Eleven: His and his alone

Eleven:His and his alone

Kayla rushed over. She was always happy to meet Ezekiel's demands. That was just how much she loved him and deep down she believed that he loved her too. She got to Alpha gardens in a span of minutes as she was on a very high speed. She alighted her car and handed her items to the maiden who was waiting at the entrance. To them, she was going to be the young mistress of the Alpha gardens and the Mrs Don of a new generation. She walked over and took the staircase. Her heels clicked the tiled floor in a sequential manner. She was almost at the door of his study when she paused abruptly in her steps. This caused her to twist her ankle due to her apprehension. A young maiden was walking out of Ezekiel's study. Her hair was disheveled and her steps were in disarray though she tried not to make it obvious. Kayla held her chest and tried to calm her raging heart. She felt as though her heart was about to explode due to anger. Tears brimmed her eyes as she watched the woman walk closer.

Monalissa was in a state of oblivion. She didn't seem to notice the beautiful lady that was standing some distance away from her. Her whole body was aching and she felt as though her bones has been broken. That devil didn't wish to show any mercy, not at the very least. She was going to get back at him. She hated him with everything in her. How dare he treat her like this?! He was the first man to see her body and to do this to her but after all that he said, 'Get out' and in that cold tone. She wished to strangle him right then and there. This act of his fueled her desire to get back at him. She didn't notice the woman standing before her and collided with her.

"Ouch!", Monalissa cried.

Kayla looked at her in disdain. She grabbed her hair, a handful. "What were you doing there? Who do you think you are?!"

Monalissa was pissed at everything that was going on in her life at the moment. She couldn't care about the woman before her. With the anger brewing in her heart she grabbed Kayla's hair, two handfuls and dragged her to the floor. She slapped her as many times as possible.

Kayla saw white. She was at the verge of collapsing. Monalissa looked down at her and with her fair slender legs, she stepped on her hand.

"You don't have the right to touch me. Don't you ever mess with me!" No one had the right to touch her... except that devil. It was just him. Apart from him, no one else was qualified.

Kayla couldn't believe her eyes. She was dumbstruck. She looked at the young girl in horror. Who was she? Where did she come from?

"What is going on here?!" A deep menacing voice rang in the hallway. As if it was a wake up call for Kayla, she broke free from Monalissa making the latter to stagger a little. Monalissa couldn't steady her steps and fell back on her butt. "Ouch!" she mouthed.

Kayla ran to Ezekiel's side and grabbed his arm. She looked at him in grievance. Ezekiel saw the marks on her face and the footprint on her wrist. He arched a brow and looked at Monalissa. He wasn't surprised at all. She was a former assassin and of course she still had her ego. Why would she let herself be bullied? He had managed to subdue her but what of the others? Just on her first day at the factory, she had almost killed the manager. She really lived up to her name, Walker. It was a pity that she didn't have her martial arts anymore.

Kayla looked at Ezekiel and noticed him looking at Monalissa for a long time.

"Zeke?"

Ezekiel looked down at the woman in his arms. He carried her and walked away. Monalissa could only stare at their backs in anger and agony. She was in a lot of pain. She wanted to just lay down and have a long rest. A long one that would last forever.

Just then, some men in black tuxedo walked up to her and took her away.

Sky country.

In a dim lighted chamber

A man, clad in a black house robe stood at the balcony with a glass of whiskey in his hand. The robe didn't cover his chest as he let it hang loosely on him. A tattoo lay on his chest, close to his heart. It was a few letters combined together to form a word. The word known only to him. Another man joined him. The latter was his subordinate. He bowed in reverence.

"Boss, here", he said and handed some papers to him. The man took the papers from him.

"Is my little one sleeping?"

"Yes. He's asleep".

" You may go".

The assistant bowed and left.

The man opened the papers and looked at the items in it. They were pictures. Pictures of a young maiden who seemed to have cried. Though she looked like that, her allure didn't diminish at the slightest.

He wondered who the bastard that made her cry was. If it was him...

The man brought the picture close to his face and placed a kiss on it. He loved this woman. He has loved her for a while, a long time even. It's only been few hours he had seen her but, his heart keeps skipping at the thought of her.

It was actually time to get her back. To bring her back. He had done a lot of things to her but, he would apologize and treat her well. She was his and his alone.