It’s no secret that Davina invested in the sex industry. She’s made it work for herself with pornography, sex clubs, and prostitution. However, she’s been dipping in unknown waters as well. People are starting to question whether she hasn’t been a part of sexual slavery. When we exchanged our documents specifying our business indulgence, there was nothing about it. Though she could have easily hidden it.
“Oscar, you and I both know your only job here is to invest money. Not yap about my wife, nor wonder what kind of connections you might have to her. Your shares are still your fucking shares. It’s me you’re doing business with, which won’t change unless you give me a reason for it. The fact that Davina is taking a bite when it comes to the chain doesn’t mean she’s taking over. She has her own businesses which are worth more than a restaurant chain.” I grimace inside, unable to believe I’m quoting Davina’s words. I’m glad she isn’t here with me, otherwise, she’d be rubbing it in my face for months being the sassy, arrogant bitch she is.
“This whole arrangement will bring us more profits in the long run. So, stop being a sissy arsehole and do what you’re told.” My voice shifts into a dark, threatening tone.
I stand up with my hands inside my pockets. My back rests on the edge of his desk as I look down at him like a rat about to be squashed beneath my feet.
His gaze falters underneath my cold expression, but it’s clear he’s trying his best to look strong so that his ego won’t get hurt. He rakes his hand through his chocolate-brown hair with an exhausted sigh.
“This won’t work and you know it, Macsen.”
I can’t help but offer him a dark smirk. “I know more than you, Oscar. I don’t need lectures from you about my own business. Make it work or else I will not hesitate to force you to invest.”
He frowns, gripping the handles of his chair. “What do you mean?”
He looks at Theo and my guards before returning his gaze to me. I can sense his mind running a thousand miles with thoughts that I’d try to kill him if he denies me. He’s not running any illegal undertakings with me; still, he knows who I am beyond my legal businesses and that he should be careful when dealing with me.
“Don’t worry. Death would be too easy for you,” I murmur and look over my shoulder to nod at Theo. He pulls out his phone and taps on the screen before passing it to me.
“I never knew your tastes were so… forbidden,” I say, watching his composed demeanour drain away from his face. His eyes widen in horror as he swipes through pictures of him fucking his mother-in-law.
His honour and pride are something he’d give up his life for. Sometimes killing isn’t always the best option.
Go for the weakness first. Every person has at least one.
“I wonder if your wife or father-in-law have seen those,” I drawl with a shrug. His head snaps up with fear and anger mixing in his horrified gaze. Half of his empire is supported by his father-in-law at this point. If he even got the hint of what Oscar is doing, then he wouldn't hesitate to bring him down to the streets like a fucking nobody.
“H-how… How did y-you?” He stutters with his breath turning shallow as though he could barely breathe.
I scoff. “Is it important to know the how? Or is it important that your family doesn’t get the pictures?” I arch an eyebrow.
He gulps, looking back at the pictures as if he’s expecting them to disappear. But the fear and hint of guilt in his eyes only make the entire situation more amusing for me. I take the phone away before passing it back to Theo and stepping back.
“Keep investing as always. Throw your doubt out of the window and get others to invest more than they already do,” I order, looking him dead in the eyes. He lets out a shaky breath as his trembling hand grasps the glass of water on his desk before he gulps half of it in one go.
Setting it back on the desk, he exhales a deep breath before looking back at me. “A-alright. It will be done.”
I lean close to his face, maintaining my cold expression. “This time it will be five million from you for doubting my decision.”
He opens his mouth to argue but closes it as he remembers his weakness. One wrong move and his life will be ruined. I get up and start to walk out when I stop and turn back again.
“Another thing,” I mutter.
Before he can even realise what is going to happen, I take out my knife and plunge it into his hand which is resting on the desk.
“Ah! Fuck!” he screams as his face constricts from pain while he watches his own blood pooling on the desk.
“Call my wife a whore again and next time the knife will go right through your tongue. Understood?”
He nods frantically, while whimpering like a pussy.
“Fucking answer in words,” I hiss my order.
“Yes! Yes… I understand.”
A dark smile appears on my lips as I hold the handle of my knife and pull it out, earning another loud scream from Oscar. Absolute music to my ears.
“Good. Keep that in mind and have a great day.” With that, I walk out of the building and take out a handkerchief to clean the blood stains on my knife. I don’t miss the horror-filled face of the receptionist who cowers behind her desk when her eyes land on my bloody knife.
With a wink at her, we head inside the lift before it cascades down to the ground floor. Getting inside the car, I tell my driver to head back home.
Twenty minutes later we reach my penthouse building. Technically Davina’s too now. I take out my phone checking emails while the lift takes me up to the penthouse floor.
I head inside the moment the door opens and take the stairs up to the bedroom. Shedding my suit and unbuttoning my cuffs, I fold up the sleeves to my elbow when something starts to feel odd. A realisation hits me that the bedroom is empty. There is no sign of Davina.
Frowning in confusion, I go downstairs to look for her in the office and library, but the rooms are empty. I check the balcony, lounge, and even the kitchen, but still no sign of her.
My housekeeper, cleaning the kitchen counter, catches my sight.
“Where is Davina?” I ask, causing her to jump slightly, being caught off guard by my gruff and demanding voice.
“Mrs Kinsley went back to her house, sir. She said you’ll find her there when you return home.”
My brows furrow together with confusion and rising anger. “When did she leave?”
“In the morning. Right after she learned you left, sir.”
I inhale deeply, giving it my all to calm down, but this fucking woman is making it hard already. The day hasn’t even started and she is already annoying me.
I take out my phone and call her number only to get rejected.
What the fuck!
I call five more times and they all get declined, igniting my rage more and more with every second ticking by. Running my hand down my face, I let out a deep sigh before I take my car keys and drive off to her house.
Surpassing the traffic, I park at the driveway of her two-story house. Shutting the door with a loud thud, I storm inside feeling ferocity controlling my mind. I find William on the stairs with files in his hand. When his eyes collide with mine, he offers me his emotionless greeting.
Stalking upstairs with my nostrils flaring like a bull, I stand in front of him.
“Where is she?’’ I ask directly, getting to the point.