chapter 5

My father said to me to be on top, you've got

to start from the bottom. And he said the way

to learn to achieve it is to spend every second

watching someone do it. I did it. I learnt and spent

every second watching my father did it. Now i

had become invincible, i'd definitely on top of

the world. I never considered him as a father, he

never acted as a father. I didn't know what love,

affection, and tenderness are. I never felt those

kind of feelings, all i ever felt was just pain and

hurt. Those were that made me who i am now.

I put on my Armani three pieces suit, opened

the first top button of my white shirt. I buttoned

my jacket and took out my cufflink buttons with

B' engraved on it from the drawer. I was ready

to work andwalked downstairs. I found Greta

preparing my breakfast in the kitchen counter.

"Good morning, Mr.Black."

"Morning, Greta." I replied her with a firm voice

with a nod.

Greta was one of my trusted staff who i respected.

Beside Costner and Andrea. Andi only replied to

my respected staffs, to the others ijust ignored

them or gave a curt nod as a response. She was

in her fifties, she handled the households. She's

been working here since my father still alive. I

respected her loyalty.

I ate my breakfast in silence. Read the finance

column on a newspaper. Then i heard a cough.

"The car is ready, sir." Costner informed.

I'll be done in 5 min..

I liked Costner, he was trusted, efficient, and

dependable. He was in his mid forties. I saved his

life once back then, when he was robbed by 10

men. When they tried to kill him i saved him and

killed all of them. I wondered why he didn't fight

back, with a skill like that, he'd turned down 10

elephants. Until i saw his baby in his arms. He

tried to protect the baby no matter what. Since

then, he worked for me like he owed me a life.

"Of course, Sir. And the package from Mr.Pearce

has arrived."

"A package ?"

"He couldn't get the money, so my men took his

daughter instead. Like you ordered"

I sighed and stood up buttoned my jacket. "Very

well then. Let's go"

As soon as we were outside, Sarm and Dexter

approached me givinga report. Good boy, i trained

them well. I waved them off, they ran to get back

to their position. Costner was about to open my

Range Rover 5.0 door when i noticed a limo was

parked next to my Rover when it should be parked

in the back garage. Some of my henchmen ircled

in front of the limo talking about something, one

of them looked up and shocked to see me. They

ran toward me and one of them with a scar on his

face that i assumed was their commander stepped

forward to greet me, while the others keep their

head down.

"What's in the limo ?" I asked to him

"It's the package, Sir. I was going to send it to the

cartel.."

I hold up my hand, stopping him from talk. I had

the meeting in 1 hour, i should probably just go

and left him do his job. But suddenly i had the

urge to see the package.

"Open the door." I command, he confused but

ordered one of his men to open the limo door.

When the door opened, i saw legs that covered

with bruises. I've seen those legs, those fairy skin,

but i couldn't recalled As if aware of being stared,

she tried to move her tied legs from the light to the

shadow where she hid her face.

"Get her out of the car." I ordered with a stern

voice, made everyone startled

Two men got her out of the limo, she fought

weakly. When she stood in front of me, she looked

up and i felt a big rock fell on my head. My heart

stopped beating, i forgot how to breathe for a

second. It was her. The same green eyes i met two

months ago. Her long brown hair, and her split

night robe gave me the advantage to ravish those

long legs that goes for miles. I stare went up, but

chose to skipped her cleavage because i did't what

id do ifi stare at them.

I looked to her face and saw fear and vengeance

in her eyes. She didn't recognized me, good. Then

i noticed her lips were split. My anger surfaced,

i surveyed her arms and legs that now full of

bruises and cuts. I didn't how and why, but i felt

an ache in my chest. I faced the guy who had scar

on his face, i will made another one on his face.

"What happened to her ?" I asked with anger in

my voice. He was shaken, and looked at his right

and left for help but nothing.

"She was. . She was hard to handle, Sir. She kept

fighting back. So we shut her up.. I mean keep her

down." He stuttered with his answer.

"By hitting her ?" I raised my voice louder this

time. "You think you can sell bruised and wounded

girl to the highest bidder?"

"Sorr.. Sorry, Sir. I didn't think that far. I

thought.."

My fist flew to his left jaw made him hit the

ground. He held his jaw like it would healed

the pain. From years of practice and the leak of

bleeding, i knew his jawbone was sheared off.

"If you work for me, you don't think. You just do

what you are ordered."I said looking down to him.

"Phease fohgif me sergh .. Phease." He apologized.

I turned my face to her. She was still gasped from

the stunt i pulled, why she gasped when i punched

the man who hit her?

"Take her inside." I told Costner and walked back

inside the house.

Two of his men grabbed her arms and leaded

her inside. Once inside, all the house staffs were

shocked looking at the girl. She was a mess. Her

hair was ragged, her night robe was torn and the

knot was loosened made it split revealing her

black underwear.

"What's her name ?" I asked Costner.

"Cassandra Pearce, Sir" He handed me Charles's

file.

How can i missed to read his file and made a false

assumption that the blonde was his daughter. She

tried to get away from the grip my men had on

her.

"Release and untie her." I took a step closer to her.

She looked threatened by my approach. She

fastened her robe. I cupped her chin and inspected

her face to find another cut other than her split

lips. She slapped my hand away.

"Don't touch me." She hissed with teary eyes.

Disgust displayed on her face.

I narrowed my gaze on her, it made her shrink. I

really distasted her reaction to my touch. No one

dared to touch me, let alone slap me. Her disgusted

face replaced by fear, good. I preferred her to fear

me than hate me. I need her to fear me so i can

control her.

"Take her to the guest room." I said to Greta.

She hurriedly took Cassandra by the arm and

helped her walk. When she turned her back on

me, she stole a glance at me. Looked me in the

eyes. Those eyes told me that she was so unsure

and confused. But she let Greta walked her to the

guest-room on this floor.

"Not the guest-room on this floor, Greta." I said,

made Greta stopped and turned to me confused.

"The one next to mine."