11. His Achilles Heel (bwwm) Completed #Wattys2016

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"Now who has been asking questions about my whereabouts?" He said slowly looking at each and every face in the room.
Alex stood by the bar a smirk on his face as he knew trouble was indeed brewing.
"Levi," Marcellus said in a chilling tone as the said man shot out of his seat making a run for the exit.
He didn't go far though as Max and another man got ahold of him.

Removing his jacket he handed it to the manager who held a tray in his hands. Placing his Rolex and cufflinks on the tray he dismissed the man whilst rolling up his sleeves.
"I am sorry Don," Levi spat out as he was released in front of him.

"No amico mio,"  he said. (My friend)
"You have been creating chaos within the circle and you know how much I hate trouble makers, yes?" He said as he stood behind the man wrapping his arm around his neck.
"I know sir. Please it won't happen ever again."
"Yes it will Levi. That is why I need to make an example of you in front of all these other good people," he said as he tightened his grip.
"Don..sir...sir plea..." He didn't finish his plea as his neck snapped.

"One down," he said pulling out his gun as he shot two other men instantly leaving the others stunned.
"Now that I have taken out the trash shall we discuss business gentlemen," he said taking the towel to wipe off the blood that now stained his shirt and face.

"How goes the shipment of our products?" He flashed a smile at the men in the room as he settled down.
"All the cargo arrived instant. Had no encounters with any pirates thankfully," one mention.
"You better not have," Marcel mumbled he took out his phone staring at the picture of Nyasha.
He had taken this when he had taken her out to the circus once for their date. She looked beyond happy as she smiled at him.

"Have we made any profits in the clubs since last month."
"Yes Don. We took care of the hooligans who were hitting the clubs disrupting everything."
"Who sent them?"
"The Carlos brothers," he said as Marcel gave a slight nod of acknowledgement.

"Send word. If you don't have anything better to do than monitor my movements then clearly you are in the wrong business. Anyone with a problem with my actions should come talk to me. If you don't you will find yourself like Levi and his friends," he said standing up grabbing his things.

"Did you have to kill Levi he was a good informant," Alex spat.
"It had to be done. He was seen with the Carlos brothers just last week."
Alex remained silent as he now understood.

"How is Nyasha?"
"You have her number don't you. Call her and find out."
"How much did you mess up with her?" He asked with a sigh.
"Really bad," Marcel confessed.
"If I were you I would beg on my hands and knees for her forgiveness."
"I know."

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Returning back home he headed straight home not caring about the office. He had to gain her attention and he would do whatever it meant to have it.
Knocking on their bedroom door he waited for an answer but none came. He knocked once more before simply opening the door and finding her on the bed reading.

"Hi," he said taking a few more steps towards her. She didn't even glance in his direction as he sat on the bed a few feet away from her. "How are you and the baby?" He asked with a smile as her hand instinctively shot out to rub her stomach. He was glad she was listening.

"I did you wrong my love. I don't know what I must do to gain your forgiveness but this silence, me not touching you is slowly killing me. Each glare a blow to my gut, each frown a lash across my heart, each time you reject my touch a piece of me is broken. I lied to you. I know you hate lies, matter of fact you despise them.

I should have told you the truth from the start. Should have just asked you to be the mother of my child, not the foolish way I went about it. Now you are broken and it hurts to know that I broke you, the woman who unfroze my heart. The woman who brought me joy and peace.

I deserve whatever punishment you want to inflict upon me, but please my love, just say one word. One word is all I need to hear to know we might make it. That there is still hope for me to fix this. To fix us," he said as she kept her gaze on the book.

He sat staring at her before she shifted to get off the bed. He reached out to help her but stopped when she held up her hand stopping him.

Leavings the room she went towards the kitchen to grab something to eat returning back to read. He headed downstairs grabbing a bottle of vodka as he drowned his sorrows. Alex stopped by just as Marcel took out his old revolver.
"I'm gonna play Russian roulette," he slurred as he put a single bullet. "She won't speak to me so what reason do I have to live. I hurt the woman I love. The mothers of our unborn baby. I am the cause of all her pain her nightmares," he hiccuped as he placed the Burrell to his temple.

"Marcellus you need to stop this, give me the gun," Alex said as the first click went.
"Why should I live. Give me one good reason," he said drinking some more.
"Because you have a baby on the way. That baby needs a father."
"You will be there Alex. Take care of my child, promise me this," he said pulling the trigger once more.

Nyasha must have heard all the commotion as Alex looked in her direction begging her.
"Promise me Alex. There is no reason to live anymore," he said.
"What about me?"

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