I frown. "And what's that."
"Our men. There have been accidents on the site and twelve of our workers are injured. The contract marks security which is also not fulfilled."
"Most of the problems are occurring due to poor logistics." I concede. I should have never accepted this proposal in the first place.
Rykov. The name itself spikes unwarranted fury in me. We have been rivals for centuries fighting for business or park territory. Power had corrupted my father, in return he has ruined a lot of lives and one of the names that top the list will be theirs-The Rykovs and of course me. They are a small pack considering mine but never the less a sly and ruthless one. They had migrated from Russia almost three centuries ago and ever since they are our rivals. All they want is Power, to be at the top of the totem.
Power isn't threats or uncivilised fighting. It isn't brawn or hard-own arguments.
Power is holding something so absolute, a man will do what he is told-all the while cursing their soul.
True power is what I hold. It is limitless-only graces a few fair. It gives those lucky few the ability-the nobility, to be courteous and polite. All the while holding their fucking balls in their hands.
Boris Rykov wants to steel it from me. I shake my head in disbelief how the so-called enemy of my family even agreed to work with me and thinking that backstabbing would be a good revenge.
"We have been misinformed." Ethan supplies and it fuels my anger.
"Yes and more over our shipments are secured till the harbour but after that the authorities are very hesitant about the road transportation." Mrs Yuki adds with a foul disposition and two other of my men from the managerial department nods moodily.
A fierce emotion works up in my throat. I want to growl my frustrations. Feeling restless I stand up and go to the large floor to roof glass window, trying to find the calm I need to deal with this situation. As I look out the city spread out before me giving a clear view for miles. The roads entwining like ribbons with yellow taxis and the tall skyscraper glinting off sunlight.
This whole city belongs to me and I can gift it to Tony if he wants. I can give him the world. I can't love him more that I do; it has consumed me wholly. And still something from both of our past is making strides on edging me out. And something out there is hell bent on ruining me.
I pull out my phone from my pocket and type him a text.
Meet me at home asap. And if you dare to defy me don't think I'll think twice before taking you over my knees.
Gx
Smiling inwardly I press the send button. "Find out who is behind this and do what worst is possible." I declare to the people sitting behind me and my knuckles pop up as my hand fist around my phone. A thrill runs down my spine. I feel the animal in me rise and sneer, the darkness covering my soul while I eyes flashes red on the glass reflection briefly.
"That would be a total bummer for the Roche's." Ethan laughs. I want to laugh with him but there is a sneaky fear in me that my angry can't overlay. The fear of losing Tony. The Rykov will do anything for my demise.
I'm being remarkably civilized considering how violent I feel at the moment. I'm quite surprised.
Turning around I grin at my brother. Why to taper his happy mood. "I think we are done then."
All four of them stand. "We will get back to you soon." The manager of research department provides collecting his files from the desk.
"Good." I respond shoving my hands into my pocket on a middle nod.
Bound Forever: Chapter 8: Special chapter
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