Chapter 8

Kayden's Pov:

I sat alone in the dimly lit office, a glass of vodka in my hand. It was like a bitter reminder of the past. I twirled the ice in the glass aimlessly, thinking back on all the things I have done. I was going to be the Don of the family, my father chose me over my brothers because I was seen as ruthless, cold hearted and void of emotions, this was mostly true. But the little time that Levena had made her way into my life sympathy wanted room and I would not let it in.

I did not care that I killed many, in fact I felt no remorse. I enjoyed watching their lifeless corpses fall to the ground. The empty look in their eyes as I tortured them and broke them. It brought me peace; it was the only way I felt whole. But as soon as I met her, she completed me in an entirely different way I had never felt before.

From the sweet look of innocence on her beautiful face, to the soft curve of her hip, the way her laugh bounced off the walls. It was like music to my ears. The way she screamed and moaned my name had me wanting more. A knock sounded at the large door, snapping me out of my sweet thoughts. It really pissed me off, I can't even get two minutes of peace in this goddamn house.

"Come in" I said, my tone rougher than intended. "Baby?" came her soft voice. she was so soft spoken. "Come here bae" I said smiling. As she neared me, I pulled her onto my lap making sure she was flush against my chest, dipping my head into her neck I inhale sharply, taking in her delicate scent. I shift her long hair and place a soft kiss on her collarbone, she shivered, relaxing in my embrace.

Another knock interrupted us, followed by my right-hand man entering the room casually. He gave me a look of worry and I just knew that Hayman wouldn't talk. "Uh, boss he refused to confess" he said nervously. "Have you tried dunking him in ice water?" I arch a prow annoyed. "yes, I have" he said sounding cocky. "don't get cocky with me dick face, I'll be there in a minute."

  I walk into the underground chamber of my house and grab a pair of plyers. "Wakey wakey, I say slapping Hayman with the plyers he wakes with a start. "Ahhh" his screams were so pathetic. "Now, if you don't tell me where my money has been going, I'm gonna have to cut off your ear lobes bit by bit" I warn "I-I don't what you're talking about!" "Oh really?"

I arch a brow in frustration my tone dripping with sarcasm. "Well, you leave me no choice Hayman" I place the plyers near his ear "Ready to talk?" no answer, I chop a piece of his ear off waving it around so he can see, he screams in pain like a how a dog would when step on its foot."Ok, OK, I'll talk, I'll talk!" his voice is loud and makes me cringe. "So?" I say waiting.

"C-Cameron said, he'd take everything you have, I-including your girlfriend if he had to!" he shouted "Tsk Tsk Tsk, see this is what happens when you give niggas a chance" I say while pressing a knife to his neck, in one swift move I slice through his flesh and throw his body to the floor, his eyes lock with mine as his arteries empty on the concrete floor.

"Get me that dumb fuck right now" I say my tone dead serious and flat. Soon after Cameron is brought before me to face judgement. "Why" I said my expression cold, It was more of a statement than a question but the fucker still answered. "Cuz your real full of shit you know that? he laughed, I punched him square in the jaw, "you piece of shit, is this how you gonna  repay me for what I did for you!" He spits blood into my face "fuck you, man"

I chuckled, "you know something?" I asked looking him stone cold dead in the eye. Then I smirked, he stood up looking back at me confused, the knife still in my hand, "fuck you to" I stabbed into his flesh "arghh! Y-you murderer!" he screamed "thanks for the compliment" I say walking out of the room as he falls to the floor.

  I go up to my room and turn on the shower, washing away the dirty blood of pathetic bastards. The door to the room opened and I knew who it was immediately, the light thud of her tiny feet hitting the ground every second until it came to a stop. My father's words rang in my head as I thought of all the people, I may have fucked up.

'You live for the business, you die by the business, real men don't wait for opportunities to come their way, they make them'. I remember the first man I killed, he wasn't pathetic like the others, he would've killed me if I hadn't killed him. I was a test my father had set up for me without my knowing, to someone else it may seem harsh on a ten-year-old boy but, in this family, it was seen as opportunity. I shot him as quickly as he came, it was instinct that took over, I didn't wanna die so I had to kill. That memory hunted me from that day how his eyes wend dead.

His eyes glossed over, his eyes stayed open and the look on his face hunted me, until my father shook me out of it that is, 'Son, you live by the gun, you die by the gun, kill or get killed, snap the fuck out of it, some people deserve to die' He walked away from me after that. From that day something changed in me, something clicked and i just didn't care anymore. The moment anyone ever threatened me or anyone close to me would be the moment of their demise.

Levena, she was mine, if anyone dared to take her away from me.....