Bitching about my wife? Wrong Move
To avoid Dylan, Evelyn kept herself extremely busy. Holding meetings, attending conferences, and having debates and discussions nonstop, doing everything that would stray her mind off him. His presence was fucking up her mind. She was losing control. That day, when they hugged she didn’t give it much thought but now she was embarrassed. He was playing with her mind and she was letting him. So, she came up with the best solution, sticking close to Theodore.
Theodore like a love-struck boy helped her in her plans. He was already enchanted by her beauty and when Evelyn started spending more time with him, he fell deeply in love with her. He followed her every command but his father, Dominique turned hostile. He was impressed with Evelyn but she was being too nosy. She wouldn’t restrain from scolding his employees for even minute detail and that too in front of him. Enraged by her punctilious nature, his people demanded her to make her understand. Dominique did try but Evelyn neither paid attention to his words nor changed. That’s when he decided to approach Dylan, his only hope.
“I mean no offense Mr. Black and I respect Ms. Clarke’s dedication but unity is the cornerstone of a team. She needs to trust us because just like her we are also enthusiastic and would put our best to make this project succeed. But these frequent conflicts would break the harmony.” Dominique spoke in a measured tone.
They both were currently in Dylan’s office. Dominque expected a response but he got none as the gangster’s eyes were fixed on Evelyn. Her office was just next to him, partitioned with a glass wall.
Evelyn on the other hand was busy typing on her laptop. She used to take up extra work so that she could remain holed up in the office. Dylan had deciphered her tactics. He knew that her reason wasn’t restricted to avoiding him but rather she was avoiding staying at the hotel.
Dylan was always one step ahead. He had gleaned all the information that Evelyn had her lunch and even dinner in the restaurant beside the office. She would sometimes hang out with Theodore as a pretext of bonding but he knew that she was dodging to eat the food at the hotel. And all the credit goes to him for that.
Doubt.
A small word but holds immense power. Though Evelyn threw caution to the wind that day, Dylan knew that he was successful in sowing the seeds of suspicion inside her. Evelyn had turned extra watchful in the past few days.
She wouldn’t start eating and would wait for Theodore to start. A small practice to make sure the food was good to eat. Hunter filled Dylan in on that she was checking other hotels
and even managed to get one but later dropped the idea because she didn’t have the heart to upset Joseph.
Watching him silently, Dominique cocked his left brow and followed his line of sight. A smirk tugged on his lips. He turned back to Dylan but was staggered because he was already staring at him.
“What?” Dylan spat, he was back to his brooding, cold self. Dominique was taken aback at his impudent response. That was an insult.
He scoffed and straightened his spine.
“Nothing, I was just hoping you tame your woman and teach her to be patient and humble.” He shot back, dropping the nice act.
Dylan huffed and leaned on his chair.
“My woman? Aren’t you being too frank with me Mr. Blanchett?” He mused.
Dominique glared at him with hard eyes but soon he schooled his expression.
“Listen, Mr. Black. I am a very influential person in Europe so disobedience is something which I don’t tolerate. I tried to be patient but I won’t tolerate a woman bossing my people around in my realm. You need to stop her right now and I mean that.” His voice dropped an octave.
Dylan clenched his jaw as Dominique hunched over and shot him a sharp look.
“I expect you to understand because you wouldn’t like it if I take matters into my hands.” He sneered and waited for Dylan to react but he didn’t and kept a hard face.
Satisfied, Dominque then sat straight and scraped the chair back before standing on his feet. He was extremely delighted with Dylan’s silence and mistook it as his victory.
Giving him a triumphant smirk, he dipped his hands in the pocket of his pants and stared down at him.
Jealousy is something that ruins any relationship. and that was what happened with Dominque. He was impressed with Dylan but bitterness started burgeoning between them when Dylan snatched his limelight.
