Isaac's POV
Ingrid was totally naïve and innocent when it came to intimacy, marital affairs, and romance. She only knew what the school talked about sex.
As for my late wife's and son's case, I was relieved that she didn't kill them even if her dad told her to. I guess she was raised by a monster, but Ingrid never had horns like her James.
She turns her head, and our upper lips touch each other. "Aahhh!" she screams. She jumps off the couch literally.
She looks surprised and shy. She groans when her forehead hits the edge of the table. I grab her waist and press my lips against her.
"Don't retaliate. You made a deal with me, right?" I whispered huskily.
She didn't move and let me kiss her. She's static and didn't respond, which irritates me. "Kiss me back," I assert firmly.
I continued kissing, and she followed what I said. Her lips were soft like jelly; they tasted like strawberry drizzled with chocolate. My right hand grabs the back of her head.
I let go of her waist and pushed the table away, then flipped her body, making her lean on the couch without breaking the kiss.
I've been abstaining from sex since my wife died two years ago. No one had ever awakened this instinct of mine.
Not even rich ladies, celebrities, or escorts from clubs who were gorgeous themselves. She pushed me a bit and took that chance to breathe heavily.
"I can't breathe," Ingrid says.
She looks flustered and embarrassed at the same time. She covers her lips while looking at me. "That's too long!" she roars.
I crack up. Her death stares switch and give me a warning. "Don't laugh at me like that—ump!" I forced a kiss again without closing my eyes, giving her a much scarier glare.
I held her face and kissed her roughly. She was trying to push me, but I've leaned my body against her softness. I'm a man and much stronger than her.
I stopped after biting her lower lip. "Don't expect that being with me was a joyous journey, my dear. I am just using you. If you ever hesitate to kill that demon, I'll kill you first, then him," I grunted madly.
Ingrid's eyes were calm yet fierce. "I don't have any plans to play dollhouse with you. As soon as I kill that ruthless man, I'll self-destruct," Ingrid whined. She pushed me and stood up.
I watch her as she leaves the room she prepared. I scoff and grab the cigarette inside my pocket and light one. I blow the smoke and smirk like a devil. "James, James…"
I look at the door. "What an interesting monster you've raised. Let's see how you will do against me. Your ace is now a puppet of mine," I growled, grinning.
I cross my legs and continue smoking. I went back into my office and continued to check the papers that Luther sent to me. He's still in Denmark, finishing the job that I told him to handle.
My phone rings. I saw Jillian's name on the screen. I swiped the answer button. "Hello, Jillian?"
"Finally! You finally answered my call! I've been calling you since I heard the news circulating in the underworld. What the hell are you doing again, Isaac?!" she screams.
I guess she heard what Ingrid did to Isaac's armory and about my arrival in that place. "What you heard isn't rumors. It's the truth," I simply replied.
"What?! Are you out of your mind?! You know how ruthless James Alberto is! You might rank higher, but that monster is the king of monsters!" Jillian says. I sighed.
"I will avenge my wife and son's death. I already told you before. I'll bring that monster on his pedestal!" I growled.
I can hear the sounds she's making on the other line. She was sighing and might be shaking her head.
"Just stop it already! She's fucking dead, and accept it!" she yells again. I punched the table as soon as I heard her statement.
"If you just call me for nonsense, don't ever call again!"
I gritted my teeth, and my jaw clenched. "I-I'm sorry. D-don't get mad at me, Isaac. I was just telling you to stop already. It's been two years since then. You will hurt yourself if you continue to draw a fight against him," Jillian remarked in a much calmer tone.
I stood up and stood in front of the window. I look at the sky. "Tomorrow is the 2nd-year death anniversary of my beloved wife and child. No matter how many years have passed, I'll never forget that day, Jillian," I assert.
"I'll avenge their death even if it costs my life. I don't care what will happen to me. I'll never forget what that bastard did. I'll never forgive him!" I roared.
I punched the window, and the glass cracked. I was about to throw my phone when Jillian spoke.
"Then you should kill her daughter! You have her, right? Then kill her! She's an asset for that devil. Do it! She's an exchange of your child's life," Jillian whined.
My eyes dilated when I heard her suggestion. I look at my reflection and scoff madly.
"Don't worry. I have no plans of letting her live. Her life in exchange for my Junior's life. She will pay for her dad's sin," I assert firmly. I drop the call and throw my phone on my desk. I close my eyes and remember that moment.
Two years ago
Luther looks at me as soon as I walk out of the conference room. His eyes give me a bad feeling. "Boss, madam, and young master were… killed," he remarked.
My eyes dilated. We both rushed on the elevator, and he gave me the phone. "What the hell is going on?!" I roar.
"Boss, the driver had sent an SOS signal, and when we arrived at the scene, the cars that escorted them exploded, and our men that were with her and the young master were all killed," he remarked.
My phone buzzes. I grabbed it and saw a message. I click the notification. "How's your wedding gift from me, Midnight? Have you enjoyed it? Don't worry. I'll send you two golden caskets…" he says, laughing like a devil.
"FUCK!"
I throw my phone and punch the wall as well as kick it. "James Alberto! I WILL KILL YOU!" I roared.