Chapter 1
Draven’s POV
I gulp down the wine, feeling it rub hard onto my throat.
There are things in my life that I rarely revel in and my birthday has made it to the top of the list, but today since I am turning 30, my old man decided to throw me a party.
fan-fucking-tastic
Don’t get me wrong I love parties; I just don’t love them when I’m the fucking centre of attention. Dressed in a black tight fitted tux, I kind of look like a fucking teenager going to a prom, the only thing missing is a fucking birthday hat.
Raising my glass towards the man that cooked this all up, he smiles and does the same.
Gregory Bane
Arrington’s very own cold-blooded tycoon.⁹
My father was and still is a legend, his lavish lifestyle never came from a genie in bottle, but he believed he was the genie to all his wealth and power.
Owning over countless penthouses and cartels in the state all under his grasp, the man was unstoppable.
And now he wants me to rule all of it.
“Nice party" I heard the sarcasm from Stain as he approached holding a smug look on his face.
Being my brother, he knew my distaste for parties more than anyone else, if it were his, I would drink like it’s my last day on earth, but when its to mine, I would merely glower like I’m at a funeral.
Bleh
I look at my watch and grunt disappointingly at the time, wishing to just snap my fingers and end this once and for all. To say I was tired was an understatement.
“Brother" I grimaced as our glasses clanked together “I will throttle anyone that says “Happy birthday””
Stain chuckled, “Come on brother, you turned thirty, leave in the moment will you”
Just before I could reply, a slight brush on my shoulder stopped me and I turned to see a lady in a mid-40s smiling up at me, ‘’Draven” she slurred swaying as her grip on my shoulder tightened.
“They grow up so fast” she smiled weakly her eye shadow so dark, it made her eyes seem so small.
I smiled awkwardly and looked at Stain for support but he meekly smiled, holding onto his glass.
“Draven can I… can I have this dance?” her slurred voice tightening my jaw “You have just become so fine-looking and… and-“
“I’d rather you not” I cut her off with my sharp tone and slowly pushed her away from me.
The smell of whiskey nauseating the shit out of me.
Stain and I were breathtakingly hot, with our tall built and brown mahogany hair and not to mention our eyes that pulled any lady's attention.
We drew attention where ever we went, but I knew better than Stain with him being younger and I older than him. Believe me, I do love the attention, the moment I flick my eyes at her, I'd have her in bed before she can even smile.
And I hated the wrong attention it always brought to me; an elderly woman trying to flirt with me.
Just great
“Oh, Dad told me to tell you to meet him in his study" Stain finally spoke up, although his gaze was captivated by two good looking ladies who were continuously looking at us and blushing.
Well what lady wouldn't?
“Can it be later" the woman said, pulling at my bowtie “Draven and I are busy” images of myself running my hand through her blonde hair and big bosom, had me supressing a gag.
Ah, it’s a one night’s stand indeed, my dirty mind taunted
“Now Draven" Stain ordered and she rolled her eyes.
I knew my old man was impatient and today of all days, I thank him greatly for that.
“I should go” I pulled her arms wrapped around me “have a lovely night”
I hurriedly rushed away, without giving her time to respond.
LIKE A KING ON HIS THRONE, dad sat on his large chair as I entered his large office. Legs crossed as he held a cigar towards his lips.
“Ah, son" he stood up to greet me with a brief smile, “Glad you are here”
“So am I" I said as I took a seat, mentally noting that he looked slightly cheered than the last time I came in “Everything okay, dad"
He sat down and pulled his large crinkled hands together “I have a present for you"
I raised an eyebrow not expecting to hear him say that.
A present?
The mere mention of a present had me wanting to burst into laughter, but I leaned back in my chair to observe him, not buying his whole “Present" fiasco.
He never gave out presents as cold as he was, he never had the time to act like a father figure that most kids grew up with.
We grew up around guns, drugs, money and all the power craved by many.
“Son, you gotta stick with the program”
He would always tell us whenever through our hard knock teachings.
He drilled us to be ruthless and cold like him.
He was the type of man, who would play chess with you and merely let you win just out of boredom, but the truth Is, the man has a trick up his sleeve, like a snake in the grass, always waiting to strike at the right time.
“Why are so quiet son" he interrogated his old stormy eyes searching mine.
I sighed “What’s the catch old man” I said in a cold annoyed tone. Crossing my leg over the other.
He grinned and sat back in his chair “Look at you, always ahead of the game, son. But mark my words when I say that this time there’s no catch"
I scoffed, my hand tightening on the glass of wine “You and I both know you never give presents, so cut the shit"
He loved beating around the bush like fucking child’s play.
He raised his hands up in his defence and I further glared at him, he released a sigh of defeat.
“You overestimate some of my intentions, son" he said sitting up to look through some papers.
“You always taught us to never underestimate a person " I said wickedly choosing my words wisely.
He looked up, his mask slipping in place giving me a good view of the man I call my father “I'm not any “person" I’m your father”
Yes, he is my father, but being with him was like being in a minotaur maze, one wrong turn and you are dead.
His games were always twisted which is why I learned at a young age to always be cautious of him.
“What’s this present you want to give me?” I asked trying to change the topic.
His eyes lightened as he handed me a photo.
