For the past two weeks, I have been tracking down traitors and people who have information about Declan Diaz.

It seemed that the bastard thought he could infiltrate my gang and get information about my family and all the important files I have in my warehouses. Little does he know I tracked down each and every cunt that thinks they can get away with spying and selling information to the Mexican Mafia.

I gave the rats the worst possible deaths imaginable. From acid baths to my pet tigers and scarlet macaws eating them alive. I enjoyed their screaming after I cut off their toes and fingers or skinned their legs or arms until they were spilling information about La mafia de la Muerta. (The mafia of death)

I learned that Declan is obsessed with Brooke and will do anything to get her back into his clutches. The rats told me that the whole reason for the attack at the ball was to get Brooke back into his arms and get swept away to a cold dark room at his secret mansion built for Brooke.

They also informed me that the sick bastard has a chapel in the house, so they can get married as soon as he punishes Brooke for running away. He also built a hospital wing with a maternity ward and several bedrooms for children that he wants to have.

All that information made me sick and furious. He is never going to get Brooke back. I will protect her from him and make sure she is not back into the devil's hands so he can ruin her even more than he already did.

We got the information out of the rats like shipments that are coming in and are going out in the next two weeks. We got information about the Diaz family and the Gómez family. We also found out that the Russian's and Mexican's have trade agreements and an alliance because Declan's cousin married Iosif Kazlof the leader of the Russian mafia's daughter Katya Kazlof.

It seems that the Diaz family is powerful in Russia and China. I would have never guessed that Declan and his father Juan married two cousins off. One to Russia and one to China. It seemed they did not care that Maria Diaz, Declan's cousin got murderd by the Chinese Mafia because she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl instead of a boy.

The only thing they asked when Maria Diaz was killed was her body to be buried in a marked grave. Sadly for Rosa Li Huang, she is being raised as an assassin not knowing who her mother and father are.

I take a deep breath looking at the files of all the information we got on the Russian, Chinese, and Mexican families from the rats and spies I put inside each of the mafias.

I palm my forehead at all the information I found about the Mafia's that are working with the Mexican Mafia. I have had hardly any sleep trying to find things to take them down. It does not help that since I had a beautiful woman in my bed all I can think about is her.

Since dropping her off at her house two weeks ago I have picked up my phone to call her but then Sam, Brian, or Will would walk into my office telling me they found information or they found another rat or someone who has information about Declan and the three mafia's teaming up.

Today I got to talk to Brooke and I hate to admit this but my heart skipped a few beats talking to her. I feel like a pussy but she is slowly wriggling into my heart and I do not know what to make out of it.

I am impatient to see her again. I keep glancing at the clock trying to make the time go faster like an 8-year-old waiting to go home from school.

I glance at my watch again and sigh. I open my phone and hover over her contact. I press the call button and it rings 3 times before being answered.

"Hello," her beautiful voice says through the phone.

"Ciao, Bella," I purr into the phone. I hear her catch of breath before I hear screaming in the background. (Hello, Beautiful)

"I'm gonna fight 'em off, A seven-nation army couldn't hold me back," I hear getting screamed in the background. Another shout is heard.

"Riley, I swear to god stop singing the fucking song or else my fist will be lodged in the back of your throat." I assume that that was Rosalie.

"Hold on let me go to a quiet part of my house," The seductress says into the phone.

Less than 5 minutes later I hear a door close and the background noise gets muffled. "Why did you call?" Brooke asks.

"Am I not allowed to call a beautiful woman that stole my eyesight," I asked leaning back in my chair and rolling around to face the beautiful island.

"I guess you can but I am getting ready to out clubbing," she says and I hear some things getting moved.

I look down at my watch and see it is 5 o'clock on the dot. "What time are you going to the club?" I ask wondering why they are getting ready so early.

"8, why?" she asks.

"Because it is 5 o'clock and you're leaving in 3 hours?" I question with my brows creasing.

"Well, we have to do our hair and make-up, find clothes to try on, and pick the outfit we like. Let's not forget about shoes or accessories that we may need," she says like it's the most reasonable explanation.

"It takes me an hour to get dressed," I say and on the other side of the phone, she sighs dramatically.

