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"We meet again, vera" Her smile was wide, revealing her pure white teeth. She extended her arms wide, asking for an embrace, while vera quickly shifted to her right side, away from her left. Oh, she should just be grateful I didn't come with a knife by any chance, if not, I would have cut off those flithy hands of yours, vera thought. Angie smiled at her rejection, simply retraced her arm back, folding it to her chest, with a livid look on her face.

"The engagement party would be held three days from now" She announced looking like a serious business lady.

"And I have a job for you" She added, walking leisurely to a desk while pouring a drink into her glass cup. She filled the second glass and handed if to vera.

"Is this what we came here for" Vera asked impatiently. She didn't understand why her body is so tensed up with anger. Is it the feeling of not being in her family's home, or the feeling of watching them turn this residence into something else, or where her parents corpse where sent to and why. All this questions bothered her but she quickly brush it away, she would figure out that later.

"Oh no!" she shaked her head in declination to her question viciously, with her eyes closed a bit, before looking at her.

"I have more important thing to handle than to deal with unimportant things, you know" She said nonchantly, walking back to the desk as she dropped the other glass and brought out a file from its folder, placed in a stack, handing it to vera.

"That is what you have to do. Everything is planned very well. Every details you need to know and order assigned, which you must follow, are written there" She took a sip of her drink while looking at the lady who sat on the couch, reviewing the file before her.

Her eyes slightly opened after every sentence she read, stealing a glance on Angie who was busy placing with her phone, scoffing with every chat she read, who looked like vera was invisible to her eyes. Eyes opened with her hand clasped to her mouth, covering her from screaming, made Angie's attention return back to her, as vera managed to force a sentence from her mouth in shock and disbelief.

"Marry him, bear him an heir and give the child to the contractor??! Wait, what???...!

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Inside a dark garage...

A barely unrecognizable man, tied up to a chair, with a face swollen as a result to the endless beating he received. His head was lowered to the floor, eyes closed as if he was dead, with his body which sustained deep and severe injuries as blood that gushed out through his wound. His white office wear, now torn, turned pure red. If his condition was known to public by now, his story wouldn't have been a kidnapping case rather an a definition of 'Damnatio ad bestias' in the opposite way.

Suddenly, a man emerged from the darkness, with his hands inside his pocket. His shadow unveiled a dark aura that one could feel. His position himself where like a man acting an interesting horror movie, that requires determination. The scene was horrible to the eyes but a boring show to his. He wasn't giving any sign of that he was pleased seeing him suffer unconditionally, he was just giving him a boring look, neither the look of satisfaction or without any care of the world.

Watching his guards pour a molten plastic on his body, he screamed and groaned in pain while his eyes were barley seen open. He simply stood still, with a cold face and harsh body language. The light was suddenly turned on, as he walked towards the man and stopped 5-6 feet away from him. He squatted, holding a gun at his right hand before him.

His gaze was as expressionless as dead, and his bridge pointed noise rested on his knuckles. His white simple T-shirt, brought out his eloquent figure. Nothing can define his beauty, his appearance and his perfect crafted body shape. His six pack was clearly visible, his well designed pair of black trouser showed his long beautiful legs.

Scott's gaze rested on the man who was finding it difficult to breath. He gave a sign to his men as the three guards instantly untied him, and pushed him forward, causing his face kiss the cold concrete floor, flinching in pain. Scott was truly a beast disguised as a beauty. The entertainment world would be shocked to their bones, having known that Scott Johnson dealt with his enemies like this, would surely be shaken if they get to realize the hell he brought upon earth!!

He pulled him roughly through his hair, sending him to the ground again. This time, his butt, due to the fall, not withstandingly hurt his arm which burned in pain. He snapped his finger at his men, as one brought a knife and handed it to him. Scott collected it and began scrubbing his body really hard, leaving a visible scar until his skin became sore and pale.

"You are just as stubborn as I thought, Ramon" his voice was cold and harsh, confirming what he suspected to be true. This man is truly hiding a something big, something like a hidden clue.

"KILL ME! KILL ME YOU SICK BITCH! KILL ME CAUSE NOT EVEN MY SPIRIT WOULD UTTER A SINGLE WORD TO YOU, OH MIGHTY SCOTT JOHNSON" He screamed out loud, with all his strength. He spoke rudely, with his eyes staring at him fiercely. Scott's eyes darkened and an evil smile plastered on his face. His lips twitched.

"Oh really, Ramon smith. I would gladly love to grant your request but, I really am determined in giving you are slow death, that even your shadow won't be seen at the wall of a dim light" his tone was even colder, and menacing as ever. His promise was like an electric shocker that startled him, as he flinched. His husky deep voice sounded heartlessly cold. His livid expression gave out an outrageous look and continued.

