HIS VENGEANCE

Shane

"Sir we have a problem." I looked up from my desk and glared at one of my guards standing in front of me by the doorway while shuffling on his feet.

I slowly placed my pen down on top of the pile of paperwork spread all over my desk and saw the guards eyes followed my every movement while swallowing.

"What is it?" Even by the sound of my voice, he glanced down on the floor and shoved one hand in one of his pockets.

I always have that effect on people

Its why I'm leading the most powerful mafia that rules all over America.

"Drake parish has been causing us trouble again. This time, he managed to steal our shipments from Italy that was supposed to arrive an hour ago." He informed with a hint of nervousness laced in his voice.

Just hearing drake parish's name made my blood ran cold. Drake parish, is one of my worst enemies, even though he's just a small worthless drug lord, he still manage to make me pissed in certain circumstances like this.

I've wanted him dead since two years ago and I've done almost everything in my willpower to get my hands on him but fortunately for him, he's still alive and causing problems in my business by stealing every shipments of mine, and killing some of my very reliable men and also targeting to ruin me just so he can gain my title in the mafia world.

I would've have killed him instantly the minute he caused the first problem in my business but the fucker is untouchable. Not because he's powerful too and runs the most powerful gang like I do, but because, he has connections with other powerful Mafia's from around the world, shielding him from me.

"Did you manage to track him down?" I asked the guard with a straight face.

"Um no sir. We tried but he ambushed us on the way to get some of our supplies back." I leaned back on my big leather chair and sighed.

I've had enough of drake parish's games. Its time for payback.

"Leave." The guard immediately left my office without a word.

Drake parish knows when to push my buttons when I'm not striking at the moment. The things he does, is making him ask for an early funeral from me. This time, I'll hit back harder without a second thought till he realized he's been messing with the wrong person.

I grabbed my phone from the other side of my desk and called my most trusted but annoying helper's number. I would've used the term friend, but just thinking about the word "friend" makes me cringe.

He answered immediately after a minute, just like how I expected him to.

"Well this is a surprise. What can I do for you your majesty?" I rolled my eyes at the sound of sarcasm in his tone.

"I need you to get me anything to use against drake parish. Anything at all, valuable or not, I want something to hold against him that can make him weak." He chuckled.

"Since when did you decide to get back on your revenge on drake?" I gritted my teeth in annoyance.

"No questions asked. Just do as I say and get me something. I've had enough of drakes games causing problems to my business, its time I show him who he has been messing with."

"Well what do you want me to do? Get one of the members of his non existent family, or-" I slammed my fist on my desk.

"Just do as I say and don't call me back, if you have nothing with you." I hung up and threw my phone away to the other side of my desk.

I ran my fingers through my hair and sighed out loud.

When I get my hands on drake parish, i will make his death a memorable one to all the other gangs and Mafia's that's taking his side, a nightmare to their kids and a dream come true to the rest of his enemies out there.

A sudden knock came from outside my door and I glanced up and saw my perfect distraction walked in seductively.

"Hey baby." Sienna Jordan greeted with a sexy smirk on her face.

Sienna is one of my best baiters in my mafia and a great fuck buddy.

I smiled and watched her slowly, walked over towards me, and sat right on top of my desk, right in front of me.

She really knows the times when I needed her.

I traced my finger along her exposed thigh right in front of me while she pulled my face closer to hers by pulling my necktie.

"I'm here to make you forget whats on your mind right now, to make you control me with every little thing you do to my body, and to make you feel better." She whispered seductively in my ear and just like that, I immediately felt the shift in front of my pants.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and was about to kiss her senseless, when a sudden knock came from the door again.

The door opened without my permission and that same person that I was just talking to on the phone a few minutes ago, walked in and rolled his eyes when he saw us groping in my office right on top of my desk.

"Remind me later, to shoot at anyone that walks in here without my permission." I snapped at Cameron. My great and best hacker and annoying friend but I already said that before.

Sienna jumped off my desk and rolled her eyes at Cameron who sat down immediately on the seats sat up on the front of my desk.

"Well I see you've been busy. Hey sienna." He greets with a smug expression on.

"Long time no see cam. It's a good thing though. Later babes." Sienna said while walking out of the room while flipping her hair over her shoulder. I adjusted my pants while glaring at Cameron.

"Thanks so much for cock blocking me, I really needed that." I said sarcastically and he shrugged.

"It was worth it, because I'm here to deliver something that wouldn't even cross your mind, to use against drake for your dramatic revenge." I leaned back on my seat again.

