|WARNING‼️ SLIGHT VIOLENCE! THERE WILL PROBABLY ALWAYS BE A WARNING WHEN IT'S ZHAYNE'S POINT OF VIEW BECAUSE THE MAN IS OUT OF HIS RIGHT MIND|

"Clean this shit up." I ordered my men, stepping over about 3 lifeless pieces of dog shit as I made my way out of the room. Fuck. I'm so fucking irritated right now. I'd just changed out of my other suit which had gotten soaked by blood, only to have my new one be in the same condition because people decide they want to fucking be bold all of a sudden.

I sighed, trying to repress my violent thoughts increasing in number as I exited the VIP room and began to head toward the back doors so I could return to Angel. If there was one thing I feel like can calm me down a little bit, it would be him.

Just as I was about to push the door open to the parking lot, I was stopped by a man's voice frantically shouting my name over and over again. My lips tightened and my nostrils flared in anger at the mere sound of it. What is the problem now?

I turned around and faced the person who dared even speak to me in such a fucking way. Since I'm already on edge, I was getting ready to murder them without even thinking. But I stopped myself from doing so when I recognized the man as one of the guards who I commanded to watch Angel.

My hands clenched into fists as my eyes bore into his. The man shrieked in terror, holding his arms out and backing up as if telling me to wait a minute and let him explain himself. Of course, I don't want to hear it because it'll be nothing but fucking bullshit.

There is no reason for him to be in here. I specifically told him that his job was to watch Angel and to not go anywhere else. So he should be nowhere near here. He should have his eyes practically glued on Angel right this moment.

My left eye started to twitch as I reached to my side, brushing my fingers against my gun which I had tucked in my pants there. He got the gist immediately. But before he could say anything I grabbed a fistful of his thinning hair and slammed him onto the floor, watching as he wailed in pain at the contact.

I sat on his chest, gazing at his fearful figure. I could feel his body trembling beneath me as I leaned closer to him. His eyes glistened with tears as they locked with mine. I grabbed his chin, keeping his head angled straight at me. "Derrick...Why the fuck are you in here?" I asked him simply, stroking my gun which I was itching to shoot. I was so fucking ready to send a thousand bullets flying through his body. "You have 5 seconds. Start fuckin' talking."

He let out a loud cry as I began to count. I'm not on any games if that's what he thinks. Right now he's 3 seconds away from losing his life. "B-b-boss h-ave mercy on me p-please I-" I took my gun out and hit him on the side of his head with it full force. I want answers, not pleading.

I cocked the gun, pointing the barrel to his neck. "I'm going to give you one more chance to answer me. And if you don't obey me I will fuckin' end your life. I will not be quick with it either." Tears streamed down his face as he opened up his mouth to speak. I turned my head to the side and leaned closer so that my ear was visible, letting him know I'm waiting for him to talk.

"I-I'm sorry b-boss..the boy h-he asked me to u-use the restroom so I-I took him. I waited outside the door for him to c-come out but he never did. H-he'd locked it and escaped somehow...I didn't know until I'd broken the door down t-to get him." My blood turned to ice at the word 'escaped'. "I-I'm truly sorry boss p-p-please forgive me!"

I didn't do anything for a minute. I just sat and let his words repeat in my head over and over again... 'he escaped somehow'...Slowly, I turned my head back around to face him and I pulled my gun away from his neck. Then, I calmly stood up.

"Get up." I said, looking down at him as I put my gun back in it's original place. Derrick stayed in place on the floor for a moment, gazing at me with wide eyes like he couldn't believe what he was hearing. I really don't need this shit. I stood patiently, waiting for him to stand as well.

He dusted himself off and got up, eyeing me cautiously while apologizing profusely. I only stared down at him, not caring for the bullshit he's talking. "Why are you so far away? I won't kill you, you can come a little closer." I said, leaning against the wall right beside a window.

