Chapter 3 The devil wins

"What? Are you insane?" Tory got hysterical.

"I'm not, am just protecting my interest" Remsey declared.

"What interest?"

"You fooled me once, by hiding from me, I'm not letting that happen again_ No, not with my bride"

"You can't do this, I need to explain things to her, you can't just take her away like that"

"Watch me" Remsey dared him

"You are evil"

"So have been told" he laughed.

Raymond and his men burst into Helen's room when they finally found her room after breaking down about three doors.

Helen, who was dozing off from exhaustion from the party, jumped off her bed, and tried to hide when she saw the men coming for her.

She ran for the closest but was too late, one of them got her. And toss her on his wide shoulder. She screamed and struggled as he balanced her on his shoulder.

"Let me go! Put me down! Please I beg of you, I will give you anything, just let me go!" she begged.

"Stay still and be calm" her adapted warned as he carried her away.

"Scars, we have got her"

Raymond announced in his devil's deep voice that shook Helen up. It wasn't just the voice that stunned her. It was the name he mentioned. "Scars!" that dried up her stomach.

Good, she rides with me," Ramsey ordered his men.

"Yes scar" Raymond affirmed as he signed his men out.

"No! Please stop_ Daddy where are they taking me, what's going on? Daddy, please! Where are they taking me, don't let him take me" Helen fought with all she got as the man carrying her matched out with the rest.

Tory was helpless, he wouldn't do anything but watch Ramsey take Helen away, even as she cried for help.

Please don't leave with my daughter, allow me to talk to her" Tory found himself begging.

"Save your breath old man, the wedding is tonight" Ramsey didn't want to hear his begging and had to shut him up.

It worked, Tory couldn't speak after hearing that the wedding was happening tonight.

"How do you mean tonight?" he managed to ask after him when he found his voice.

"Tonight at my place_ as the father of the bride you are welcome to come" he stopped to tell him.

"You are evil, you had this planned out all along. You have always wanted this. How long did it take you to plot this out? You god-forsaken bastard" Tory was pissed and felt played and used my Ramsey to get what he wanted.

"How long? Answer me, you bastard. How long did it take you to plan and wait for me to fall into your fucking trap? Answer me!" he screamed

Ramsey laughed. He found his reaction funny. He was indeed enjoying his punishment on the old man Tory. The fact that Tory believed he executed a long-term plan made it more satisfying. The cheat had learnt the hard way never to try to play smart with a Mafia Lord like him.

"You amuse me, Tory," he said after his good laugh at him.

"My place, tonight. If you desire to see your daughter wedded, besides you were the one who wanted it done fast and for all this to_" he gestured with his hands.

"To end in no time. We can as well start trying for a child this night" Ramsey finished with a grin. That set Tory's face on fire in rage.

"Fuck you! Scars! Fuck you! For this_ you are going to fucking pay" he swore after Ramsey as he walked away.

Ramsey left happy with his revenge on Tory. It was a good punishment for Tory, the debt wouldn't be a bad debt after all; he would do all it takes to get the dead company back in business, and a trophy wife the society would approve of would get Lolly off his back. It was a revenge served hot indeed.

"The girl?" Ramsey asked Raymond, When he got to the waiting cars where his men stood alert and ready to leave.

"In the Lamborghini"

"Good" Ramsey was pleased.

Raymond quickly opened the passenger door of the Lamborghini for Ramsey to enter.

On entering he was welcomed by Helen's screaming and before he could understand what she was yelling about she pounced on him like a crazy cat, slapping, hitting and cursing. She weighs like paper on him, one push and she would fall off like a leaf, and perhaps hurt herself. So he allowed her take a hit on him.

"You bastard! What have you done to my father? What do you want from us?" Helen demanded as she continued to strike Ramsey. He is a devil, she could die for what she was doing. Attacking a Mafia like him could mean death. Helen cared less what her actions meant.

What's the use of her life if he had killed her father, he would kill her anyways. He was the Lord of the city, he makes and bends the rules, all fears and runs when he pursues. Even the government seeks his approval on major affairs in the city, as he had more money than the government. Ramsey Phil also known as Scars that she had heard of is feared by all, she had never met him and never wished for the fear of the kind of man he is.

Ramsey gets whatever he wants and removes whatever was on his. Could her father be on Ramsey's way? Was that why he came for them? If that's the case they were as good as dead. His father was and he has come for her but Helen wasn't going to make it easy for him. So she fought him with all her strength.

Calculating her pace of strikes, Ramsey quickly grabbed both her hands as she raised them to strike. He has had enough.

"Stop! It!" he commanded and tightened his grip on her.

"Let_ me go! You bastard!" she swore, catching her breath.

Ramsey held her still as she panted as she tried to control her breathing. Her hair was all over her face. Clumsy from all the struggling. Her breath smells of alcohol from the party he assumed. An awful way to end a party, he thought like he cared. Ramsey doesn't give a fuck about her and her party, what matters to him, was what he wanted and got.

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me go! This minute!" She was struggling again and this time harder, frustrating Ramsey to the point he thought of tossing her off, but that might hurt her, he didn't intend to.

"And I said stop it! You are going to hurt yourself" he advised her as he gripped her firmly.

"Let me go!" she cried out.

" why?"

"Just let me" she tried to break free again but failed. She was no match for the large mafia lord. He was four times her size. She wasn't Ramsey's type, too skinny, young and small. Ramsey likes his women thick and strong to meet his demands in bed. From what he has seen from how lazily she struggled with him she will never be able to meet his high demands in bed nor match his stamina. She was too friggled and weak like a daisy off its stem, he wondered how they would be able to make that part of the agreement; the making a baby part work.

"Listen to me daisy!" Ramsey called

"I have got two options for you" That got her attention and she calmed down to listen.

"One, I get my men to tie you up and toss you in the truck. Two, you shut the fuck up! Stop fighting me and sit"

She stopped moving and began to consider what she just heard. He was really the devil.

What would it be? One or two? He asked when she didn't choose.

"When I asked you a question I expected you to answer" he shook her to emphasize his statement.

"Two," she replied in fear.

"Good, now I will let you go, when I do, you will sit quietly, do we understand each other?"

"Yes," she says tearfully.

"Good daisy, good" he commended as he let go of her.

She got off him and sat away from him as they drove in silence.