"When I said, that I needed you to find something out about drake for me, I wasn't expecting you to show up with it instead." I shifted the papers on my desk to the sides.

"If you're saying that I could just tell you over the phone then you're an idiot. Besides, I wanna come here and discuss this with you personally because, whatever you're about to find out is bigger then I expected." I frowned.

He placed a brown paper folder in front of me and I quickly grabbed it and poured its contents out on the top of the table.

A few papers clipped together slipped out, along with some pictures too. I grabbed one and looked at it closely.

My frown deepens when I saw that It was a picture of some girl with brown hair, wearing jeans and a red T-shirt, walking with her shades on.

I flipped another picture and this time, it shows the same girl, wearing headphones while glancing to the side.

"What is this?" I asked Cameron harshly. He reached over and held up a picture of the same girl again, but this time she was smiling brightly at the camera, and her face was clear now.

"That is who you'll be using to get your revenge on drake parish." I threw the picture back on the table.

"Are you fucking with me right now Cameron? I told you to get me some valuable information or things that we could use against drake parish so I can end him once and for all. Not, bring me pictures of his flavour of the week! You do realize, that he doesn't give a fuck about his whores right?"

Cameron causally nods in understanding which only makes me more pissed as ever.

"Unfortunately that is not his latest slut." I groaned in frustration.

"Then why the fuck would you even suggest about her in the first place?!" I yelled angrily.

"Because she's valuable then you think. Trust me when I say, that she's more important then you think right now and she's perfect to get drake parish crumbled apart." I frowned in confusion.

"How?" I asked again harshly and he leaned back on his seat while smiling smugly at me.

"Because that's his daughter." I chuckled in disbelief.

"He doesn't have a daughter! The fucker does not even have a wife or a family to begin with." I reasoned out.

"He does have a daughter and that's her right there. He did a great job keeping her life a secret from everyone else and I just happened to be one of the fortunate ones to know about her existence." I held up the clipped papers and read the details written on it.

Her name is Nicole parish but she's been living under the name Nicole Thompson and she's just 22 years old. Stayed in the UK to finish college under the watchful eyes of her father's trusted people.

"Even if she's his daughter, how are we gonna get her here, we don't even know where she is right now and how will we manage to take her without her bodyguards watching 24/7?" Cameron chuckled.

"Oh we don't have to do anything to get her here. In fact, Nicole is coming back home right this weekend." I smiled as a plan started forming already in my head.

"Easier then I thought. We'll kidnapped Nicole parish as soon as she sat foot at the airport." Cameron wagged a finger in confirmation at me.

"Discuss our plan to the other guards that will be taking part in this plan. And keep me updated about Nicole's arrival." Cameron nods and stood up while walking out of my study.

I held up the clear picture of Nicole and gazed at it closely. A new fuel of anger and hatred jolted throughout my whole body just by staring at the picture of that motherfuckers daughter. I'll get my revenge on drake for messing with the wrong person.

And your daughter is the perfect solution.

Nicole

I stared out of the window of the plane and smiled to myself when the first glimpse of Chicago came into view.

Home

Its been too long that I came back home again. After 4 years in the UK, and having my life monitored during the days of those 4 years, I finally came back to the place where I can be myself again and do whatever I want in my life.

Let me give you a quick recap of my life.

I just graduated college a few weeks ago, and just turned 22 last week. I'm an only child and I lost my mom when I was only 6. Don't start pitying me cos we all know shit happens in life that hurts people like a motherfucker.

Anyways, since it was just me and my dad, right after I graduated college, he decided to ship me off to UK to start my life afresh and go to some random college I want there.

Now you might be wondering why he sent me off there, well let me enlighten you. Since I mentioned before that I was the only child, I did take advantage of that sometimes.

How? Well let's just say that I wasn't easy to be dealt with. High school was a bitch, and I always treated it as my own version of hell.

I'm basically saying, that I was a trouble teen back in my teenager days. We've all had our moments right?

So I spent the next four years of my life there while living in a penthouse of my own, perks for having a father that runs of the most popular business in Chicago. But I wasn't on my own though, I lived with Matt, my dad's right hand man and trusted friend and with sheila, my personal housekeeper and a great mother figure.

It was hard at first, but I quickly adapted to the life I have there. Another part of the reason why I was sent there, was because some of my dad's business rivals that are willing to take down my father's business are also willing to end me.

I still don't get why they're after my dads business, I mean, my father runs one of the best companies that deals with real estate kind of stuff. So is that all they're after?

