A droplet of water trailed down his toned chest. Another followed, passing over the spot where his wound had already started healing. A few strands of hair fell over his temple, still damp from the shower.
He swirled the whiskey before knocking it back in one go, his Adam's apple rising as he swallowed.
He then set the glass down on the side table with a dull thud. The sound echoed through the living room. As always, it was dark, only a few dim lights are on. The Vipers mansion felt quieter than usual. The other three members were currently out and he hated it.
Rain hit against the glass wall, the constant pitter patter starting to irritate him. He leaned back against the couch, spreading his legs a little for comfort. He could feel his pet snake, the black mamba, crawl over his shoulder. The one he called Nyx.
He closed his eyes for a moment, a quiet sigh leaving him. Pain always gave him a strange kind of pleasure. So getting hurt never really mattered to him. "98 heads for stabbing me twice," he muttered, a slow smirk forming as he thought about the earlier attack from his rival.
[The syndicate]
"I'll find you, Rooh." His jaw clenched as his expression hardening. For a second, his mind drifted.
He was already in a fucked up mood. The fight with Maan hadn't helped. One thing he hated was being lectured. He'd take a bullet for him, but getting punched by that bastard still pissed him off.
Then the text from Rooh. His soon to be fiancรฉe had decided to run. He wasn't even surprised. He didn't love her. Never would. Still, she thought she could fix him, make him fall for her. Ended up torturing herself. He exhaled slowly through his nose.
He should've felt nothing. Maybe relief that she was finally free. But there was an ache he couldn't ignore. She was naive. His responsibility. Something her dying grandfather had handed to him. And if his enemies got to her, they would tear her apart without thinking twice.
The moment he stepped out of the mansion, ready to find her and drag her back, he saw two of his men holding a girl by her arms.
"Boss, this one managed to escape before we could load her. The rest are already on the ship. What should we do with her?" He didn't even spare them a glance. He just walked past, too frustrated to deal with this now.
"Just lock her up in a warehouse for now. I'll deal with her later," he said, his voice firm, showing he isn't in the mood for repeating himself.
He pulled a cigarette from his pocket and lit it as he kept walking. Then he paused, glancing over his shoulder.
The girl stood there in torn clothes, held by his men. A cut along her thigh caught his eye. Must've gotten it while she was trying to escape, he thought.
For a second, he just looked at her. Then he just lost interest and dropped the cigarette and crushed it under his boot.
Suddenly, the buzz of a phone call pulled him back to reality. He rubbed his forehead as he picked up, putting it on speaker. "Hello, boss. We found the girl who escaped the warehouse. She was hiding in the forest." He listened, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. Things were finally getting interesting.
He straightened up and cut the call without a word. The shadow of his figure stretched under the moonlight as the rain finally stopped, the towel hanging low on his abdomen. "So you do know how to run, little stranger." His eyes narrowed slightly.
[ Place- Dockyard, around midnight ]
His sharp footsteps rang through the dockyard as he entered. He tossed the car keys to one of his men to park his Bentley. He could tell from their gazes what they were thinking. He seems in an unusually good mood. They could tell. The other three members of the Vipers were feared, but not like Ekagra. They were more terrified of his unpredictability than anything else.
As he walked through the hall, rolling up the sleeves of his black shirt, his gaze landed on her. Her mouth was covered and her hands tied. A slow, wicked smile formed as he walked toward her and bent down to her level.
"Aren't you a little cruel," he said mockingly, tilting his head, "to leave an injured man in the woods that night, little Miss stranger?" His expression shifted into a fake hurt look. He watched her struggle against the restraints. Then he leaned in a little too close, his voice low. "This is where it gets interesting." He smiled slightly
"Even if she screamed, no one would hear her here, so why bother covering her mouth?" he asked, eyes still on her. He looked at the man behind him.
"Boss, she kept spitting at us and constantly put up a fight. So we had to," the man replied. Ekagra couldn't help but chuckle. Wild kitten, huh?
"Untie her," he commanded. He watched her glaring at him. If she got the chance, she would tear him apart. Rage in her eyes, and there was pain too. He wasn't sure.
His man uncovered her mouth and loosened her hands a little too roughly. Ekagra's eyes darkened when he noticed one of them deliberately brushing his hand on her thigh.
In the next second, a knife was buried in the man's palm. The man froze instantly. His face went pale. He stopped breathing for a second. Then he looked at Ekagra. Almost terrified.
"Get the fuck out of here. Now. I'll deal with you later," Ekagra said, his voice dropping dangerously low.
The man didn't run because of the pain. He ran because he knew exactly what would happen when Ekagra decided to punish someone. Ekagra watched him disappear in seconds.
Ekagra stepped closer to her again, as he gently grabbed her chin this time, and tilted her face up.
"Are you scared?" His voice dropped a little.
He didn't wait for an answer. His expression stayed unreadable as he leaned in, his breath brushing the crook of her neck.
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