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Chapter 3.

Blake POV

At first, I had the belief that the party would easily become a boring one, like the last time, but everything changed when a curvy lady all dressed up in a simple black gown stepped into the room. I couldn't deny the fact that I had been blown away almost immediately by her beauty.

I couldn't seem to take my eyes off her as she sat down beside me, concentrating heavily on her phone. It was weird knowing that I didn't know how to start up a conversation with her at that moment as her body language didn't give off the permit.

"Someone with such beauty cannot be avoided." I stated, hoping to get her attention with my words. She merely looked up for a moment and shook her head disapprovingly.

Try to get a better line next time." She was quick-witted, and it got me even more intrigued.

"The name is Blake; what is yours?" I wasn't going to back down from the conversation that had already started.

"Leave me alone, the name is leave me alone." Again, she was swift to dish out her words without even thinking.

I was about to push the conversation further when the music stopped and the dim light switched to a full-blown light. The only audible sound in that moment was the footfall of a man who stepped onto the stage, carrying a cigratte in his hands. He wasn't one to ever smile, and his aura was so powerful that it would be impossible not to notice him.

From my peripheral vision, I noticed the young lady was also intrigued. I wondered if she worked for him or simply came to the party on his invitation.

Greetings, gentlemen, and, of course, the beautiful ladies in the room. For those who don't know me, I would like to formally introduce myself. I am Carlos Fizzo." His eyes caught hold of mine, and he smiled a bit, obviously acknowledging my presence.

"When I was a child, my father taught me several moral instructions. However, amongst all that he spoke to me about, two things stood out: discipline and loyalty. The first one became my ethic, and the second one became a religion." I knew Carlos was heading somewhere with his statement. "Right before this party would continue, I want to cautiously deal with someone in this room." A loud murmur erupts, and I can see the visible look of worry engrossed in everyone's face in the room; they all fear him.

"The thing about stealing is that the one who commits the act thinks he would easily scale through if he continues. Stealing is the only consistent act that could lead you to much trouble. Someone in this room stole from me, and I would like to give such a person a piece of my mind." His face had already darkened at the last statement. The doors were immediately shut down by his men, who had mounted each post.

I had nothing to fear, as I haven't gotten into trouble with Carlos prior to this moment. Our business deals had always gone smoothly.

There was a slight commotion at the corner of the huge arena as some of Carlos' men grabbed hold of a swarthy man with gold teeth. He was yelling profanities at the men as they dragged him to the stage, where Carlos was standing.

The moment the light came upon the man, I recognized him almost immediately. He was one of the top politicians, and he was hoping to fight for the governorship in the subsequent elections to come.

"This is preposterous; how would you accuse me of such an act? I will never steal from you, and you know it." I could see the visible rage that had beclouded Carlos' face.

He pulled out an axe from his cloak, and everyone gasped, knowing what was about to befall the man. Despite his screams and pleas, Carlos' men held him down, and in one swift moment, the axe was driven through the man's neck, decapitating his head in the process.

Some of the ladies yelled at the gruesome sight, which I was already used to seeing. Carlos had killed several people, even worse, right in my presence, and I was never phased.

The young, beautiful lady that sat beside me on the couch was completely horrified as well. Her hands were trembling, and her face had gone pale.

"Let the party continue then." Carlos indicated after cleaning off his axe from the blood stain.

"Are you okay?" I asked her as the music resumed, but she didn't pay attention to my statement. She was completely smitten with fear.

"How many times do I need to tell you that I am not in the mood for your conversation?" She indicated, turning her attention away from me. She was such an incredulous woman, and her fiery nature kept me completely glued.

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Petra POV

I still hadn't recovered from the gruesome scene I had just witnessed. While there were people like the man sitting beside me who weren't facing me, I couldn't help but be scared by Carlos's act. He had just decapitated a man's head and casually carried on with the party.

This scene, coupled with what I had witnessed in the backroom with Irene, were testaments to the fact that I couldn't work for the don any longer. He was a psychopath, and one cannot decide who would be next on his death list.

While these thoughts kept bugging my mind, I couldn't help but get further irritated by the young man, who seemed completely persistent in his wish to have a conversation with me. In the end, I got up from the couch, despite his complaints, and headed out to meet with Irene.

I already resolved in the back of my mind that I would be meeting with the don and hoping to stay out of his business for good. Even though the contract isn't over, I couldn't help staying amongst him as I could lose my sanity with each gruesome killing he executes.