Moving on, I had a few friends and even had a few flings with some of the typical college guys and lets just say that my life there, was not that bad as I thought.

But I missed my old self. I missed Chicago. I missed home and mostly, I missed my dad.

We had an argument that lasted for a week about me coming back home and it turned from bad to worst.

Dad was just worried about me coming back to Chicago because he's been upgrading things in his business and he's afraid that he wont be able to spend more time with me. His words not mine.

I on the other hand, thinks its totally fine. Its not like I was planning to be back just to be spending every minute of my day with him, I still have a life on my own yenno?

Since I just finished college, I'm supposed to be getting a job. I have nothing to worry about because dad could just let me be an intern or something in his company. But I'm not desperate to start working immediately either.

I missed out a lot of fun in my old life and now I'm back to have some more fun and enjoy a few weeks by myself and then I'll worry about starting a job later.

Well that pretty much sums up everything that has been happening in my life. The pilots voice informed us about fastening our seatbelts to prepare for landing.

A rush of excitement surged through me and I glanced out the window and noticed that the plane had landed.

After we've been informed once again that we've finally reached Chicago and now we can get off the plane, I quickly jumped up from my seat and grabbed my handbag and started walking out.

Sunlight greeted me as I exited the planes doorway and I inhaled deeply as a fresh breeze enveloped me.

Home sweet home

I went through all that security shit that always happens at the airport and finally retrieved my midnight blue suitcase from the luggage area.

As I started walking out of the arrival area and glanced around the checking in area, a weird feeling jolted through me but I ignored it as always.

Since my father said that he's sending few people over to get me, I looked at where a crowd of people are standing with big cards in their hands that has people's name written on it.

I pushed my sunglass at the top of my head while frowning as I scanned for someone that has my name on it.

I sighed in relief, when I saw a guy running up to join the crowd of people with a card on his hand that has my name on it.

I made my way towards him and he immediately grabbed my suitcase from me without asking to confirm that its really me.

That's weird

I followed him out of the airport and kept following him to the parking lot right to a corner with a few black minivans are parked.

I quickly glanced around me. I thought a BMW or something will come pick me up instead of black minivans that looks like in the movies where they used them for kidnapping children from the road.

"Hey, um are you sure that's my ride?" I asked the guy that was walking in front of me and he glanced over his shoulder at me without saying anything.

"Excuse me! I'm asking you something!" I stopped walking but he kept going with my suitcase being dragged behind.

"You know what? This is ridiculous. I'm calling my father right now and ask him myself." I reached inside my handbag to grab my phone, when the doors of the minivans slides open and a few guys with masks on their faces and guns in their hands jumped out while pointing their guns at me.

What the fuck?!

I stepped back by being startled while my hand was still inside my handbag but my eyes are taking in the amount of people that are surrounding me, and holding me captive at gunpoint.

"Take your hand out of the bag and dropped it on the ground." The first guy in front of me ordered while stepping in front of me.

"What the hell is going on here? If you guys think this is funny, I'm gonna get all your asses fired by today!" I yelled back.

"Drop. The. Bag!" He said in a dangerous low voice.

"Whose idea was this? If you're all thinking this is a good idea of a grand welcome back home, you're all fucked!"

"Just dropped it!" I immediately let go of my handbag till it dropped on the ground, it's contents spewing out of the bag. The guy kicked it towards him and handed it back to some guy at the back of him.

"Now get in." Before I could protest, he grabbed my hand and pushed me inside the minivan while sliding its door closed in my face.

Realization finally hits me once I glanced at the guys sitting in front of me.

"Who are you?! Why are-" My sentence was cut off when he slammed his gun down on my face.

"Bitch you talk too much!" A deep grumpy voice yelled at me.

I clutched my bloody nose and winced in pain when I saw my fingers coated with blood. I also tasted the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

"What-" I tried to say again but I felt a sharp point of a needle on my neck before I could process what's happening.

Black dots started dancing in front of my eyes and then darkness enveloped me. I didn't realize, that was gonna be the last day in my life that I would ever be normal again or go back to my old self.

Nicole

I've been slipping in and out of consciousness and every time I opened my eyes, I noticed that the car is still moving and the three huge bulky guys sitting in front of me were staring at me the entire time i was unconscious, watching me like a hawk.

My body is like paralyzed to the point where I couldn't even lift up a finger. I don't know whats really happening right now but one thing for sure, is that I've been kidnapped.

This guys are definitely not part of my father's security guards and I have no idea where they're even taking me.

