All Novel Sweet
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Yakuza’s POV
I staggered backwards a little, and my men and some other men came rushing towards the scene.
“Babe are you alright?”, my chick asked and I angrily gave her a resounding slap.
She squealed as her hands went to her cheek immediately.
“Before you approach me next time, make sure to be energetic enough”, the young man uttered airing out of the store, I watched him leave in anger.
This isn’t over yet.
“Boss! Are you okay?”, my boys questioned.
“Get me his information”, I ordered, “everything about him”, I added, clenching my fist into tight bumps.
Gianna’s POV
I was still in daze about what Greg did to me the previous night, he couldn’t even hear me out for once.
He treats me like a property and not like a fellow human being.
He is heartless!
He is ruthless!
He is a beast and a monster without human sympathy.
Well, I decided not to fight back anymore, so he could kill me with a faster speed.
What the heck was I leaving for anyways?
I know he sent me to the best of schools, provided me with the best of everything, even did things that ordinarily a man wouldn’t do for a woman but yet, I am a human, I also deserve to be treated as one.
“And as for aunt Christa, she is so gonna have it hot from me one day”, I brood, staring blankly at nowhere in particular.
“Are you okay baby?” I heard a voice but I didn’t move nor drool and he just sat mute on the bed.
Greg’s POV
I got into the bedroom only to see Gianna laying down with her shoes on the bed together with her backpack, just the same way she had returned from school, she was so deep in thought.
“Are you okay baby?”, I questioned but she didn’t utter a word.
I moved to her and gently took off her sneakers, placing them on the laundry basket.
I was about to pick up her backpack to place in the wardrobe when my phone rang.
Glancing at the caller ID, I abandoned what I was doing, or about to do and stormed out immediately.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
I got out to meet Lionel, dragging a man drenched in his own blood out of the car, he dragged him out and the man fell to the ground.
“We caught him, surveying the warehouse and also recording some videos”, Lionel thundered.
I turned to the man.
“Who sent you?”, I questioned, stamping hard on his ankle.
“Torture me all you care, but I won’t spill the beans”, he uttered weakly.
“Then be ready to die a loyal dog”, I snarled, then looked up at Lionel, “let out Bruno and Icy, it is time for them to have their lunch”, I commanded, and instantly one of my boys left for the dogs.
“Please, don’t kill me, I have a family”, I heard the man pleading and I turned to him, he had his palms joined together as he pleaded.
Ahh, I thought this was the loyal guy, why is he pleading all of a sudden? I chuckled softly.
“You should have thought about that before choosing to spy on me”, I uttered sternly.
Then Lionel came forward and began dragging him to the middle of the compound to wait for the dogs.
Taking out my gun from my sweatpant I shot him in his thigh and he let out a horrible scream.
Instantly, the two dogs came running slowly and steady towards him, their mouths wide open as they panted, sticking out their tongues.
Without a warning, these dogs pounced on the loyal man, tearing at him, and my men smiled broadly as they watched on.
Gianna’s POV
“Noooooooooo!!”, I squealed from the top floor where I stood at the window all along, with my hands cupped over my mouth as I watched in utter shock and disbelief.
I can’t believe Greg and his men could be this heartless, releasing two bulldogs on a fellow human being.
The moment I squealed out, their heads quickly snapped towards my direction, looking up.
“Gianna”, Greg called out instantly and ran into the house, taking the stairs.
“Oh my!”, I mouthed and quickly left the window, thinking of what to do next.
Greg was coming up, and I couldn’t stand him, so I ran, and hid beneath the bed, covering my mouth with my palms as the clear images of the dogs pouncing fiercely on the man, and his painful screeches kept flashing in my head.
Before I knew it, tears began welling my eyes and then flowed down, as I trembled vigorously.
“What kind of a human is Greg?”, I thought.
Jeez! He is really a beast!