Chapter 1
"If you don't get out of my way, I'm gonna put a bullet through your fucking head, you understand me?"
Carlos De Fernanda was seething in rage, his big palms balled into fists, his chest heaving as he stared at the audacious young man in front of him,
The head of his security and personal bodyguard, Nicholas.
"Are you fucking deaf?" Beneath the fury in Carlos' deep voice which vibrated in his luxurious bedroom, was frustration.
Why the fuck was his bodyguard who had never disobeyed him, suddenly acting up at this crucial moment?
Talk about fucked up plans.
The younger man sucked in a deep breath, and lifting his face which bore the most striking features for a man, he muttered softly,
"My apologies, sir, but I can't let you out of this room."
What the...
There were a number of things that Carlos De Fernanda didn't tolerate, and at the top of that list was being challenged.
Everyone in Italy knew the consequences, most especially the Garzia family, who had dared to set his warehouse on fire, burning millions of dollars to the ground.
Carlos was known for exacting vengeance in a way that his enemies regretted ever crossing him.
The last person who had dared to betray him had been sent in different parts to his business partners, sending a message which had established his reputation.
And yet..
Carlos' thick brows furrowed in confusion, his brain unable to accept the transmission he had just received from his ears.
He had to be having some issues processing sounds, because no way did his head of security who executed his commands without questions just refuse him.
"What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Say?"
Carlos' chest was rising and falling in rapid movements now, his jaw working, fingers twitching, grey eyes darkening, sculpted nose flaring.
And yet, none of those physical signs stopped the other man from repeating himself,
"It's too dangerous, Sir. I already deployed my subordinates to take care of them. I suspect it's a trap, which is why it's better you stay here..."
"Have you gone malady? I am not some fucking wimp that cowers and hides away in his room based on your useless speculations! Open this door, now!"
The consigliere was losing his cool, that deceptive calm exterior that hid the ruthless danger he wore like a duplicate skin.
And once again, Nicholas squared his broad shoulders, and staring his boss in the eyes with those brown eyes, he spoke again,
"My duty is to protect you, sir. Please understand that I can't jeopardise..."
This time, Carlos let the thin strand of patience he had been gripping hold of snap, and suddenly moved forward, grabbing the younger man by the collar of his suit and pushing him to the wall. Hard.
Nicholas' head was slammed against the hard wall, but he gave no indication of being in pain, but instead, shut his eyes briefly.
Carlos was seething in rage, his eyes narrowed to slits, his breaths coming out in harsh gasps.
"Don't bullshit me. I am your boss, you do whatever the fuck I tell you to do. Now, what is the passcode?"