Derrick visibly gulped but nodded, muttering a small 'yes boss' as he did what he was told and came closer to me, looking a whole lot more confident than he was not even a few mere seconds ago. My lips pursed at that. He shouldn't be at ease right now.

I stood still for a while, just looking at him for a bit, waiting for him to say something else. It took a minute. He kept eye contact with me, looking like he was expecting me to give my next command but it never came. Eventually he did, though.

As soon as I saw him open his mouth I grabbed him by his head and slammed it into the window one good time. The impact of his head hitting the glass had left a huge circular shape with thousands of cracks in them, mixed with some of his blood.

That wasn't enough satisfy me so I gripped his bloody head in my hand tighter and slammed it into the window again, this time it managed to go all the way through, shattering the glass around it and causing a new hole to form. I watched as he struggled and let out a blood curdling scream, begging for me to pull him out.

Tearing a piece of glass that got stuck in my arm out of me with ease, I took my gun out once more and fired two shots at the back of both of his knees so that he couldn't move any longer.

Fucker.

I hardly could bring myself to pay attention to the screams and chaos that followed after. I only slightly heard the sounds of people screaming and running for their lives. Pathetic little bitches. I drowned out the loud noise surrounding me and focused solely on the trembling and bleeding figure of the piece of shit who let Angel get away. Fucking idiot. And if he thinks I'm done he's got another thing coming. I'm far from finished.

I called one of my multiple men who were standing by, over. I watched him approach me from the corner of my eye immediately, waiting for my command. With my eyes still planted on Derrick, I said, "Take him to the warehouse, along with everyone else I had in charge of watching over Angel. Make sure they're tied up and ready when I arrive. I expect everything to be prepared for me. If not you will join them. Go."

"Yes boss." And he was on his way. My other men gathered around Derrick to help remove him. I resisted the urge to lodge his head even further through the glass but I'm afraid that would kill him too quickly. For allowing Angel to get away, he doesn't deserve a quick death. No one who crosses me deserves a quick death.

Without another word I walked away from the messy scene and made my way to my car, only thinking of Angel. When I got in I shut the door behind me and wasted no time driving off. My mind is already being flooded with thoughts of what I will do to him when I have him back.

I'm fucking pissed. Even after I warned him not to fucking run away he goes and does exactly that? What the fuck does he take me for? Apparently I'm not doing what I should if people still think it's okay to fucking play in my fucking face...since when did everyone decide, hey! Let's go fuck with Zhayne today?!

I have idiots messing with my money and having the nerve to send some fucking rats on my fucking property as if they'd save the day for him. Then on top of that, this stupid fuck decided to let Angel's sneaky ass run off.

I'm definitely not being nice anymore. I'm done. It's gotten me nowhere. Angel had it so good. If it was just anyone, I would have done so much worse to them the first time they ran away from me. But Angel? I went easy on him when I really could have ended his life right then and there like I would've done without hesitation in any other case with someone else.

It's clear he doesn't want me to be nice, though. So I will up my game. And the living god himself knows I have no trouble at all whatsoever doing that. I told him, he always has a choice and I stand by that. But I also said that if his choices put me at a ...did I not?

This is strike fucking two. Which means I will do worse to him than I did the first time. This will continue every time he fucks up. So if Angel wants to keep fucking with me until he eventually brings out the worst in me, then I will give him what the fuck he asked me for and whatever I end up doing to him I won't regret nor feel bad for. He should have known better.

I could feel my anger intensifying as I sped even faster down the nearly empty highway. I want...no...I need to kill someone else.... My anger is spiraling out of control. I haven't shed enough blood to make it go away yet.

I started to take deep breaths, trying to prevent myself from doing something irrational. I need to think right now. Now is not the time to let my anger and immense thirst for killing win me over. I need to focus on what I'm going to do about Angel and how the fuck he managed to get away.

