"You bastard. You endangered her again!" a man's voice shouted angrily. Xavier kicked Garvin's right leg.
Garvin turned around. "Stop it. I don't want to fight with you," he replied indifferently. Garvin was clearly in a hostile mood. Even his men didn't dare say a word—one wrong move and they'd be eaten alive by him.
"Alright, alright." Xavier, seeing Garvin's fury, decided to stay quiet and not push his luck. "I've already removed the bullets from her chest. You were lucky to bring her here so quickly. If you had been a minute late—she wouldn't have made it. That wasn't an ordinary bullet, it was poisoned. The poison would've spread fast if the bullet hadn't been taken out immediately."
Garvin just nodded, his gaze still locked on the woman lying in the ICU, medical devices attached to her body.
"She'll wake up in a few days. Don't wait around for her. Just keep working like usual. I'll tell you when she wakes up."
"Don't order me around."
"If you don't like her, can I have her?" Xavier asked. "You usually offer your ex-women to me, but I always refuse. This time, I won't refuse if you give her to me."
That comment made Garvin snap. He punched Xavier in the jaw. Not stopping there, he grabbed Xavier by the collar and kneed him hard in the stomach.
"Argh!" Xavier groaned in pain on the floor. "Can't you be a little gentler with me? I'm not your punching bag!" he complained as Garvin hit him hard enough to split his lip.
Garvin looked at Xavier lazily. "Then don't piss me off."
"I didn't. There was nothing wrong with what I said."
"Want another beating?"
Xavier gave a bitter smile. Pride meant nothing when it came to Garvin. "I won't just let this go. I'll get back at you later," he muttered, walking away.
It was strange, but true—Xavier remained friends with Garvin despite his violent tendencies. Even though Garvin liked punching his friends, he was someone you could rely on. When it came to fights, he never held back.
---
Alesha Caroline.
Why wouldn't that name leave his mind? Garvin threw his files around in frustration. He should've been able to focus on his work, but his thoughts were full of the woman still lying unconscious in a hospital bed.
Garvin had even threatened to kill Xavier if he failed to wake Alesha up. Truthfully, he was worried—but he refused to admit it. He always said he was angry because he couldn't torment her anymore.
He pretended to have no feelings. Even though Alesha had risked her life to save him, Garvin saw it differently. He believed she was trying to commit suicide.
"If she really meant to save me, she could've pushed me, or hugged me to shield her vital organs. But she just took the bullets like she was ready to die."
"That's enough, Sir. You've been saying that for a week," said Christ, crouching to pick up the scattered documents. "Don't dwell on it. You can ask her directly when she wakes up."
"You think she'll tell the truth? She won't say whether she saved me or was just trying to kill herself." Garvin leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "If there's no change in her condition, I'll seriously kill Xavier."
"Shall I bring you a woman to help you relax?" Christ offered.
"Later. I don't want to dirty my parents' company."
Indeed, Garvin was currently at the company once owned by his parents, now his. A clean business, completely separate from his darker dealings.
Garvin ran two very different businesses, believing they could coexist as long as they remained on separate paths.
--
"The quality of these leaves isn't good," Garvin said, examining the leaves used for making illegal drugs. There were heaps of sacks filled with the same material.
"The farmers got scared after hearing rumors of a raid, so they harvested early. Younger leaves aren't as strong, so many were damaged in transit," Christ explained.
Garvin just nodded. "Do they know the quality's dropped?"
Christ nodded. "They don't dare lower the price, since there's no other supplier but us."
"Good." Garvin walked out of the warehouse, which was located deep in the forest—clearly chosen to avoid police raids. "Is the shipment secured?"
"Yes, Sir. It's guaranteed to reach the buyer."
"Everything's done." Garvin got into the car. "I want to rest. Don't forget to prepare a woman, too."
---
Garvin sipped his wine. "What's your name?"
"Laura," the escort replied, flashing a seductive smile. She wore nothing but bright red lingerie, her chest prominently displayed—enough to tempt any man.
"You know your job?"
She nodded and knelt in front of him. "To please you." She began her work, removing the cloth covering Garvin's weapon. Laura was an expert—her skills could make any man addicted.
Garvin closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Minutes passed. Suddenly, a loud ringtone from his phone disrupted everything. He ignored it, but it kept ringing. Annoyed, he finally grabbed it.
Laura looked up, more eager than ever.
"Who the hell is calling at a time like this?!"
"You pervert! Are you screwing someone right now?!"
Garvin pulled the phone away from his ear, but the voice on the other end could still be heard. "Ah, yes… keep going…"
"Damn it, I shouldn't have called during your horny hours."
Garvin shut his eyes, climaxing as Laura wiped her lips with a tissue. He stood up and put the phone back to his ear.
"What do you want? Say it fast, I don't have time."
"Alesha's awake!"
"Don't lie to me."
"She's right next to me. She even heard your little session. You damn hole-addict."
Garvin exhaled deeply. "Don't play with me. If she's awake, give her the phone."
"Hello, Sir. Are you done with your activities? If not, we can talk later. I'm feeling sleepy."
Instead of getting angry, Garvin smiled. It had been so long since he'd heard her voice. Relief washed over him knowing Alesha was alive.
"Who gave you permission to sleep again?"
"Xavier. He's the doctor—I'm following his advice."
"Don't listen to him."
"Then who should I listen to? Your moans?"
Garvin glared at Laura, who was hugging him from behind. He shoved her off harshly.
"Get out. Your job's done."
Laura shook her head, her hand sliding over his abs. "I haven't shown you all my tricks yet, Sir."
"Just keep doing whatever. I'm going to sl"You bastard. You endangered her again!" a man's voice shouted angrily. Xavier kicked Garvin's right leg.
