"What am I doing?" I cursed myself getting out of my room. Hazel was sleeping in the room while I was struggling to figure out what am I doing exactly.

I shouldn't get close to her in the end we'll have to get a divorce after a year. After Simon will sort everything, I have to divorce her.

I shouldn't get this close to her.

I have never allowed anyone in my study but today I myself took her to that room and on top of that I told her she can go there whenever she feels like.

This is too much.

I was about to go to the study when my phone rang I looked at the id, it was Christopher, that made me roll my eyes.

Not again.

"Yeah." I answered.

"There has been a problem." He said.

"I can perfectly say that there has been some problem that's why you called. I don't think we are that close where you would call me to ask 'how I am'."

"I am serious Rafael. There has been some serious problem."

"What is it, Christopher?"

"One of our men died again. Someone murdered him and I am sure it's Vincent again."

I scratched my temple with one hand.

I am really tired of listening this shit every time.

"I think he is going to kill Hazel too." When I didn't reply he asked completely irritated. "Are you even listening?"

"Come to my office tomorrow then we can talk." I replied.

"But-"

I hung up with that and dialled someone who can at least help me instead of crying over the same thing all the time.

"Rafael Martinez." Came a cheerful voice from the other side.

"I called because I need your help."

He chuckled "And why would Rafael Martinez need my help?"

"You are the only one who can get me out of this mess now."

"What do you want?"

"Vincent." Was all I said.

"How do you know him?"

"Can we meet? I'll tell you everything."

"Where?"

"My office will be fine?"

"I think that can work."

"See you tomorrow then." Saying that I hung up.

In the morning again I couldn't finish my breakfast because of Dad, he kept commenting on how rude I was to Hazel that day and Hazel, she was just enjoying it giggling like a child. So I left again not finishing my breakfast to avoid all his comments.

I was working in my office when there was a knock on the door, I looked up to find Christopher making his way inside. He looked really angry but I don't think I give a damn about him. I focused back on my laptop.

"We need to talk Rafael."

I didn't look at him but said "Have a seat."

"Hazel is in danger Rafael!" he yelled.

I looked up from my laptop "It's been a month now I am hearing that from you all and trust me, I am fucking tired of it so calm down and have a seat."

"Calm down? You are asking me to calm down when our men are dying?"

"I never asked your men to join the mafia neither did I ask you to work for Simon and my job is to protect Hazel not everyone of you."

"So are you doing your job?"

I smiled "I think better than you. So just have a seat."

He rolled his eyes and sat on the chair in front of me while I focused back on my laptop doing my work. I could see him getting irritated while waiting. Few minutes later the one man entered the room for whom I have been waiting, seeing him Christopher instantly got up from his seat.

"What is he doing here?" He asked.

"You have any better suggestion?" he remained quiet "Just sit down."

I saw the man smirking looking at me he made his way towards me and took a seat in front of me, beside Christopher. I closed my laptop and focused on him.

"Now will you tell me in what does Rafael Martinez need my help?"

"I want to know everything you have about Vincent." I said.

"Why do you think I know anything about him?"

I smiled "Don't you think that it's pretty simple to figure out. There have been 20 murders in the city, actually 21 exactly after yesterday. Is it so hard to predict that they will keep their best Officer in the case, am I wrong Officer Kennedy?"

"Impressive."

"Thank you. Now can you tell me everything you know about Vincent?"

"Why would I help a mafia?" He said turning his gaze to Christopher.

"I'll tell you everything I know and in return you will tell me everything." I said.

"Why do you want to know about Vincent and I can't understand one thing why the hell are you getting involved in this?"

"Recently I got married and the girl I married is Simon's sister. I have to save her. They are targeting her she was attacked thrice. I don't really care about Simon's men or him, all I care about is my wife."

"You knew Simon is in the mafia then why did you marry her?"

"Vincent killed Olivia." I replied.

"Don't tell me you are getting involved in this for her?"

I didn't move my gaze from him.

"You are just getting yourself in trouble, Rafael."

I didn't reply.

Taking a deep breath he started "We know very less about him but I'll tell you everything. See if it helps."

I nodded listening to him.

"Vincent is the son of one of the mafia leaders whom Simon Cameron killed 10 years ago. So now he is back to take his revenge."

"I know this much. What else do you know?"

He took out something from his coat, it was a file. He extended it towards me.

"We have this picture of him. This didn't do any help to me, see if it can help you, his face is not even visible."

I scanned the picture carefully, there was something that caught my attention. There was a small tattoo in the black outfit man's hand.

"This tattoo?" I asked my eyes still fixed on it.

"Do you recognise it?" Kennedy asked impatiently.

I closed my eyes trying to remember where I have seen this tattoo before, it looks really familiar. Then it struck me "Connor."

"What?"

I looked at Kennedy "Can you keep an eye on this man?" I said showing him the picture of Connor and Hazel in a café that Hazel's bodyguard sent me.

"Who's this?" He asked.

"His name is Connor Campbell. There is some relation between him and Vincent and the tattoo thing, he has the same tattoo as in the picture."

"Are you doubting that he is Vincent?"

"I can't say surely. But he has been stalking my wife for a long time now."