My finger tapped the wheel as I thought the entire situation over logically. So Angel had asked Derrick to take him to the restroom, and so he went. Derrick stood outside the door and waited for him to finish but he never came out, instead he'd locked the door to prevent Derrick from coming in. I'm guessing he did that so he could climb out of the window while Derrick couldn't enter. Derrick's dumb ass probably didn't realize he was gone and busted in when it was already too late, which means Angel could be anywhere right now.

But where the hell could he have gone? This shit doesn't make any sense. Angel doesn't have a car, so he can't drive anywhere. He's not currently employed so he can't pay to get on some sort of public transportation. And certainly he's not stupid enough to go home because I know where he lives. That would be suicide. Is he just fucking wandering around with nowhere to go? I trailed off for a moment and bit my lip, thinking even more. It just doesn't seem right. He couldn't have just ran without thinking of some sort of plan beforehand...

He must have had some help. I just fucking know he did. Angel could have gone out alone. He probably wouldn't even know what the fuck to do. But who could he have gotten help from? Angel doesn't talk to anyone as far as I know, so he-

Hold on.

I found myself pulling off to the side of the highway and parking. I turned my car off and sat back in my seat as I came to a sudden realization. Narrowing my eyes I thought; Angel had been talking to someone. That someone just so happens to be Nasir, my employee.

I'm not sure how long they've known each other for, but I know they talk. I distinctly recall seeing Nasir interacting with Angel for the first time at the club on Friday, when Angel came. I know that because when I told Angel I wanted to see him the next day and sent him off, I watched him through the surveillance cameras the moment he turned that corner down that hallway and left my sight.

I observed as they talked and left together. Of course I was fucking pissed. I wanted to leave the room to go and choke the shit out of Nasir until his eyes popped out of his fucking sockets. But then, I hadn't claimed Angel belonged to me just yet so I felt like it wouldn't really be right for me to do so...

Not only was I fuming because they left together. But Angel decided he didn't want to show up the next day because he was out doing some other shit that Nasir got him into. Had the nerve to come up in my fucking club with marks someone else left on him. That little...

I felt my anger spiking again.

If Nasir is the one who helped Angel, then that will be the last fucking straw and I mean it. I've been too nice to him when I should have offed his ass a long time ago for being a nosy fuck. I was nice and only resulted to keeping an eye on him to make sure he doesn't say anything he's not supposed to, but really I regret that now.

I swear to fucking god. If he is the reason Angel is gone, I'm going to fuck him up worse than I've ever done someone else...see...This shit right here is fucking insane. I've not known this boy for a full week but I'm already willing to cause a massacre just to keep him. I'm not ashamed, though. I don't care. I want him, I will have him. It is as simple as that. And like I've made clear before, I don't give a fuck who I have to kill to get my way with him, I will succeed. I am a man of my word...

Licking my lips I started up my car again and sped off down the road, taking out the GPS that I had connected to the tracker I had put in Angel's phone. I turned the device on and gazed at the screen briefly as I drove. I raised a brow when I indeed saw the familiar red dot appear on the screen. He actually wasn't too far from me, it literally says he's about 2 to 3 minutes away. But it wasn't moving at all.

That's fucking weird.

I kept driving and looked around at the other cars around me, even glancing in them through the windows for a second to see if I saw anyone that remotely resembled Angel. I got nothing. This continued for about another minute and a half before the device started to make a loud alarm-like noise, letting me know that I have reached what I was looking for.

I looked out the window and pulled over to the side of the highway yet again and parked my car, shutting the door behind me. I don't see any other parked vehicles, nor do I see anyone standing around. There's only flat land on both sides of the road meaning I could see far out.

Nothing.

For a moment I started to question if the device was accurate or not, then I felt my anger worsen yet again at the possibility of getting no fucking answers. But I'd soon saw something light up in the grass from the corner of my eye, immediately catching my attention.

I put the gps back in my pocket and followed in the direction of the glowing object. When I reached what I was looking for, I recognized that it was indeed Angel's phone. Judging by the fact that it's been cracked and it's in the middle of nowhere on the side of the highway, it was thrown. Hm. He must have figured out I was tracking him, somehow. Smart boy.

