Chapter 5A: The villians

*Warning: This chapter contains some abusive and sexual actions that some readers might find triggering or uncomfortable."

"Bitch, what the hell are you doing?" A guy said as he grabbed the girl's hair, who was sitting on her knees in front of him. She was naked and shivering with fear.

That guy wore a grey suit, but his clothes were messed and ruffled. His black hair that fell gracefully onto his forehead was now a little messed up. He seemed to be in his late 20s.

His pants were open, and that girl, whom he referred to as 'bitch' was sucking him off earlier before he pushed her away harshly. And the reason he became so angry was that she wasn't "good enough."

It was a fancy room; huge windows, imported furniture, and luxury things in every corner of the room. The bed was against the wall, facing the windows. The sofa was parallel to the bed; it faced the door. That guy sat on the sofa, and the girl was on the floor.

That guy laid back on the sofa and crossed his legs. He looked her up and down and seemed to have calmed down, but the next second, he had a disgusting expression.

"Master," Another girl said seductively, as she sat on the sofa beside him. She came closer, and her hands slipped down his abs. "Ignore her..." She said before she kissed him deeply.

A smile formed on his face as he got the passion he wanted from his sex slaves. Another girl came closer and started kissing his neck, her hands snailed around him, touching his body. Her actions pleased him.

The first girl who was sitting on the floor watched them quietly. She had a neutral expression on her face, neither angry nor disappointed. She was scared of offending him and thus silently left the room.

As she opened the door, she saw an elderly man standing there. He wore a black suit and had a mustache that had started to turn white, just like his hair. Several bodyguards stood behind him. She bowed to him and then rushed outside.

"THE HECK ARE YOU DOING!?" That old man said in anger as his men pushed the door open.

"Dad??" That young guy was shocked and pushed both of those girls away. He stood up and buttoned his pants in a hurry. Those two girls rushed outside at once.

"Oliver Scott!!" His father, Thomas Scott, said in a stern tone. "How many times have I told you NOT TO DO SUCH STUFF IN DAYLIGHT!! All those reporters are outside this hotel what if they know what the hell is going on here!! I don't want any more scandals." He started shouting again.

But Oliver, that young guy, wasn't even affected by his warnings and looked pretty calm.

Thomas Scott, the head of the AB organization. A well-known figure in the underworld. AB organization was the most powerful in the present time. Unlike Y organization, everyone knew about the head of AB organization, but no one dared go against them or harm them.

Oliver was Mr. Thomas Scott's only son. He was known to be a womanizer and a spoilt kid. Little did anyone know he had made a lot of women his sex slaves against their will. He had kidnapped them all and didn't allow them to leave the villa.

Even though he had a bad reputation, he was responsible for the work that he was assigned; especially, when it was about killing someone.

The Scott family was pretty dangerous but nothing compared to the Astley family. When the Astley family was around, no one paid any attention to the Scotts. Thus the fear that the Y organization will come back to power one day never left them even when they now ruled the underworld.

"Dad, do you have to create all this drama?" Oliver asked his father. He got up from the sofa and walked towards Thomas.

"Tell me, Do you have to do it when you have an important meeting in just 15 minutes?" Thomas asked him as he clenched his teeth. He didn't want to hit him. He knew that when angered, Oliver could even kill his father without flinching. He was unable to do anything to fix his spoilt son.

"Don't worry, it's not like you're gonna lose the deal..." Oliver said and patted his father's shoulder before he left the room.

"This kid!!" Thomas said in frustration and sat down on the chair that was placed in front of the bed. He ordered his assistant to follow Oliver and keep an eye on him.

"Sir, I'm curious about one thing..." His butler asked, and Thomas looked at him in curiosity.

"Why don't you let young master handle things on his own? I mean he's old enough to handle everything, right?" He asked and could see the frustration on Thomas's face after he heard the question.

"AB organization somehow reached the top from my efforts, but still he's not responsible enough to handle it." He leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

"There's so much bloodshed behind this success. I don't think that he'll be able to keep all that behind the covers for too long." The assistant understood his reasons.

"My only wish is that those long-buried secrets don't come to confront us one day." A deep sigh escaped his mouth as he remembered his biggest sin.