The Mafia’s Wanted Desires

JAXON

Darkness.

Utter darkness, with nothing in view. I couldn’t keep track of how long I had been seated here, twirling my knuckle rings that felt cold against my fingers, my thoughts running wild. Non-stop, about the situation of things in the last few days. If I had been getting roughly two hours of sleep for several months, I stopped getting any, and I stopped trying a few days ago. The only thing that kept me going was coffee, cold baths, and a change of clothes.

My thoughts wouldn’t stop straying from the conversation I had with him. The bastard who used to be Peach’s boyfriend. After Duncan got back into the country, he had been gathering as much information as he could about her, with the little we got from the CCTV about her that night. He was able to deduce where she lived, and where she worked, and the information about who she was in a relationship with sprang up.

I tracked the bastard down and paid him off. I wanted him far away from her. Out of her life. I didn’t want him breathing the same air as she did. Out of this town, and to my surprise, he obliged. I saw the way his eyes lit up when I offered him money, how eager he was to append his signature on the contract I prepared for him to sign, evidence that he was never going to come back. He didn’t deserve her. He didn’t deserve my Peach. I hated how she was being treated less than she deserved.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

Duncan had trailed him to a bar, where he got drunk and lured him into telling him about his love life, and her name came up. I didn’t even want to think about the horrible, horrible things he did to her. How he treated her, and how she still worshiped the ground he walked on. Thinking about it made my blood boil. It made me blind with rage. It took so much restraint not to blow his head off when I met up with him.

She deserved better, and that was what I was going to give her. She deserves to be given the whole world. She deserves the ground she walks on to be worshiped. I was ready to treat her like the Queen she was. With everything I have. She belonged with me. By my side. I didn’t care if I had to burn down the whole world to the ground to prove it to her.

My phone beeped softly, and I exhaled, brushing my fingers through my already messy hair. I tucked my hands into the pockets of my slacks and pulled them out. Maria’s message graced the bright screen, staring back at me, and elicited a low hiss from me.

I don’t want to talk right now. I didn’t want to talk with anyone. I just wanted to be alone and drown in my anger. I dropped my phone, and leaned into my seat, throwing my head backwards. The soft knock at the door interrupted my train of thought.

“Come in,” I uttered coldly, and raised my hands in the air, to the position of the switch, flicking the lights on. Duncan’s blank face came into view. He bowed his head in respect and waited for me to speak.

“And?” I asked, grudgingly.

“There’s still nothing yet, boss.” He answered, and I growled, pounding my fists on my table. He remained rooted to his spot, not flinching in the slightest.

“How on earth!” I bellowed.

“How on earth are you unable to find more information about her?!” I yelled at him, pushing away the paperwork on my table, and rising to my feet.

“Boss___”

“DO NOT GIVE ME THAT BULLCRAP ABOUT YOU STILL WORKING ON IT!” I fired at him.

“How hard can it be?!”

“Are you that incompetent? You fool!” I yelled.

“I will work harder on it, boss. I’m sorry, boss.” He rapped out all in one breath, and I scoffed, clicking my tongue.

“I’m giving you 72 hours,” I began and chuckled.

“Seventy-two hours to find every little detail about her, or you are dead. I do not care if you have to travel to the end of the earth to get it. I do not give a rat’s ass. I WANT EVERY DETAIL.” My voice boomed audaciously as I enunciated every word I uttered, so he could catch on to it that I meant every word.

“On it, boss.” He gave me a curt nod.

“Now, get the hell out of my study and get to work.” I deadpanned. He bowed his head before walking out.

“Fuck!” I growled, picking up the bottle of whiskey on my table and throwing it at the wall, sending it crashing to the floor in pieces. I sank into my chair, and shut my eyes, exhaling softly.

Just give me more time, Peach. I’m coming for you.