Chapter 45: Chapter 45

Sorry I've been slow to update. I'm such a bad writer.

But I'll change. I know own that for sure.

But all the same, MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL, MY SWEETHEARTS.

AVATIA'S POV.

I sat at my corner of the jet, watching my boss, no, ex-boss, counting money and arranging it neatly in a briefcase. What in the world is he doing with that amount of money. It was nothing less than ten million, I presume. Because the money had already filled another briefcase to the brim. It's kinda shocking how wealthy he is,

and to think he didn't complete his education.

His phone rang and he picked it up. His conversation wasn't in English, neither was it in Italian. It sounded like Russian. He kept stealing glances at me and it made me feel uncomfortable. I just hated it when people looked at me like that.

To distract me, I looked at the clouds. What should I expect when I get home? Will Dre and I still be in contact? I know mom will never let me leave her side. Heck, she'll freak out. Where's she now? What about Draya and Kenny. I know they're worried sick about me considering I didn't let them know where I was going. I wasn't even prepared myself. All this worried me. I think it's gonna be better if I just relocated back to Ohio. To forget about everything.

"When we arrive, you'd officially stop being my employee. You'd go back to your family and friends. You'd be safe, don't worry. Never let anyone know you ever had an encounter with me. You'd act as if you've never even heard of me. Continue your education and when you're done, be sure of a job at MinaTyler Corporation." I heard him say and it broke my heart.

Know why? Because all this while he'd been considering me only as an employee. He also wanted me to forget about everything. About the fact that he always kissed me. About the fact that I loved him.

"Here's a new phone in case Draya asks. She and your cousin, Kenny, know you're in Ohio. Keep up with that story. The person behind the kidnap of Grace has been taken care of. Just go back to your normal life." He ended his speech, handing me a brand new phone. My eyes stung a bit at what was happening. I know it's insane that he's giving me my freedom and I'm somewhat angry about it. It's insane.

I can't help but feel...I don't even know what I feel. Do you know that feeling that you don't know what you feel? And you know nobody knows how you feel, but you know you're feeling what you feel? Yup. That's how I feel.

I slowly took the phone and nodded. I didn't want to talk cause I knew I'll break down. For the rest of the flight, I looked out the window and tried to keep my tears in. So this is goodbye? It is. Dear heart, please don't shatter right now. Or at least, right here.

I was consumed in my thoughts for hours that I didn't even notice we were about to land. I didn't even hear the hostess tell us to fasten our seat belts. It was Dre who'd gotten up from his seat and helped me with my seat belt. He looked into my eyes as he fastened it and you wouldn't blame me if a tear slipped out. I was going to miss his gorgeous face. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped my tears. "Everything's gon' be alright." And with that, he went back to his seat, leaving the hanky with me.

I felt my spirit and heart-crushing at everything that was happening. I was the one who was eager to come back to my family, so why did it feel so wrong now. So, so, so wrong.

Everything went normally. Once we were done from the airport, I noticed the car was going in a different direction from my house. "This isn't the road to my house Mr.Vaughn."

He looked at me and I knew it was because I called him 'Mr. Vaughn'. I figured it would be better to call him like that since he only considered me as an employee, which by the way, hurt so much. "Yeah, I've got some important business transaction right now, and I can't let you go home alone, so you'd only have to accompany me to the warehouse and from there, I'll take you home." He said as if I was supposed to automatically know his plans. At least, he would have asked if I was okay with it. But no, everyone has to stick to Dreidan Mochino Vaughn's plans.

The car ride was silent and lasted for about twenty minutes till we pulled up in front of a warehouse. I expected that he'd tell me to wait for him in the car but he told me to follow him. And like the respectful girl I am, I did as told. There were armed men all around. They wore facial masks and looked so big. How in the world did I get to know a man as dangerous as Dresden? They all bowed to Dre as we walked past. The hell? Is he God? Well, I kept my questions to myself. We reached a room and I noticed that there was a man tied to a chair. He looked like he'd been beaten to a pulp. Poor man. At the other side of the room, Leo, Roberto, and Jade stood, pointing guns at the man. My heart skipped. Leo always looked like the friendly type and it was somewhat unbelievable that he could point a gun at someone. Guess there's nothing impossible with these people.