Even at the age of 50, Dominique had adeptly maintained his youthful look. He was aging like wine and thus, was too used to getting compliments. But since the moment Dylan trespassed his regime, everyone became a slave to his handsome features and brilliant mind. The man was a perfect but deadly combo for Dominque as he became a threat to his image.
And now watching him staring at him with sealed lips, helpless and defeated gratified him.
“I don’t like when people flout my authority, Mr. Black. I don’t let any rule and any relation become a hindrance when it comes to making people show their place. But it’s good to see that you got it in the first place and saved my breath for another lecture.” His arrogance never wavered for once.
Saying that Dominque give him a curt nod and turned around to leave.
All the blood got drained off his face watching a gun trained at his head.
“Your breath isn’t spared for the lecture but for my bullet. It would be exhilarating to watch you writhing in pain while I rob you of your breath,” Hunter seethed.
Dominique was horrified.
“What the hell-” he opened his mouth to scream but Hunter shoved the nozzle of his gun in his mouth and kicked his shin making him slump to the floor. The man was aghast, he turned to look at Dylan but was left stunned as Dylan drew the blinds and then proceeded to lock the door.
“Mmm”
Dominique groaned and tried to scramble away but Hunter gripped his hair and plunged the nozzle deep down his throat. His eyes bulged out of his sockets.
“Stay still,” Hunter snarled.
Dominique broke out into cold sweats. He just stared at him with wide eyes, his face started turning red as his lungs screamed for oxygen.
“You don’t like disobedience and neither me.” Suddenly a voice laced with amusement rang in the room. Dominique released a shaky breath and sneaked a glance at Dylan who unbuttoned his suit and abandoned it on the floor.
“Guess, we have so much in common, French King.” He snickered while smirking at him, his hands busy rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows.
Dominique flinched as Dylan fished out the shining weapon that was tucked in his waistband and started sauntering toward him. Panicked, he tried moving back when Hunter thrust his gun further freezing every muscle of his body.
“One should always think before speaking Blanchett. You blabbered so much shit about my wifey.”
Dominique’s heart stilled at the mention of a wife.
‘Evelyn was his wife?’
“I was trying to stay indulgent but you kept piling up your punishments. But man, you crossed the red line when you call her by her name.” Dylan spoke feigning a sad look and halted in front of him. Dominique gulped.
“You know what you just signed your death certificate.” The mafia rasped.
Dominique shivered, and his eyes turned wide.
Hunter was right, he indeed forgot how to breathe.
The man drenched in sweat vigorously shook his head. Tears collected in his eyes. Dylan chuckled at his pathetic state. The gangster relished in people’s pain. The excitement that he felt watching people down on their knees, helpless and at his mercy was unbeatable.
Dylan then gestured to Hunter who pulled out his gun. Dominique didn’t waste a second and pushed him away and crawled on the floor to escape the hell hole.
“EVELYN!! HELP!! HELP!!”
The man screamed his lungs out. Dylan grunted. Just a few minutes before, he was bitching about his wife.
“She isn’t not here.”
Dominique stiffened.
“Your bastard son took her out for lunch,” Dylan said.
Dominique was lost in his thoughts when there was a loud crash. Alarmed, he turned around only to see Dylan sitting at the table which was now empty. Panting, his gaze slipped down to the floor only to see everything scattered there.
“Such a pussy.” Hunter derided watching the hulk of a man getting scared at the slightest noise.
After getting comfortable, Dylan snapped his gaze back at Dominique, “Yeah, so where were we?”
Dominique glared at him, “You both will rot in Hell. You have no idea with whom you are messing with.” The man was scared no doubt but there was no way he would back down without a fight. They can’t defeat him, he was the ruler of Paris.
Dylan huffed and gave him a bored look.
“You are so stubborn, don’t you? And please don’t think it’s a toy gun. Wait are you mistaken? Want a confirmation?” He suddenly quipped.
Dominique who was throwing daggers his way shuddered; a bead of sweat trickled down his left temple.
“No,” he whispered but his fear mounted when Dylan removed the safety of the gun and aimed the trigger at him.
