Chapter 3

Zachary's POV

"Where are the weapons?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"I-I don't know," he trembled before on the floor, knelt on his knees he joined his palms and begged me for his life.

"Pitiful," I spat and shoved the back of the gun on his face. He fell down on his side and before I could kick him in his face Willi came in between us stopping me.

"Let me handle this," he asked and I glared at him. Huffing at him I turned around and rubbed my face aggravated by the situation. The illegal arms that were supposed to transfer to my dealer today vanished in the mid road and the only person we got in our hand was the driver. According to him, some thugs stopped the truck and took the arms with them throwing the driver on the road but I am far too concerned about it. I don't really care about the driver but only my arms. I need to transfer it to my dealer anyhow and the dare of those thugs.

"He is just keeping on repeating that some thugs stole it," came Willi's tired voice.

"Finish him," I stated not even looking back at the driver.

"What?" He asked in shock and the driver whimpered and cried as soon as he heard.

"Kill him," I said my eyes void of any emotions.

"We can't do that. He is the only one who can tell us where the weapons are," Willi said and I took my phone out of my pant pockets when it vibrated.

As I read the text message from my informant an irritated and annoyed expression marred my face as I turned around ready to kill the damn bastard of a driver.

"Well, I can tell you where the weapons are," I gave out a sarcastic laugh and the next moment a gunshot was heard in the room. The driver's leg was shot by none other but me as I pointed the gun at his face as I looked at him with an intention to kill him then and there.

"What are you doing?" Willi yelled at him and tried to get on my way to stop me from killing the driver. I showed him the text message and as realization struck him, he looked back at the driver who was yelling and sobbing because of his wounded leg.

"You bastard! You surrendered the truck to the damn cops?" Willi snapped at him and the next moment he was the one who kicked him in his stomach.

"This crazy bastard," I muttered as I looked the driver getting hit and I kept on watching until he was on the verge of death.

"Stop," I said and Willi looked back at me.

"But he-" He stopped mid-sentence when he noticed my murderous expression.

"On whose order did you do that?" I asked as calmly as I could to the driver who writhed in pain on the ground with hands tied on his back.

"I will never tell you," he laughed and spat blood on the ground.

"We will see that," I said and turned around to Max.

"Bring the taser, use it on him until and unless he tells the truth. Don't let him sleep or die. Make him suffer," I looked back at the driver who was breathing heavily.

"Start now!" I said and walked out of the room.

His plea of agony could be heard even after I walked out the warehouse. They did their work perfectly of making him suffer.

"Call Jeremiah and tell him about the situation."

Willi nodded and fished his phone out of his pant pockets in order to call our man who worked as a cop. I walked to my car and got in. Igniting the engine and drove off to my office building. Its been three to four days since I went back to my office. I have been busy solving my illegal dark matters lately and because of that, I have not been able to work on my legal works.

"Good afternoon sir," Cosmina greeted as I walked past her desk.

"Send every important file that you need to sign to my cabin, I intend on finishing every pending work of mine today itself," I said as I stopped in my tracks and looked back at Cosmina. As I was talking I heard a loud gasp and turned to my side to find the woman whose name I remembered as Cristina starring at my hand with wide eyes.

"Sir you have blood on your hand and also on your sleeves. Are you hurt?" The woman tried to touch my hand but I jerked my hand away even before she could touch me and glared at her.

"Mind your own business Ms. Dimir," I said nonchalantly and looked back at Cosmina.

"But si-"

"Send me the files Cosmina," I said and turned around to leave.

As soon as I went inside my cabin, the first thing I did was to walk to the small shelve where I took my extra shirt out and went inside the bathroom to wash the blood and change my shirt. Everything is messed up in my life. I watched as the water turned red as it washed away the stains of blood from my hand into the sink. The water running down from my hand had all my attention. I looked at myself in the mirror.

Nothing

There was nothing in my face. I was expressionless. Tired. And most importantly I didn't look a bit like Zachary Udolf Sullivan. But this was the reality the man who was standing right before me inside the mirror was actually me. A loser who has lost everything in his life.

"You don't really deserve happiness," I mumbled looking at reflection before splashing a handful of water on my face.

Life has to go on and I have to live. I just can't break down like this; I bet Juliette wouldn't have liked seeing me like this but I just can't do anything. Every time I try to even think about moving on with my life I just can't. I thought I would live the rest of my life with her. It's not her fault that I am in this position of my life nor do I blame anyone. But every time I look at myself the only thing that I think of is how would my life been if she was here. I knew she didn't hate me anymore like she did when I kidnapped her for the first time. I knew that her hatred soon changed to that of love and she loved me truly then why? Why? Just why do we have to be like this?