"Now...you better start talking if you really want me to grant your request" He said nonchantly, with a slight raised head with raised brow. His response made his men take turn in giving each other a question look before looking serious at the situation at hand.

Even Ramon was suddenly rendered speechless. His was short of words but was careful not to spit out a letter talk less of a sentence.

"KILL ME SCOTT!! AFTER ALL, WHAT IS THE PURPOSE OF KEEPING SOMEONE WHOSE DETERMINATION IN KEEPING MUTE IS A HUNDRED PERCENT!" he blurted looking totally confident, while using a mocking tone. His eyes glimmered under the light, his gaze still fixed on scott.

"Yes I know, that's why I have a surprise for you. Devi..." He called out loud as the man whose name was mentioned, immediately rushed out, bringing in a young blindfolded woman. She stumbled to her knee after being pushed by her abductors. She couldn't remember how she ended up here or why she was here, but the only thing recollected was when someone offered her where she could find her brother who has being missing for a month without leaving any call or message and wasn't active for a while now. God knows how she had went from different places, different police stations, writing endless statement just to help them track him faster. It has being a over 2 weeks since she last heard from them, which they concluded he was found dead, so as not to further the investigation till she met this man, who offered to show her where her brother is. She didn't listen to the warning signals, just the happiness that she could see him, feel him, scold him, made her smile continuously.

Until now...

"Do you recognize her?" he asked with his eyes as fierce as ever. His glaring sent shivers down his spine. It was as if his heart was being stabbed, and his heart pounding every time he see the tears rushing down her beautiful face. He had missed her. He had missed her laugh, her smile, her scoldings and beatings, everything literally. His gaze landed on Scott, who was looking at him like a beast planning to fed in his prey anytime soon.

"DON'T YOU DARE SCOTT! I WON'T TELL YOU NO MATTER WHAT YOU DO, EVEN IF SPILLING COUNTLESS AMOUNT OF BLOOD. I. WOULD. NOT. TALK." His final answer made Scott laugh out loud, releasing that dark temptation that could pierce through your soul, and dispersed through your shadow.

"Ramon...?" her soft voice reached his ears as he saw her fear and longing. His want to embrace her and fell her that it was just a nightmare, like he those before, could only be impossible.

"I-Is that really...you?" she asked in disbelief, while her face turned to the verge of breaking down. He was about to respond before Scott interrupted.

"Really? Are you sure?" he asked finally, giving him a chance.

"I WOULD NOT, YOU FOOL! LET MY INNOCENT SISTER OUT OF THIS" he screamed as the young lady flinched at the intense hatred and anger from her brother. Her question was how did he end up associating with this kind of people, this heartless creature but unknown to her that it was Scott Johnson.

After a long while of silence, he stood up, held his gun and fired the bullet through woman's left thigh, as she screamed in pain and shivered in fear.

"SCOTT!!!" He roared out loud, if he had not being in this situation, he would have pounced on him by now, devouring every meat of his flesh, sucking all his blood till it runs dry. Scott turned to him, at the call of his name, giving him a 'what?' look. He returned his attention to her, shot the second bullet to her other thigh, as blood gushed out through the open wound.

"RAMON!!!" she screamed on top of her voice, she could not longer bear the pain, as her consciousness began to drift off slowly. N-no, no, no...not now. A little bit longer please. She pleaded in her head, and after several attempts to fight it, everywhere suddenly became pitch back.

"ROSE!!!" He screamed out her name, crawling in attempt to meet her, when a strong hand pulled him back to his position as his head hit the floor hard, causing it to bleed.

"I SWEAR TO YOU SCOTT. I WILL TAKE REVENGE, I WILL KILL YOU ONCE I AM OUT OF HERE. TAKE COVERAGE AS MUCH AS YOU WANT BUT YOU WOULD NEVER BE ABLE TO HIDE FOREVER" He promised, clenching his fist that his knuckles turned white, screaming and cursing out loud till his heart satisfaction. After his voice became barely audible and his breath slowly ditching away...

BANG!

Scott shot him dead, straight on his forehead, as his body slowly moved to the floor, with his eyes open. His body was in the center of pool of his own blood. He retraced his hand back, throwing the gun to his sides before speaking.

"I don't hide, I find" he said in response to his last promise before walking through the exist door.

"Take care of his body and fed him to the wild animals. At least, we should pay him and honourable respect" he ordered before leaving, as his men immediately began to follow his order, without questioning his command.