Even so, it's a good thing that I'm always two steps ahead. Humming in thought, I picked it up and gazed at the cracked screen, seeing that Angel's Mother's contact was still pulled up. I looked at the time when he'd called her and it said around 9:23 which was 6 minutes ago.

I couldn't even bring myself to give a fuck about what he called her for. There is nothing she can do for him. I guess it's cute if he thought that was the case though. I'd kill her if she even tried to come between Angel and I. I wouldn't give two shits about how he'd take it either.

I exited out of her contact and pulled up his recent call logs. And immediately what I saw had proved to me that I was right from the start. My jaw clenched as I clicked on Nasir's contact and looked at the time they last spoke, which was 20 minutes ago. That was around the time I'd found out he ran away...I gripped the phone tightly in my hand, causing it to crack some more. I stood still, tensed up, feeling my blood boil beyond my control.

My hands were shaking, thirsting for the blood of Nasir to be smeared all over them. Words could not describe how badly I want to fuck him up. I already see myself planning how I would carefully detach each limb from his body.

I took a deep breath, dropping the useless device on the ground and got back in my car, speeding off...I fucking knew it. Angel is with him.

I should have killed him. I should have killed him. I should have killed him.

I can almost barely focus on the road ahead. My anger was so fucking strong that it kept me from being able to focus on anything else but those violent thoughts that keep replaying like a movie in my head, over and over again.

The only thing I could picture right now is the life slowly disappearing from Nasir's eyes as I torture him in the most foul ways possible. I had so many sick ideas running through my head that I should be alarmed. But I'm not. Since this happens all the time, I'm very used to it. The thought of killing someone who crosses me excites me.

I don't kill for no reason, contrary to popular belief. I always have one. The reason for me taking so many lives is because people think it's okay to try me. I don't know why, or who possibly made them think that they can roam this earth alive without paying for fucking with me. But they are mistaken. No one gets away from me. When I'm on your ass. I'm on your ass. That's that and there's nothing else to it. If my goal is to kill you, then I will fucking kill you.

I've made it clear so many times that I am not the one to fuck with. But clearly that message hadn't gotten through to anyone the way it should, lately. It seems as if everyone has forgotten who the fuck is in charge and who I am.

Nothing pisses me off more than that.

Don't ever think it is okay to forget that I hold all the power. No one should even think about doing something that would go against my commands, because the only thing they end up is dead. The moment you fuck up with me is the moment your life is in my hands, and my hands only.

And Nasir did just that. Which honestly perplexed the fuck out of me. He knows I keep an eye on him, he knows I have my men following him everywhere he goes, so why did he think he'd suddenly get away successfully? On top of that, the only thing he did was drag Angel down with him because trust me, I'm fucking his ass up too. Then I'm going to make him watch me take Nasir's life.

This whole situation was pure foolishness and could have been prevented. But, then again. Not everyone can be smart. Neither does everyone know who they are up against in certain things. Unfortunately for Nasir and Angel, they just so happened to pick the wrong battle with the I'm always a step ahead no matter what my opponent may have planned.

Even though I was still mad, I felt the corner of my mouth twitch up just a little bit. I will be avenged when I have these two right where I want them. And god knows I'm looking forward to that moment.

Well, since I have people following Nasir everywhere he goes...I already have them where I want them. That's why I don't feel obligated to chase after them right this second. I have the upper hand. They just don't know it yet.

Speaking of, I need to check in with the main man I have in charge of keeping tabs on Nasir. I took my phone out and dialed his number immediately. He picked up as soon as I called, barely giving the phone any time to ring. "Where is Nasir right now, Dimitri?" I asked him just as I pulled up to my destination, which was Angel's house. I got out of my car when I parked in his driveway and closed the door behind me, locking the vehicle.

I walked up to his front door and took out a spare key which I had duplicated from Angel's and made just for me so that I could have access to his home whenever I'd like. I unlocked it and let myself in.