My eyes fell onto a girl with brunette hair, big brown olive eyes and plush pink lips who wore a baggy jeans and sweater, the photo seemed to be taken by one of our spies as the sweater she had seemed to hide her long hair that fell to her shoulders.
Under that hoody I could make out her slight annoyed face, but she seemed to be hiding away from everything and everybody around her; like a ghost hovering in the street with no care in the world, hence her dress code.
“What am I looking at?” I said with my gaze still in her.
“Rhea Maddox" I heard the amusement in his tone which and me looking up at him.
The name rang a bell but I could quite remember where.
He observed me quietly before continuing “She’s the daughter of Mammoth" he said
Oh yeah!
Mammoth was one of dad’s debtors and when he borrowed money from dad and disappeared off the face of the earth, Dad tracked him down to a small town called Marringtin.
Only to find him with a wife and kids, Dad didn’t hesitate to enquire about his debt but he asked for more time which he was given so many times.
Last I heard, Mammoth and his wife were killed and his kids went MIA, off the radar like they never existed.
With dad’s power and money I wasn’t surprised that he found them.
“What am I supposed to do with her” I said not liking where it was going but I took the card, it’s better I play it.
“She’s yours for the taking, since her father owes me so much money, I will take her as my souvenir” he said pride etched in his tone.
I looked down at the picture, innocent and scared of the world those olive eyes have seen so much that made her so scared of coming out of her shell she calls her life.
“Why not just take her brother?” I questioned staring at him “He’s older and can be part of the smugglers.”
“Where’s the fun in that son" He said as he put the cigar between his lips, letting the smoke slowly flow out if his nostrils like an erupting volcano.
He always smoked even when I was 11, but it seemed to have no effect in this being, he would never have TB or bronchitis like normal smokers, he’s body seemed immune which always made me believe that he was rather immortal than mortal.
The room now smelled of burning grass, I didn’t mind for I grew up like this.
“Think of her as your own personal toy" his voice now raspy “She’s very pretty son"
I hesitated for a moment, I knew all to well that like her father, she has been trying to run away just avoid the same fate as him, but now she’s just as involved as he is.
“I will give her to Stain then" he said his eyes narrowed, anticipating my next move.
What’s he playing at
I wish I knew the answer but for one I could see he is trying to test me and it’s working.
I scratched the back of my head “No, I’ll keep her"
You win
Imagining my brothers filthy hands on what is supposed to be mine just made me clench my fists and my blood boiled to a thousand fucking degrees.
Stain was savage with women, sure I too was ruthless with them but he takes the word “Play toy" to a whole different level.
Let’s just say they became his slaves that wore bruises and marks all over their bodies, he degraded women and it was utterly disgusting to watch.
I couldn’t let him have her, he would simply use her, break her spirit and leave her wanting to take her life just to stop the dread and depression.
I didn’t notice as he stood up from his chair “Good” he said before walking away.
Happy fucking birthday to me
~Spade POV~
Meanwhile
Draven Bane
The mafia prince
I couldn't help but scoff, I have never felt rage in my heart but the mere mention of his name was enough to have me breaking everything and anything on sight.
I rush into the room to find her sauntered on my bed.
Ignoring her, I heard to the cockpit and pour myself a drink. Downing it my jaw tightens at the sour taste coating my tongue.
I squeeze my eyes together as I feel her hands tracing my shoulder. Facing her my hand cups her neck, not expecting it, I revel at her wide eyes staring innocently at me. Waiting for my next move.
I inwardly smile
They are always innocent, but once I am done with them, they couldn't even call themselves "innocent"
"My love" she said in a low tone, my hand now tightening around her neck, making her eyes slowly close them.
"What do you want kendra" I intently stared, not pulling away from her.
"I...I...wanted" she choked out, her eyes becoming wide as her airways slowly lost air.
I don't know why I loved this; seeing them struggle and oh so helpless was like a drug I could never have in enough of.
Their little frail bodies were just so easy to manipulate with a single touch.
Surprised that she hasn't yet passed out, I realised her of my tight hold.
Loving the way she started gasping for air.
"Get out!" I lashed out at her as I turned away from her. Hearing her slowly departure.
I wasn't the type to turn down a woman, yet tonight I was just too....
I couldn't name it, yet I could describe the way it made me feel.
Like a deep pain in my chest filled with so much anger. I have had this for years and overtime it grew on me, until it materialised into nothing but pure hatred.
Inside of me grew a menacing creature that only fed off of the misfortune of Draven Bane.
Whenever I was close to him, all I wanted to do was gut him with a knife.
The thoughts were always so tempting and yet, I had to act smart. I had a part to play.
The door creaked open, making me turn to the intruder.
"Mi amore" was all I heard
I watched her slowly approach and plant a soft kiss on my cheek.
"Why are you here?", not looking at her, my gaze pinned outside the dark forest that lay ahead.
"I wanted to make sure you weren't doing something....irrational" she looked at me, fluttering her eyelashes innocently at me.
"I have waited all my life for this, so I won't fuck it up." Clapping my hands together at my determination.
"Good, I want to so spend the night with you" she purred pressing her body against me.
A sinister smile now playing my features, I didn't need to be told twice. I let her lead me out of the room.
*smiles eagerly*
Well?
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And the mysterious man??
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