My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Greg’s POV

IT was the later hours of the day, after cuddling with Gianna all afternoon. I went to the living room only to be welcomed by the presence of those idiotic friends of mine.

Nelson was seated lazily on the sofa with one of his legs on the glass floor, while the other was placed on the sofa.

Jones the laziest and talkative of them all, was deep in slumber on the double sofa.

Then Lionel, my closest buddy, the grumpy and most serious of them all was seated erect on the sofa with a pair of dark tinted eye googles.

“Why are you still here?”, I questioned sitting beside Nelson.

“Why were you running like a runaway bride few hours ago?”, Nelson teased trying so hard not to laugh.

“If you guys have nothing more to say, get the fuck out of my house”, I barked glaring hard at him.

“You have a transaction that needs your signature”, Lionel reported.

“Can’t you seal the deal?”, I questioned nonchalantly.

“No. That is why you are needed, it’s with the Russian men”, he said.

“Time?”, I questioned.

“Six PM”, he mumbled getting up to his feet.

“Aren’t you going to answer me Greg?”, Nelson questioned.

“It is none of your business, get the hell out of my mansion”, I yelled getting pissed with his gossiping attitude.

“Lionel was right all along, I can’t believe you were punished by Gianna”, he said and bursted into laughter.

“Fuck off you idiot!”, I said pushing down Jones from the sofa.

He landed with a loud thud on the floor, briskly standing to his feet.

“Bro”, he muttered fluttering his eyes.

“Get the hell out of my mansion, all of you”, I uttered.

“Can’t I at least have some bowls of cereals and milk?”, he asked.

“You have eaten enough, head to your verious mansions and eat all you want”, I said and aired upstairs.

…Three Days Later…

Christa’s POV

Standing at the gigantic manual golden gate of one of the beautiful and expensive lexury houses here in South Korea, I pressed the red alarm button attached to the gate.

“Ding Dong”, the sound of the alarm circulated all over.

Minutes later, the gate was opened by a young guy who looked sturdy, bearing tattoos all over his body, he was smoking.

“Who are you? And what is your mission here?” he asked, official like.

“I need to see Gianna. Tell her, her Aunt Christa is here to see her”, I said.

He stared at me like I was some piece of residue.

“Miss Gianna isn’t home”, he quacked, puffing cigarettes smokes on me.

“You contaminated trash! Let me in this minute, I need to see her”, I screeched struggling my way in forcefully.

Then he pushed me, making me to land on my butts.

“You don’t rebel against me, get the fuck out!”, he declared.

I got up from the floor, pointing my index finger at him.

“Do you know who the hell I am? I am Gianna’s mother. She is sure gonna fire you when she gets to learn of this”, I cried.

Gianna’s POV

The elderly chauffeur, came to pick me up from school. Greg had called earlier saying he couldn’t make it, stating, he was busy with some company works.

On getting to the gate, I sighted a familiar figure rolling on the floor throwing unnecessary tantrums, while a burly security was standing in front of her.

“Isn’t that Aunt Christa?”, I thought aloud.

“What is happening there?”, I chortled to the elderly chauffeur once we got to the gate.

He halted the car and I gently alighted.

“Aunt Christa?”, I called airing towards her.

“Oh my baby! Thank goodness you are here, I want you to hurry up and fire this guy”, she complained.

Hmph, awkward.

“I’m sorry aunt Christa, I can’t. What brought you here?”, I asked at once.

“Well, you need to save me Gianna, Yakuza will ruin everything I have worked for all these years if I don’t bring you to him, come with me now Gianna”, she cried and wanted grabbing my wrist but I stopped her.

Jeez! I was disgusted at her outburst.

“Don’t you dare touch me. You are nothing but a self-centered money minded person. Isn’t it enough that you sold me out?

Now you wanna take me away to pay for your mischievous deeds huh?”, I uttered sternly.

Just sudden, I felt a burning sensation on my cheeks.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“How dare you?”, the question followed.

The security that was standing beside me all along yelled and was about slapping her back when I raised up my right hand, and he held back his hands instantly, glaring hard at Aunt Christa.

“Can you please excuse us? It is some personal stuff”, I mulled to the security who nodded respectively before airing into the compound.

“Be safe ma’am”, he mulled before exiting to the gate and I abruptly turned to Christa.

“I don’t care what you owe Yakuza, go settle your dispute and leave me out of it”, I said and turned to head into the compound.

Christa’s POV

I couldn’t believe Gianna had grown from a little harmless cat to a wired cat.

I watched her walked out on me and instantly, anger surged through me.

Grabbing hold of a huge stone on the ground, I smashed it at the back of her head.

“Ahhhrgg!!!!”, she screamed in misery, and immediately she fell face down to the floor with blood already oozing out slowly.

I quickly began dragging her towards my car.