Beg Harder by Artemis Dianne (web based ebook reader TXT) 📕

CHARLES

The Belle sister, as I've come to know that alias. Now it's only a matter of time before Baby's sister will come for her. I need to find her first before she can take my girl away from me.

My idiot brother is so desperate that he will hire anyone without conducting his own background checks in order to get ahead. How the hell did Peter not know that these retrievers were under Madonna?

Killing Madonna will create a fresh tempest; she is successful not just because of her skills, but also because of the lowlifes she has aided throughout her miserable life. This needs a load of planning for advance damage control before the word gets out she's been murdered. I swiped a command to activate a team and begin silencing anyone associated with Madonna.

A true headache Madonna was, once she had crossed. I looked at her corpse, laying on a metal bed, ready for cremation. As soon as I walked away, I could hear them locking her body up to be turned into ashes. I'm sure Baby would appreciate having her favorite aunt turned into a diamond.

 

Such a waste of a talent. Madonna could have been more powerful, but she chose to be independent, taking measly jobs for lowlife underworld agencies. I wouldn't be surprised if it takes longer to find Baby's sister now that Astor is almost certainly out there helping her.

 

Now that Madonna is out of the way, I have nothing to worry about keeping Baby in my hold. I didn't expect her to turn out to be the only flaw in this game of war.

 

Vunerability.

 

This is one feature that I've worked hard to avoid for many years. I would never put my position on the line in such a delicate situation. The same can be said about risk; I've never gambled on a losing horse, but being away from Baby has made me realize that things might be different; I've developed an inexplicable connection to her, and whatever is mine is mine. I will annihilate anybody who attempts to take her away from me. I'm confident that, as my brother has shown, all of my other enemies will now seek her out and use her to their advantage.
 

I knew Peter had planted a mole because how else would he know about my feelings for Baby? Why did I ever give in to our father's pressure to make a blood agreement with my mother not to murder Peter? Even after they are both dead, they manage to protect their favorite son. It would have been easier to swallow If I was adopted. 

As the chopper approaches my parent's castle, I look down at the beautiful long stretch of the green front lawn, where Peter chooses to show that he is the loved son. The lovely foliage has been splattered with blood, and it will soon become black as I intend to burn it to the ground.

It landed in front of the huge door, but not before tearing down whatever façade was in the way of the helicopter landing. I walked in and right away this place gave me an unwanted nostalgic feeling. It pleases me to see all the blonde employees on the ground lifeless.  These bastards aided my damn brother worshiping him.  It's time that I make a sample of them so now people will be scared to even work for him.  

 

I get into one of the electric cars that have been waiting for me along with the rest of the one hundred men on stand-by; this place is so large that walking to the opposite side would take hours. Our grandparents certainly know how to live the high life, acquiring everything that screams luxury. 

I get a beep indicating I have a call, I quickly air swipe seeing that it's from my assistant Rich. 

"Hello Charles welcome, we were not expecting you to come to the site, anyway we have Peter cornered in the master's bedroom." Rich happily informs me.

"Good job Rich, I'm on my way," I say quickly swiping to hang up the call.  

It didn't take long for me to reach the master's bedroom, where I discovered that the door had been blasted down and turned into ashes. I immediately see Peter sitting comfortably and gazing out the big window, sipping his favorite scotch. 

I sighed as I went in further, looking around and remembering my parents, and this whole room is still exactly the same. Everything breaks my heart to see it destroyed, but as our dad used to say, all things must come to an end. What an overused cliché.

I've always wondered why he's so hooked on blondes when I find blonde twins dead on the bed. I air-swiped a command and immediately all my men went out of the door to wait for my next command. 

"Ohh Charles what have you done to our Parent's house? I didn't think you would actually do it." Peter says still facing the window, taking sips on his glass. 

"Always assuming, Peter. So where is she?" I say while I pour myself a drink, taking a sit in front of him.

"I gave her to Brenda and you're welcome that I didn't kill her like how you killed my twins," Peter says clinking my glass with his.

"I happen to know those aren't the real clones, when I do find them I will surely kill them in front of you next time, stop with your games brother." Clinking his glass back making sure I do it hard to break the rim of his glass.

"I was close to tasting her but decided not to as she would've been addicted to me, you should hurry up. Who knows if Baby is still SIMPLY alive." Peter says these words as he knows perfectly how to get me. 

"The only reason why you're alive is because you got rid of Madonna coincidentally, I will give you a pass but brother messing with me is another thing." I got up, leaving the glass behind, and walked away from him. 

I hear Peter in the back screaming his little speech about revenge, for my men start to burn our ancestral home. I'm not worried about this place, with the amount of money Peter has, he can easily build this place brick by brick. Knowing his style he'll come up with something to steal from me again.