Kennedy got up from his seat "I'll look into it." I too got up and shook hands with him.

He left my office.

I looked at Christopher "I hope now you can calm your ass down."

He threw me a death glare.

"Now you can leave. I have work to do." I said sitting back on my seat switching my laptop on, Christopher got up from his seat.

"Do whatever you are doing, but do it quick." Saying that he left the room.

I rolled my eyes.

When I returned home, I found my wife again in the kitchen this time trying to do something with the packet of flour. I stared at her trying to figure out what on Earth was she doing that too at this time.

In frustration she pulled the packet so hard that this time the whole flour fell on her and also on the floor.

Christ! This girl!

She pouted making a sad face. I chuckled and made my way inside the kitchen "What are you trying to do?" I asked.

She looked at me then again pouted "I always mess things up. I was trying to make some cookies but fucked up again."

I nodded then went closer to her "You know, a little help from the maids wouldn't cause you any harm."

Taking a towel, I pulled her closer to me and started wiping her face clearing the flour from her face. She closed her eyes tightly and I continued wiping her face gently. While wiping my eyes landed on her lips, I tried to stop myself from staring at her lips but she was continuously opening her lips a little, licking them again closing them, or pouting, distracting me with those actions, making it hard for me to not stare at those pink plump lips. My hands stopped wiping her face automatically, she licked her lips once again clueless of what I was thinking to do with her lips. I felt my heart beating rapidly, slowly I traced my thumb over her lower lips. I didn't realize when my face went so close to her that the next moment I was about to kiss her when she opened her eyes pulling her face back a little.

"W-What are you doing?" She asked looking surprised.

Once my eyes fell on hers, I found her staring at me with those innocent eyes.

Fuck!

I cleared my throat moving away from her.

What the hell was I doing? Instead of staying away from her I was staring at her lips, trying to kiss them. I have to stay away from her in the end she'll divorce me.

"Do you feel them too?" She asked staring at me with hope filled in her eyes. I looked at her with my brows furrowed asking her what. "The butterflies when you come close to me. Do you feel them too?"

No Hazel. You can't love me and I can't love you.

I was about to leave when she asked "Who's Olivia?"

And at that name I froze.

"What? How did you know about Olivia?" I asked trying to stay calm.

"I went to your study to search for books there I-I saw a letter of her that she wrote to you. I mean it's pretty clear she loves from the letter, but do you too?"

"It's none of your business what I feel and what I do not."

She looked down struggling with her thoughts "But who is she?"

"You don't have to know anything about her." This time I did sound irritated, once I closed my eyes and calmed myself down then spoke"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you. Just please don't touch my personal stuffs."

She nodded but she did look sad and the cause of her sadness, it was me.

"If you want, I can help you." I tried to release the awkwardness.

She chuckled making me confuse

"What is so funny?"

"You can't even switch on the knob of the stove and you are offering help? No thanks I don't want to make my job more difficult."

"You know that's really rude."

She shrugged "But that's the truth. But yeah you can do me a favour."

"And what's that?"

"I would need someone to taste the cookies and praise me, you can do that."

I rolled my eyes "Fine then I am going to my room."

She giggled.

I made my way inside the room I had the keys to that room where that asshole was supposed to be. When I entered the room, I saw him sleeping beside a naked girl.

I smirked and took a seat on the couch asking my men to wake up the naked man lying on the bed. Pouring a drink for myself in a glass, I leaned back on the couch but something caught my eyes. A card kept on the table in front of me.

I took the card in my hand.

'2' and at the back it was 'V'

So he didn't take my threatening seriously. And now he is gonna pay for it.

Poor naked Aaron.

My men gave the girl the money as per the deal we made and she left the room, they poured cold water from the bucket on Aaron.

"What the-" he stopped as soon as he looked around the room.

"Hey Aaron." I said giving him a smile.

"W-Who are you?" He asked totally scared.

"Heard of Vincent?"

He got up from the bed and was about to run but of course he failed. There were almost five men in the room other than me how can they let him escape this easily.

Aaron fell on his knees "Please let me go. I didn't do anything." He begged but was picked up by one of the men, they started beating him.

Jesus! I love this smell! Fear.

"You should've taken my threatening seriously." I said showing him the card.

They broke the bones of his legs, his hands and his ribs he wasn't able to stand anymore while I watched it enjoying my drink.

Getting up from the couch I sat on one knee on the floor in front of his all bloody lying body.

"P-Please I-I d-didn't d-do a-anything." He begged.

"That's my job to decide." I said taking out a gun and keeping it on the floor beside him. Then I took out my brass knuckles and wore them.

Clutching on his hair I made him look up at me and punched him on the face, he yelled in pain and I was just enjoying it, he was barely able to keep his eyes open.

"You work for someone I don't like at all." Saying that I punched him again on the face.

"You also did something I didn't quite like." I kept punching him again and again then left his hair harshly. He laid on the floor looking half-dead.

Picking up the gun from the floor, I pointed at him "Don't worry your father and your brother are gonna join you soon in hell."

With that I shot him in the head.

I got up from the floor and ordered "Clean this place and send the body to Christopher."

I smirked staring at his dead body.

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