Savvy Son-in-law by VKBoy

Chapter 30

CHAPTER 30

“The fuck you mean you couldn‘t deal with him?” Francis slammed the law book on his table as he spoke through the bone. “If I had known you were so incompetent, I would have wasted my time with a piece of shit like you.” “Calm down, sir. It‘s my men that failed. Not me,” Blackbear spoke from the other end while a woman was sucking his cock. “I will beat him senseless before the sun goes down tomorrow and send you a whole carousel of bloody pics.”

“Yeah, you better,” Francis‘ voice turned hoarse, “or I’ll specially hire a samurai assassin to shove a sword up your ass.”

The call ended.

Blackbear wasn‘t smiling anymore. The woman sucking on his dick was crying because one of his hands continually pressed her head into taking his penis fully into her throat. She was literally choking on it, with tears streaming down her face. “I lost my mood. It‘s not working.” He kicked her to the side and stood and pulled his pants back up. She coughed for fifteen seconds before saying, “Is it over? My husband‘s debt?” she innocently asked. “He doesn‘t need to come here again, right?” Blackbear stooped down to her level. “Yeah, he doesn‘t need to, but you should–until I grow tired of you.”

Her eyes broadened in shock. “That‘s not what you promised!” she grabbed his collar and yelled in rage. “I‘ll call the cops. I‘ll tell you everything you do here! I‘ll —”

A life got lodged in her throat before she even knew it.

“You think the police don‘t know I do my business from this shile hole of an apartment?” he grabbed her by the mouth using his fingers and squeezed it. “You know what? I hate dumb bitches like you who don‘t know how the world really works. People like you should be killed left and right, so global warming will at least take a u–turn, though I seriously take anything the government says with a big fucking grain of salt.

Like how I control addicts like your husbands with drugs, the government controls people through fake fear and terror, so they wouldn‘t want men like me who bring real terror to life into the society to rot in cells. Of course, thugs like me need to be smart to not get fucked in the ass by those in power, or that‘d be the end of me.” As he was speaking, life left her eyes. “Chu, chu, too bad, I even thought of fucking you in the ass next time around.”

The room door opened, and one of the underlings brought a report.

“Took you fools so long.” Blackbear checked the report. “That‘s it? He works at Rye‘s Pizza in the morning and lives as a butler at the Sterling family the rest of the time? What about his address and the couple that fucked each other to bring this fucker into life?”

“A–About that, we couldn’t find anything, Boss,” the underling replied hesitantly. “His name didn‘t show up in the local registry. We contacted one of our cops, and he couldn‘t track that bastard‘s past, either. It‘s like he didn’t exist until last year,”

“That means he‘s either a nobody, or he‘s someone we should deal carefully with,” Blackbear thought for a second. “Now I‘m starting to see why four of my men got taken down by him. I shouldn‘t rush with this dude.” He faintly smiled. “Benjamin Wilde. Whoever you are, I‘m going to meet you soon.” “Uh, what should I do with this bitch, Boss?” the underling asked about the dead woman lying on the floor, with fresh blood coming out of the hole in her neck “Do whatever you want. I don‘t care.” At Sterling family‘s villa. Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Benjamin returned to his room after his meal, but he didn‘t enter and stood next to the entrance.

“You rushed into marriage, so of course, you‘ll feel bored now,“Selena was talking to her daughter, putting her gently on Rebecca‘s hand. “A pizza guy will add nothing to your life. He and you grew up in different worlds, so you won‘t be able to understand each other well. I know I‘m repeating this, but life is short, so don‘t waste time with someone that you don‘t see a future with.” She patted her daughter‘s

hand a couple of times, then kissed on her cheek once. “Think of this accident as a stroke of luck. Use this free time to give your future a thought.”

Rebecca didn‘t say anything. Selena noticed the walking stick next to the bed, “Ah, did you tell one of the butlers to get this stick for you? I was going to buy you one. I guess there‘s no need now.”

Rebecca just forced out a stretchy smile. “Good night, my little darling.” “Night to you, too, Mom.”

Selena then walked out. She turned her head and looked at Benjamin. Seeing the pain in his face, she smiled and said, “Men love the pain, but women love to inflict the pain. In the end, both want to feel stronger. Let‘s see which one wins. Your ability to endure or my ability to inflict pain.” She was about to pat his shoulder but didn‘t want to touch him, so she just withdrew her hand and walked past him.

Benjamin stood there for a while before taking a deep breath and entering the room. Seeing him enter, Rebecca‘s eyes slightly widened. “Were you listening to our conversation?” she asked without hesitation. Benjamin jumped onto his bed and pulled the blanket on. “I was asking you a question,” she stressed. There was no response.

The acids in Rebecca‘s stomach mildly burned. (Fine. If that‘s the game you want to play, I can play it all too well.) As silence filled the room, Rebecca closed her eyes. Her thoughts drifted and drifted and took her to the night when they first met.

“Do you believe in love and promises?” he asked while sipping on red wine.

“I don‘t even believe in people, so why would I believe the promises they make?” Rebecca smirked and smiled, “Promises... they are easy to make and easier to break. As for love...” she began shaking her head slightly, “that‘s probably the biggest lie we share in the front while speaking behind each other‘s backs. There‘s no significance for love in this world full of lies.”

ITI

“So, you don‘t believe in ther.”

“Not really. Why? Are you doing PhD in love, or what?”

Benjamin just smiled faintly in retum.

Some time later, Rebecca began hearing a voice, speaking to her in utter darkness, “On Ground, I promise; on Water, I promise, on Wind, I promise; on Fire, I promise; on Heavens, I promise; my love for you is real I promise...”

Coming back to the present, Rebecca opened her eyes fast and looked to her right. Benjamin was sleeping on his bed. She looked confused. Those words she heard just now, it felt like someone was speaking to her in her dream, and their voice was pretty similar to Benjamin.

“What‘s with this weird dream...” she wondered. “Did I really talk about love and promises with him on the first night I met him? In a bar?” she could only shake her head. “Why did I only remember it now? This must be my imagination. Yeah, that‘s it.“