"What are you trying to say jackass? I have to get ready unless you need something from me or are you just trying to get me annoyed?" she asks and I smile at the look on her beautiful face.

"I will pick you up at 7:30 I want to talk to you," I tell her a little nervous that she will say no.

"What could you possibly need to tell me?" she asks annoyed.

"Allow me to pick you up and you can find out," I tell her with a smirk even though she can not see me.

"Fine, M I will see you at 7:30 but if you're not here on the dot then you can kiss my ass good by," she threatens but little does she know that her words gave me a hard-on at just thinking about her thick ass.

"Bella, I would love to kiss you ass," I tell her.

"Well... I need to go and finish getting ready. Goodbye," she says quickly and hangs up the phone. I chuckle at her flusterdness.

I turn around and see Sam and Will smirking at me. My chuckling dies off and I glare at both of their expressions.

"So you and Brooke," Sam says suggestively.

"Sam, watch it," I warn. I turn my attention to Will. "What did you get for me?" I ask him

"Mr. Wilbert was found 15 minutes ago packing a blue van for a supposedly family vacation. We captured right before he took off with his two children and husband," Will Reported.

"Is her on his way?" I ask standing up and adjusting my suit.

"He is downstairs getting set up as we speak," Will confirmed.

"Let's get information," I say leading them out of my office and to the elevator.

As soon as the doors open to the cell Wilbert is locked up in Wilbert's slightly bruised face meets my emotionless eyes.

"Wilbert, how are the husband and children?" I ask him pulling my pants up slightly before seating myself in the chair in front of his tied-up form.

"Mason Morelli just get it over with," he breathes.

"Can not ask a friend how his family is?" I ask him with a smirk.

"We are not friends. I give my drugs to sell and trade that's it nothing more nothing less do not pretend that you care about my family," he hisses.

"Watch it you are in my sanctuary, my kingdom I can kill you in the most painful way possible," I tell him.

He gulps looking around the room nervously. "I heard you sold some drugs to Declan Diaz," I tell him and his eyes shoot to mine. Fear and guilt are evident in his eyes and slowly hate sneaks its way in there. "You sold drugs to an enemy for what?" I question standing up and walking to the table with different weapons and contraptions. "Was it money? Free passage? Safety?" I ask picking up a pair of pliers. "Protection for your family away from a monster who can make your kids orphans?" I ask turning towards him with a raised eyebrow.

"Well," I hiss coming towards him until I stand right in front of him.

"H-he p-promised to give my children the protection away from you," he whimpers. I click my tung at him.

"Do you know what that makes you Wilbert Henderson?" I ask him with deadly calm. He flinches at my voice. "It makes you a traitor and traitors are dead as soon as I find out they betrayed my gang and my father's mafia soon to be mine," I tell him before placing the plier under his nail and push down before ripping it out.

His scream bounces off the concrete walls. I move onto the next and the next before he has no more fingernails and toenails. I place the pliers back onto the table and grab a meat tenderizer. I go back to the sobbing man and before he can react I slam the tenderizer on his hand. The cracking of a bone makes it more my ears and I smirk at the poor man. I go the next hand and do the same before going to his knees and smashing them in and then to his feet.

He is a bloody mess and barely conscious. "You betrayed your friends and comrades but you betrayed me," I growl before taking the butcher knife and swinging it into his head. Blood splatters on my gray suit and white dress shirt underneath. His head rolls across the room before stopping in front of Sam.

"Eww gross, why did it have to stop in front of me," he squeals jumping away from the body and bumping into an annoyed Brian.

I ignore him and go to the door. "Brian gets someone to clean this up, Will make sure to tell Wilbert's family about his death and give them 15 thousand as condolence money, and Sam stop being a wimp and help the others clean up. After all, that is done meet me at fire and ice at 8," I order them before leaving the room.

I get into my orange Ferrari and get a rag from the back seat and wipe the blood off my hands and face. I look at the clock and my heartbeat palpitates at the thought of seeing Brooke in an hour.

I drive off towards my house to change out of these bloody clothes but the only thing on my mind is seeing the beautiful woman that brightens up my day.