Garvin turned around. "Stop it. I don't want to fight with you," he replied indifferently. Garvin was clearly in a hostile mood. Even his men didn't dare say a word—one wrong move and they'd be eaten alive by him.
"Alright, alright." Xavier, seeing Garvin's fury, decided to stay quiet and not push his luck. "I've already removed the bullets from her chest. You were lucky to bring her here so quickly. If you had been a minute late—she wouldn't have made it. That wasn't an ordinary bullet, it was poisoned. The poison would've spread fast if the bullet hadn't been taken out immediately."
Garvin just nodded, his gaze still locked on the woman lying in the ICU, medical devices attached to her body.
"She'll wake up in a few days. Don't wait around for her. Just keep working like usual. I'll tell you when she wakes up."
"Don't order me around."
"If you don't like her, can I have her?" Xavier asked. "You usually offer your ex-women to me, but I always refuse. This time, I won't refuse if you give her to me."
That comment made Garvin snap. He punched Xavier in the jaw. Not stopping there, he grabbed Xavier by the collar and kneed him hard in the stomach.
"Argh!" Xavier groaned in pain on the floor. "Can't you be a little gentler with me? I'm not your punching bag!" he complained as Garvin hit him hard enough to split his lip.
Garvin looked at Xavier lazily. "Then don't piss me off."
"I didn't. There was nothing wrong with what I said."
"Want another beating?"
Xavier gave a bitter smile. Pride meant nothing when it came to Garvin. "I won't just let this go. I'll get back at you later," he muttered, walking away.
It was strange, but true—Xavier remained friends with Garvin despite his violent tendencies. Even though Garvin liked punching his friends, he was someone you could rely on. When it came to fights, he never held back.
---
Alesha Caroline.
Why wouldn't that name leave his mind? Garvin threw his files around in frustration. He should've been able to focus on his work, but his thoughts were full of the woman still lying unconscious in a hospital bed.
Garvin had even threatened to kill Xavier if he failed to wake Alesha up. Truthfully, he was worried—but he refused to admit it. He always said he was angry because he couldn't torment her anymore.
He pretended to have no feelings. Even though Alesha had risked her life to save him, Garvin saw it differently. He believed she was trying to commit suicide.
"If she really meant to save me, she could've pushed me, or hugged me to shield her vital organs. But she just took the bullets like she was ready to die."
"That's enough, Sir. You've been saying that for a week," said Christ, crouching to pick up the scattered documents. "Don't dwell on it. You can ask her directly when she wakes up."
"You think she'll tell the truth? She won't say whether she saved me or was just trying to kill herself." Garvin leaned back in his chair, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "If there's no change in her condition, I'll seriously kill Xavier."
"Shall I bring you a woman to help you relax?" Christ offered.
"Later. I don't want to dirty my parents' company."
Indeed, Garvin was currently at the company once owned by his parents, now his. A clean business, completely separate from his darker dealings.
Garvin ran two very different businesses, believing they could coexist as long as they remained on separate paths.
--
"The quality of these leaves isn't good," Garvin said, examining the leaves used for making illegal drugs. There were heaps of sacks filled with the same material.
"The farmers got scared after hearing rumors of a raid, so they harvested early. Younger leaves aren't as strong, so many were damaged in transit," Christ explained.
Garvin just nodded. "Do they know the quality's dropped?"
Christ nodded. "They don't dare lower the price, since there's no other supplier but us."
"Good." Garvin walked out of the warehouse, which was located deep in the forest—clearly chosen to avoid police raids. "Is the shipment secured?"
"Yes, Sir. It's guaranteed to reach the buyer."
"Everything's done." Garvin got into the car. "I want to rest. Don't forget to prepare a woman, too."
---
Garvin sipped his wine. "What's your name?"
"Laura," the escort replied, flashing a seductive smile. She wore nothing but bright red lingerie, her chest prominently displayed—enough to tempt any man.
"You know your job?"
She nodded and knelt in front of him. "To please you." She began her work, removing the cloth covering Garvin's weapon. Laura was an expert—her skills could make any man addicted.
Garvin closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation. Minutes passed. Suddenly, a loud ringtone from his phone disrupted everything. He ignored it, but it kept ringing. Annoyed, he finally grabbed it.
Laura looked up, more eager than ever.
"Who the hell is calling at a time like this?!"
"You pervert! Are you screwing someone right now?!"
Garvin pulled the phone away from his ear, but the voice on the other end could still be heard. "Ah, yes… keep going…"
"Damn it, I shouldn't have called during your horny hours."
Garvin shut his eyes, climaxing as Laura wiped her lips with a tissue. He stood up and put the phone back to his ear.
"What do you want? Say it fast, I don't have time."
"Alesha's awake!"
"Don't lie to me."
"She's right next to me. She even heard your little session. You damn hole-addict."
Garvin exhaled deeply. "Don't play with me. If she's awake, give her the phone."
"Hello, Sir. Are you done with your activities? If not, we can talk later. I'm feeling sleepy."
Instead of getting angry, Garvin smiled. It had been so long since he'd heard her voice. Relief washed over him knowing Alesha was alive.
"Who gave you permission to sleep again?"
"Xavier. He's the doctor—I'm following his advice."
"Don't listen to him."
"Then who should I listen to? Your moans?"
Garvin glared at Laura, who was hugging him from behind. He shoved her off harshly.
"Get out. Your job's done."
Laura shook her head, her hand sliding over his abs. "I haven't shown you all my tricks yet, Sir."
"Just keep doing whatever. I'm going to sleep," came Alesha's voice, followed by the sound of the call ending.
"She's got some nerve," Garvin growled.
eep," came Alesha's voice, followed by the sound of the call ending.
"She's got some nerve," Garvin growled.