed my cheek and we looked into each others eyes.

Our faces began to draw closer, and before I knew it, our lips met in a tender and meaningful kiss.

"I love you, Vera," Don confessed, his words hanging in the air, leaving me wide-eyed

"You don't have to say it back, just know that I do," he reassured me, and I nodded in silence, my thoughts racing as he kissed me once more before departing to his own car.

As I drove back home, my mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions.

Why hadn't I been able to say it back?

The truth was, I did have feelings for him, and our shared history had only deepened.

Yet, a part of me hesitated to let him or anyone in my cold heart as a dark past, and fear guarded it.

When we arrived home, Melina ran into the living room and swiftly switched on the TV, eager to catch her favorite show.

Meanwhile, I put my stuff down on the kitchen counter then glanced at my cellphone and noticed a missed message from Don.

"Meet me @ Buvette Gastrotheque URGENT!!!!"

Concerned, I attempted to call him, only to be redirected to voicemail.

We just saw him only a hour ago.

"Melina ," I called out, and she ran to me.

"What's wrong, mommy?"

"Nothing's wrong, sweetie. I need to go meet Don, and you'll stay with Mrs. Johnson, our neighbor," I reassured her, crouching down to her eye level.

"Is Don okay?" she asked.

"He's fine. Come, we have to go," I replied.

After ensuring Melina was in good hands with Mrs. Johnson, I hurried to the cafe. Despite my attempts to call and message Don, I couldn't reach him, deepening my unease.

But yet part of me seems off about this.

I dialed Don's number repeatedly as I was in the car, and after several attempts, he finally picked up.

"Is everything okay?" I inquired, pausing at a red light.

"Everything is fine, why?" he responded.

I made a swift U-turn, determined to head back home as the phone gotten disconnected.

Upon reaching Mrs. Johnson's house, no one was answering.I drew my gun out and fired at the handle before forcefully kicking the door open.

Rushing inside, the sound of the television led me to the living room, their was blood and a dead Mrs. Johnson.

Frantically I began searching the entire house, I found no trace of Melina.

"f**k!" I screamed and putting the gun to my head as thousands of thoughts filled my mind then received a text from an unknown number.

"Come to The Roosevelt Hotel. Room 115, Floor 25. Alone," the message read,

I held onto my gun tighter propelling me to confront the Son of a b***h responsible for my daughter's abduction.

Arriving at the hotel, I disregarded the bewildered onlookers and silenced their protests with pointing my gun at them. With grim determination, I marched toward the elevator.

Upon reaching the 25th floor, I stepped out and meticulously sought out the designated room.

As I stood before the door, it swung open of its own accord, revealing the person I least expected to encounter, prompting a surge of disbelief and fury.

"Silas,"

"Hello, Vera,"