Dominique flinched back in shock. He immediately turned around and dragged his legs to reach the door.
Relief washed over him as he managed to unlock the door but before he could open it, there was a loud bang that jarred his bones.
“AHH!!”
A blood-curdling scream ripped through the air while the atmosphere turned menacing. Darkness crept through every slit, every corner while smiling creepily at the dark red blotches that were splattered on the wall.
Dylan blew off the smoke while staring at the man who was whimpering while holding his bloodied hand. He shot his right hand.
“Such a klutz. Drop your tough guy act because I can end your unworthy life in a snap. Get this thing straight that I hold the upper hand,” Dylan drawled out and jumped from the desk.
Dominique huddled closer and plastered his back on the door while watching Dylan who was walking towards him with heavy steps, his predatory eyes dead set on his quivering frame. The stench of blood filled the room. It was gross but that only contended the Mafia’s bloodthirst.
Crouching down to his level, he leveled his gaze and smirked.
“Did I succeed in clearing your doubts or do you need another show?”
“What have you done? Why isn’t no one coming for my help? Who the hell are you?” Dominique managed to question him despite the searing pain oozing from every pore of his skin.
Dylan tsked, “So many questions. All right this time I wouldn’t disappoint you. But we will go with the second part first, hmm. Now tell me have you heard about ‘The Black’?”
Dominique quirked a brow at his absurd question. Nevertheless answered.
“Of course, I know. He is the psychopathic Mafia Lord of America, Leader of the Night Stalkers.” He grated out.
“Ouch,” Dylan feigned a hurt expression and placed his palm over his heart.
“What? Do you work with him?” Dominique questioned.
Dylan smirked. He was enjoying the game, “Have you seen him?”
“No, never.” Dominique gave a straight answer but a frown settled on his brows when Dylan let out a dark chuckle.
“Well then hello to you. I am the psychopathic Mafia Lord you were talking about.” He asserted and flashed Dominique a small smile but that only ceased his heartbeat.
“W-What? That’s not possible.” Dominique couldn’t embrace reality. He was ’The Black”.
‘I was working with a gangster?’
“Nothing is impossible. It may come as a shock to you and you might be hurt but... I am more hurt because you dare call me a psychopath.” Dylan spoke in his deep voice while eyeing Dominique’s horror-stricken face.
“No, I- I didn’t.”
“Yes, you did. You were perfectly audible and didn’t mince your words. Now, let’s talk about the punishment.” He said and twirled his gun between his fingers. Dominique eyed the weapon while holding onto his breath.
“Hand is gone but I can’t aim at your chest because then what about my wife’s dreams? You need to stay intact but impunity is not my thing.”
Dylan continued speaking while poking him with his gun making him flinch.
Hunter chuckled; he knew his boss loves toying with his enemies. Dominique wasn’t one before but he penned his name in that list the moment he bad-mouthed about Evelyn.
“Boss, I think you should go for Madam. I will deal with him.” Hunter stepped in diverting his attention.
Dylan looked at him over his shoulders and nodded.
“Yeah, you’re right. Here,” he said and threw the gun his way, “Reload it. I would be requiring it later.”
Dylan husked and turned to Dominique who was appalled. The malevolence radiating from Dylan left him terrified for his son.
Curbing his fear, he grabbed his hands and vigorously shook his head.
“Don’t do anything. Please, I will make him understand.” He pleaded but to his dismay, Dylan snatched his hands away.
“Sorry can’t do. I don’t like shouldering my work on someone else.” He clipped and stood up.
Dylan then turned to Hunter who immediately nodded and rushed to grab Dominique who started crying in fear.
“I beg you please, don’t do anything.” He screamed and cried but his pleas fell deaf on his ears.
Dylan tucked his gun back into his pants and opened the door. He halted near Hunter and spoke sternly.
“Make him understand.” His expression was grave. Hunter nodded and dragged an injured Dominique while Dylan left with Elijah to grab his wife.