Jade walked up to us and I didn't miss the irritated look she gave me. "Why did you bring her here?" She asked. Since she didn't say it in Italiano, I knew it was because she wanted me to know.

Dresden just shrugged. "It's my mafia and I get to make the decisions, not you."

Before I could hold myself, I giggled. Ouch. That must have hurt. Sorry, Jade, he gets to make the decisions, not you.

She shot me dagger glares and I shuddered. Guess I wasn't supposed to laugh but it was not my fault that I found it funny.

I silently watched as Dreidan walked up to the unconscious man. He pulled out a gun that I didn't know he had and shot the piece of furniture nearby. I jumped at the sound. I didn't see that one coming. The sound was intended to wake the man up. And it worked. If that sound frightened me who was conscious, what more could it do to that man.

Dre smiled. "Who told you you could have your beauty rest in my warehouse, douchebag?" He asked calmly. Always so calm.

The man coughed out blood. His face was covered in blood and sweat. The sight made me sick. Dre looked at Leo and he walked over to me. I missed Leo too. He was my friend. The only one I got to talk to while I was at the mansion. "Hey, you little one." He said as he held me. Why did it feel like Dre wanted me to watch what he was doing?

"Can I go out?" I whispered to Leo who smiled and shook his head. Confirmed.

Dresden did want me to watch.

Dresden's voice brought me out of my small scared world. "So, I told you not to mess with me Garrett, yet you did."

I was shocked that the man was able to spit on Dre. Ewww. "Wipe yourself up.

You're covered in my spit." He said courageously. How could he be that courageous in so much pain?

Dresden chuckled and took out another handkerchief. Who walks with more than one kerchief?

Mister perfect does.

He cleaned himself up and pulled out a pocket knife. "You know Monthilvo, I hate using guns on people. It's a fast way to die. I usually prefer watching them suffer in pain before they die."

The name rang a bell in my head. Garret Monthilvo. The man who kidnapped mom.

No wonder why Dreidan wanted me to watch this.

I watched in dismay how Dre slowly inserted a knife into Garrett's arms. The man screamed in pain. He had all rights to scream like that. He slowly pulled the knife downwards, tearing open the man's arm. Blood gushed out endlessly. This time, I was the one who screamed and closed my eyes. I think my screaming overshadowed that of Garret.

"Shut the fuck up Avatia," Dreidan growled.

I peeked open one eye and saw as Roberto handed an iron to Dresden. What in the world? They wanted to burn the man. Jesus, these people are monsters. "How long has this been on current?" Dresden asked.

"Three hours straight," Roberto answered with a smirk. "That's gonna make him speak up."

Dresden chuckled. "I bet it will. So Garret, wanna tell me why you kidnapped Grace? And why did you possibly kill Neveah?

My eyes widened in disbelieve. He had a hand in her death? Leo's hold on me tightened a thousand times. Oww.

Garret shivered in fear. "I've told you one thousand times that I didn't kidnap any Grace. Hell, I didn't kill your late fuck buddy."

I knew that Garrett's poor way of identifying Neveah was going to get Dre angry. And it did. Without thinking twice, he pulled the knife away and replaced it with the hot iron. My goodness. Garret screamed and screamed and screamed. I thought it was going to be over at that but no, Dreidan pulled the iron away and pressed it on Garrett's face. I watched as the man shook and shook. Guess there was no way for him to scream. Dresden removed the iron from Garrett's burned face. "Can't speak again? I thought as much, cocksucker." He then took his bloody knife and stabbed Garrett's throat. The man died on the spot.

Dresden smirked and took the handkerchief he'd used to wipe off Garrett's spit. He threw it on Garrett's burnt face. "Wipe yourself up. You're dead." He told the dead

the man stood up and pulled me out of the warehouse.

Tell me I didn't see all of that.

Before we got into the car, Dreidan spoke up. "I wanted you to see that. So you'd know you're safe and that's what would happen to anyone who would try to hurt you."

It's confirmed. He's a psycho. My goodness, see what he did to Garret, I wouldn't wish to be in his shoes.

So....our girl is back in New fucking York. And Dre's cutting off all ties with her. Hmmm...

Next chapter coming up in a bit.

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