For some reason, a part of me does not really feel scared or freaked out, in fact its really freaky right now that I'm feeling calm. Like I have gone through this so many times in my life to the point where I'm calm about everything happening around me as if my life is not in danger right now.

Weird right?

Another thing I forgot to add about my life is that, back when I was still in the UK, matt used to train m every afternoon to learn self defense moves. I don't know why he even bothered to teach me and every time I asked him, he always says that it will come in handy someday. Every time, the moves he taught me are different and by now, I've mastered the skills on how to protect myself.

Now would be the perfect time to put those moves to task, yet the thought of having a real gun pointed to my face makes me think otherwise.

By the fourth time I slipped to consciousness again, I heard voices all around me. I squinted my eyes and tried to pry them open so I can take in my surroundings but my eyelids feel heavier and heavier.

"What do you think he's going to do with this one?"

I heard one of the guy with the think american accent asked.

"Probably slaughter her and sell her organs to the highest bidder." Another guy answered and I heard them laugh.

As soon as I heard that, I started panicking. What the fuck? Who are this guys? And what do they want from me?!

"We're here. Take her to the interrogation room immediately, I'll inform the boss."

A different voice suddenly informed and I felt the car stopped moving. I gave up trying to open my eyes a minute ago as soon as I heard them say the word 'slaughter', and just tried to act like I'm still knocked out.

Well I guess that was not going to be a problem. Cos I felt another prick of a needle of the back of my neck and I was really knocked out this time.

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I jolted up suddenly awake and gasped for air. A bright light shining from above my head immediately blinded me the minute I opened my eyes.

I can feel my body now and I tried to move my hands but then I realized that I was being tied to a chair.

I glanced around the dark room around me and almost gag at the smell of blood that had probably been spilt here a few days ago.

The room was dark and I could only make out a door on the farthest side of the room and when I turn my head to my right side, I saw a long table with different things displayed on top of it such as scissors, pliers, screwdrivers.

What the hell is this place?!

"Hello? Any prick out there who would be kind enough to tell me what the fuck is going on here And why the hell am I here?!" I yelled angrily.

The silence greeted me instead and I tried one more time to free my hands from the tight rope that tied me to the chair.

A sound came from the door, and I started feeling scared just by thinking of who could it be that was about to come in and probably kill me right now and I still have no idea why.

The door opened and two guys walked in while guarding the door on each side, while another figure walked in. I can tell that it was a female judging by the way she gracefully walks in.

She kept walking in till she's standing right in front of me and I can see her clearly now in the light.

She has fade Auburn coloured hair and bright brown eyes. She was wearing black tight leather pants and a small crop top that barely covers her breasts and stomach and a black leather jacket.

She smiled down at me.

"Nicole parish." I narrowed my eyes at her while hearing her say my real name out loud.

"Who the fuck are you?" She chuckled while reaching behind her and pulled out a gun and pointed it to my face.

Remember what matt told you Nicole. Hide your emotions, show a straight face and keep your cool

"Well you're not gonna find out cos unfortunately for you, we have questions of our own. And you're the only person who'll tell us what we need to know." She says while smiling back at me.

I leaned back on the chair and smirked and saw her furrowed her perfectly plucked brows, in confusion.

"And what makes you think that I'll cooperate?" She pointed her gun to the side where the table is at.

"Those babies over there, will make you talk so save your energy for tomorrow cos that's when the real fun will began." I frowned and swallowed the forming lump in my throat.

"What do you want from me? Why am I here?!" I shouted at her. She placed her gun down by her side and clutched the chairs armrest while bending over to look me in the eye.

"You're here for a reason Nicole parish. It's going to be a long night for you down here so start saying your prayers darling cos things will not go so easy for you tomorrow." She whispered to my face.

"We'll see about that." I replied back with a challenging tone. She stood up straight again and glared at me while placing her gun back on the waistband of her pants.

"Oh I can't wait to see what Shane has in mind for you. You'll love the pain." I frowned while she walked back to one of the guys standing by the door.

Shane? Who the fuck is that? Is he the one who is in charge?

She came back again, and I saw the piece of cloth in her hand.

She stood from behind me and suddenly, darkness blocked my vision when I felt her tying the blindfold over my eyes.

"Hey! What are you-! Take this off me you bitch!" I heard her laughter echoed in the room.

"Have fun by yourself tonight parish! See you tomorrow." I heard the door closed with the bang and then silence all around me. I struggled one more time with my hands and finally gave up.

This was not what I was expecting when I came back home today. Whatever this people want from me I'm not gonna give in to them till I get answers on my own.

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