part 29

Gerald Fischer POV

"Did they get him?" I asked my secretary after he got off the phone with one of our spies on the Knights' residence.

"Yes, sir. I was informed that they've just taken him away." He answered.

"Good. You know what to do, right?" I asked looking at him intently.

"Yes, sir." He bowed slightly before exiting the door to arrange for the operation.

That fucking bastard thought that he could get away from the sentence I bestowed on him by clinging to a rich snobby bitch, he should know better than defying me. He of all people should know that what I say is law here, and when I sentence someone with prison he should fucking stay in prison not cling to a weird bitch to save him.

So what if her fiancé was so fucking famous around here, I own the damn country! No one double crosses me and live to tell the tale, and that ungrateful bastard I took under my wing when no one spared him a second glass is about to know that for sure.

No one can save him from me now.

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"What the fuck do you mean he's been released! He barely reached the police station!" I roared in anger at my secretary.

"A- actually, sir he never reached the police station. T- they were ordered from someone in a high position to release him immediately and bring him back to where they took him from." He said stuttering a couple of times out of fear.

"One fucking simple job and you couldn't even accomplish it!" I hissed at him before going back to my corner where my putters are located, I took one of them and came back to him while dragging it behind me.

My secretary visibly gulped while shaking slightly.

He knew what was to come.

Failure is always rewarded with punishment.

I hit him hard in his joints from behind forcing him to kneel from the the pain before I started battering him with it until sweat started forming on my forehead. Then I straitened myself before heading towards my office, took a paper handkerchief wiping the blood from the putter and putting back to its place.

I came back to my whimpering secretary who was obviously in a great deal of pain, but he knew better than to utter a peep about this to anybody. He signed the contract after all, he swore secrecy.

Good, now he'll have a motivation not to fail me again.

I hovered over him. "Bring me that bastard's head or the next time it won't be a putter that will dance with you." I threatened.

I headed to the mini closet in my office to change my blood-covered clothes. Then I threw another suit at the still laying secretary of mine. "Stop acting like a bitch and go clean up and change and clean this mess before somebody comes in." I said angrily before heading to my chair. I can't afford for the reputation I spent my whole life building to crumble because of few bruises on some useless trash, after all.

He stood up slowly, pain written all over his face before walking- wobbling to the bathroom that was inside my office. "Oh, and Puerto, you have until the end of the day to do what I said." I said just when he was about to enter the bathroom.

He nodded slowly before disappearing in there.

My phone buzzed shortly after indicating I got a message, I lifted it up to see from who.

It was a video sent from an unregistered number. I clicked on the play button, and what I saw then froze the blood in my veins.

"Hello, gramps! I bet you're wondering who I am, not that I'm going to tell you anyway but it's Giuseppe." A little kid rambled before chuckling at his own joke like its the funniest he's ever heard. "So anyway, my boss whom you don't have to know that goes by the name A.L or as you all call her, Emma-" he repeated the pattern of the earlier joke before someone hit him sharply on his head from behind.

"Awe, come on Müller. I was just kidding, calm your horses." He said talking to whomever hit him before turning his attention to me. "Anyway as I was saying before I was rudely interrupted-" he looked up briefly, probably to the same person he was speaking to before continuing. "My boss wanted me to tell you that we have something that may interest you." He said, then the camera shifted to a two tied figures of a woman and a young man, their faces were covered but I could already guess who they are from their shapes. Someone uncovered their faces, and my suspicions got confirmed. My wife and son were kidnapped.

"WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE! HOW DARE YOU MESS WITH MY FAMILY!" I screamed angrily at the still playing video.

"Come to the address that will be sent to your number shortly, and bring as much as you want with you. Guests are always welcomed here." The boy said smirking before line at the bottom of the screen stopped marking the end of the video.

I started yelling profanities and throwing each and every object I got ahold of across the room. My office was a mess and I was heaving from anger.

They will pay, whoever the fuck they are. They'll know exactly who they've messed with.

My phone rung shortly after and the same number flashed through the screen. I picked it up shaking with anger. I was about to speak when a sweet angelic voice of a woman beat me to it.

"You asked who I am, I'm your worst nightmares." Even though her voice was sweet it still held a dangerous undertone to it.

"Why the fuck are you doing this." I hissed through gritted teeth.

"You messed with one of my people. Twice. And there's only so much I can turn a blind eye to." She said I. The same tone.

"You listen to me carefully, you twisted fuck! I will find you and when I do you will wish you never messed with me. You don't know me yet, you don't know the amount of the power I hold." I threatened.

"Oh no, dear. You are the one who don't know me yet because if you did you wouldn't have committed such a petty mistake." She said. "As for your so called power, I'll show you how tiny it is compared to mine." She promised.

"By tomorrow you will be nothing but a pervert fuck, that I guarantee you. Until then your family are our guests." She concluded before hanging up.

I spent sometime holding the phone to my ear, for the first time in a very long time I felt that undesirable twinge in my gut. The one I thought I would never feel again once I've reached where I am today.

Fear.

Pure cold fear was all that was going on my mind at the moment that I didn't realise I was holding my phone to my ear until now.

I snapped out of my daze and put the phone back down, still thinking of the anonymous woman's words.

How did she know I asked who they were?

I don't have any cameras in my office that would be hacked.

I started searching my office for any devices, but came up empty handed.

Her very last promise scared me shitless, those words mean that she knows something that nobody knows about me. But how?

Wait, the little boy from the video did call her A.L. Does that mean she's the notorious A.L that's wanted all across Europe for a bunch of hideous crimes. But no one had the courage to come at her. No judge dared to issue any warrant against her and no police officer came after her. They all were either too damn grateful for her or frightened that they might be her next target.

Or that the Crawlers will come after them since she's known to be associated to them somehow.

But the little boy did also said that her name was Emma. Could it be that he meant the little damsel in distress that that egoistic twisted fucker Adam Knights flaunt around his arms every chance he got.

But that can't be, she couldn't even chase a waitress away from her man.

Or is she?

All this thinking and weighting possibilities got my head twirling.

I just know one thing and one thing only. If that Emma chick is really A.L and I tried to harm Jürgen who is under her wing, then I'm fucked up.

Like majorly and thoroughly fucked up!

A/N

Hey, lovelies.

So any clue who this Fischer is, I bet you'd remember him as you read on the chapter if you don't at first. So are you excited for the next update, it's gonna be one hell of a chapter. 😉

Happy reading, lovelies.

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Oh, and please ignore the mistakes, as I mentioned previously, I tend to write supper fast in order not to forget my ideas and without looking at what I wrote which leads to having a lot of mistakes. If you see any of those you can comment them and I'll correct them.

Until next time, bye bye.