HEY GUYS!
So, I really need some time to fully concentrate on writing as my collage life just started
although i know my clg life wont be as great as Wattpad clg life books i am excited for it and i hope you all can wait till i fully settle in and get hold of both my clg life and personal life at balance
till then
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"What else do you have to say?" he demanded, pressing the cold barrel of a gun to the other man's head. The man, on his knees and badly beaten, trembled with fear.
"I'm sorry, boss. I didn't know any better," he pleaded, tears streaming down his face.
"Yes, you didn't!" he snapped, and without hesitation, he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight into the man's forehead.
"Clean this mess up," he ordered, tossing the gun to one of his men before striding out of the alley.
He mounted his bike and sped off, breaking every rule in the book. The roar of the engine echoed through the night as he raced toward his destination. When he reached the gates of the mansion, he dismounted and stormed inside, ignoring the terrified look on the security guard's face.
"Why does he look extra scary today?" one guard whispered as he passed by.
"Did you not see the amount of blood on him?" the other replied, equally shaken.
Inside the mansion, the atmosphere was tense. He approached a trembling maid and asked, "Has he come out since I left?"
The maid, stuttering in fear, nodded. "H-he c-came out to l-look out of the w-window once."
"Hmm," he muttered, making his way upstairs. He opened the door to a room where a man sat on the floor, leaning against the bed, his gaze fixed on the bright carpet beneath him, completely oblivious to his presence.
As the light flicked on, the harsh metal shackle around the man's ankle became visible, chained to the wall. The chain was long enough to allow him to move around the room, but not long enough to reach the door that led to freedom.
"What's so interesting about that rug that you didn't notice me?" he asked, stepping closer to the man, forcing him to look up.
"You stink," the man whispered, turning his eyes away.
"And what do you suggest I do about that, hmm?" he snarled, grabbing the man's chin with a grip that would soon leave a bruise.
"It hurts. Let go," the man hissed, trying to pry his hand away
"I heard you stood by the window again. You know you'll never get out of here, right, little flower?" he sneered, lifting the man off the ground and tossing him onto the bed.
"Take a shower. I don't like the smell of blood on you."
"Your wish is my command, little flower," the man replied, as he kissed his forehead before heading to the bathroom.
As soon as the door closed behind him, a maid entered with a first aid kit. "Ashley, are you hurt?" she asked, placing the kit beside him.
"No," he replied, his voice devoid of emotion.
"Good. I'll leave some painkillers here, just in case," she said, handing them to him.
"Leave before he comes back," Ashley urged, and the maid quickly packed up and left.
"You know I'm aware of everything that happens in my mansion, don't you?" he said as he emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"Yes," Ashley replied, averting his gaze.
"Yes, what?" he pressed.
"Yes, sir," Ashley muttered, knowing full well what was coming next.
"No matter what you try to hide or say, everything here is under my control," he said, pulling out the pills Ashley had hidden under the pillow. "What should I do with that maid? She dared to get close to you." His voice dropped to a husky whisper as he pinned Ashley down on the bed, holding both his hands above his head. "Should I kill her or feed her to the dogs?" he asked, trailing kisses along his neck, leaving marks in his wake.
"You... you know that's notâahh," Ashley's protest was cut short as his captor's hand began to move lower.
The next two hours passed in a blur of dominance and submission. When it was over, the man asked, "Are you sore?"
"Shut up. Don't you have work to do, Mr. Big Bad Mafia?" Ashley huffed, pulling the blanket over his head.
"I'm leaving for work. Get some rest, little flower," he said as he got out of bed and began to dress.
After a moment of silence, Ashley mumbled from under the blanket, "When do you plan on taking these off my feet? They hurt."
He looked over and saw Ashley's pale foot poking out from beneath the covers, the metal shackle having left dark bruises on his skin. "Good Lord, when did it get this bad?" he muttered, quickly retrieving the key from his pocket and gently unchaining Ashley's feet. He applied cream to the bruises with uncharacteristic care.
"If anyone walked in now, they'd never guess the one taking care of my bruised foot so gently is the same one who caused the harm," Ashley chuckled bitterly.
"Sorry, little flower, but you know I can't lose you," he said as he finished applying the cream. "Now, give me your other foot," he instructed, holding the shackle in his hand.
"Please, no," Ashley whispered, a lone tear escaping as he curled into a small cocoon. "I promise I won't leave. Please, trust me. I've been obedient all this time."
"I can't take any risks, little flower. Now be obedient and give me your foot," he demanded, his voice hardening.
"Please, I won't escape. I have nowhere to go," Ashley cried, backing away further.
"You have no one to go to anyway," he snapped, making Ashley's breath hitch. Regret immediately washed over him.
"I'm sorry, Ashâ"
"Stop. You're right. I have no one left," Ashley interrupted, extending his leg. "I've been in this mansion for a year already. This is nothing new."
Guilt gnawed at him as he looked at the young man's face, filled with sadness. "I'll take your word for it," he said, throwing the shackle to the ground. "I'll be back tomorrow," he added before leaving the room.
As he was about to mount his bike, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen before answering.
"Hello?"
"Where are you, bro? Mom and Dad are waiting for you," a cheerful voice on the other end said.
"I'll be home in a few minutes," he replied.
"Hurry up, bro," the voice said before the call ended. He pocketed the phone, revved up his bike, and sped off towards home.
Who is he?
any guess?