My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Clemson’s POV

I walked into an exquisite underground parking lot after I had parked my car, and then I strode into the mansion, getting right into a dusky study room that reeked of nothing but frostiness and muskiness, only to discern a midlife man, smothering and vaporizing churchwarden pipe, as the puffs simultaneously aired up.

He titled his head towards me and exhaled deeply.

“You finally came”, He muttered wearily.

“You asked to see me”, I uttered with a look of disgust on my face.

“Yes, grab a seat”, he instructed pointing at an empty chair adjacent to him.

I narrowed in dissatisfaction, I mean I seldom visit this man.

“Hit the nail, and stop waffling, I got no time to scuttle”, I mumbled, while he kept puffing the churchwarden pipe.

“Your mom, how is she?” He retorted puffing more smoke.

“None of your damn business.” I blurted a reply with an anger filled heart.

He smiled sadly.

“You are still the little stubborn Clems I used to know”, he said and tilted his head to the left, “anyways, fortnight ago, a strange guy hunted me down amd bombed down my two mansions”, he reported.

I could tell he was so angry and peeved as he gave the reports.

“You don’t need to say too lengthy, it was all over the news”, I mumbled.

“I need your assistance”, he rephrased.

“I’m sorry. I can’t be of any help right now, I believe whatever happened was ignited by you”, I muttered and got up, then began making my way out of the room.

“Come back here Clems, you can’t desert me just like that, not now”, he said, shouting at the top of his voice, but I paid deaf ears and continued leaving until I got out, briskly walked to my car and sped off.

Author’s POV

A lot of Greg’s men circulated around the torture room as he set to trial an Australian man who was caught spying on his warehouse.

“Are you ready to talk now?” He questioned him.

The Australian man rolled his eyes and inhaled sharply.

“No! I won’t divulge my master”, he blurted crossing his heart.

A small smile played on Greg’s lips, and instantly, it was replaced by a killing intent aura and he glanced at the well polished mahogany desk situated at the center of the room.

“Bite the desk”, was the only order Greg gave with an impassive face.

Everyone held their breath in horror and anticipation, like someone watching a horror movie.

The Australian man, whose body was flaming hot due to the pain inflicted on him by Greg and his men earlier on, did as he was told.

No matter how hard he tried to appear tough, just one word from the beast sitted right in front of him sent shivers down his spine.

“I am so sorry, please don’t kill me”, the man’s face turned so pitifully that some of Greg’s men were moved with compassion for him.

“I will only let you go if you say the truth”, Greg muttered.

Before the man could open his mouth to say more word, he felt something hard hit him on his head and in the next second his teeth scattered on the table, and instantly, he fainted.

Everyone was dumbstruck, their eyes and mouth wide opened, it all happened in split of seconds and the beast’s face appeared as expressionless as ever.

Greg had used his right leg to smash on his head forcing it hard on the mahogany table, and in the process the man lost his entire teeth. Blood mixed with teeth was all over the table, as he fainted.

Greg smiled roguishly, walked to the corner, picked up a dagger and walked back to the man, he squatted in front of him, and then using the dagger, he chopped his two legs off.

“Charles, do something about him”, he said indifferently as he wiped his bloody hands on the man’s cloth, then he got up and briskly walked out of the room, his escort strode after him as usual.

Gianna’s POV

I sat at the backseat of the car watching the scenario going on. Some cars were trying to double cross ours, but the two securities were damn good.

One of them wined down the glass window, and threw something outside in a rash and instantly a heavy smoke filled the whole place.

“Hurry up, so we could get out of here before the smoke dies down”, I could hear one of them say to the other, as the car speed increased.

I sat still enjoying the fast pace of the car, we got farther and farther away from the smoke until it completely got blurred, instantly we arrived at the busy highway.

“We lost them”, one of the drivers grinned happily.

I turned around and rested my back on the car seat.

“Are you okay My Lady?” They asked with concern, I only nodded at them and then took out my gun, my new little toy.

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…A Few Hours Later…

Greg’s POV

I got home only to be greeted by Gianna’s absence, so I inquired from the maids and was told she went out.

I sighed and went to her room. Gosh! I have so much missed her, I have so much missed my Gianna.

I decided to lie down on her bed and wait for her return. The instant I collapsed on the bed, I felt something cold touch my skin.

Instinctively, I quickly sat up and ran my right hand to the position where I had felt this cold thing only to see a small dagger on the bed.

Huh!

“What the heck is she doing with this?” I wondered.

“She is gradually turning into a freaky badass now huh?” I thought.

There and then, I concluded not to let her live after my lead, never! She was just too innocent for such a life.

Instantly the door opened and Gianna walked in, carrying with her so many shopping bags.

She was startled when she saw me.

“Greg?” She called.

“What are you doing in my room?” She questioned walking up to me.

I almost laughed.

“This is my house”, I roared, seeing that she was gradually getting some nerves.

“I don’t give a damn! Get the hell out of my room, I need to freshen up”, she commanded, putting down the bags.

Hmph, I got up and walked towards her.

“What are you doing?” She retorted, retracing backwards.

“I missed my pet so much”, I muttered, shrugging my shoulders.

“I haven’t forgiven you yet, so back off”, she yelled forcing me to halt on my tracks.