Dreidan's POV (Ahhh.....I've been waiting to write his POV..)
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"Mr Vaughn, Gareth signed the deal. He wants to meet you personally in two hours time." Roberto, one of my workers informed me. Actually, Roberto is the only guy in the crew I can call a buddy. Not friend. I have no friends. That asshole, Gareth. I Thought he wouldn't sign it.
"Good. Get my car. The black Lamborghini." Living the kind of life I live isn't the easiest thing on earth. Knowing I have a lot of enemies wishing to have my head being fed to their dogs for breakfast. I know going back to Italy was the best thing to do but how could I possibly leave knowing I still had to finish with the clubs. I got up and got the files I needed him to sign. I can't get 20 million dollars from him without his signature on this documents. And to think he lives far from here. I get into my car and start speeding. I don't want to be late.
Screech!!!!!
I immediately pull to a stop as I almost knocked a kid down. Fucking teenagers.
"What the hell kid? Are you outta your mind? " I yell once I step out but the person I see is not a kid. Its a damn angel. Piercing blue eyes, smooth skin, an amazing pout grazing soft looking lips on an innocent face and to top it all, she's a blonde. Fuck! I can't be admiring a kid. She seems irritated. I'm the one to be on the irritated side. She didn't look to see if a car was coming. She looks at me for a second like she's contemplating on what to say but what she does next gets me furious but worse still shocked. She sticks her tongue out and walks away. No one does that to me. No one disrespects me. And this little girl just did. But I need to be somewhere right now. I'm going to get her where she belongs. With that thought in mind, I get into my car and speed of again. I already have a picture of her in my car. Damn good Italians with their tiny cameras. I got one planted on each of my cars.
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Once I get to that asshole, Gareth's, I slam the papers in front of him. He looks at me then looks at the papers. "Sign." I command.
"Little Vaughn. I see you're growing balls in your garden every day. Well, good thing you still respect me. I'm not signing these papers though." This old freaking creep. Who does he think he is? I look at him daring him not to. "Looks don't work on me. I'm not one of those women you fück and bark at."
"Gareth Monthilvo, if you really are interested in investing in my club, you are going to sign this documents. I don't work without the signature." I tell him. He should know by now not to mess with me. This isn't a child's play kind of business.
He looks at me and takes a sip of his Bourbon. Who drinks Bourbon at 8 in the morning? "I spoke with Old Vaughn last night. And like I said, I'm not signing the documents."
"What does you and talking with my father has to do with my business? I see you aren't interested in doing business with me. I'll be waiting for a call if you change your mind." I deadpanned and stood up to leave.
"Wait for war little Vaughn. No one turns me down. I want to invest in your business but like I said, I'm not signing those documents. I'm not a fool. I know exactly what you have in those files." He barked back. I can't wait to send a bullet right through his skull.
"I'm not little, old man. Threats don't frighten me. Have a nice day Monthilvo." And with that, I left his office.
I was so furious. He made me drive all the way here for nothing. He was going to get it.
He's going down to hell.
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I drive to Adam's the next morning, I have a flight to catch to Miami this evening to talk to my father. He has no right to talk to Monthilvo. I need to get my mind of that cöcksucker. I get into the café. Small yet classy. It feels like home and I always have my peace of mind here for a certain reason. Plus they sell the best coffee in New York. I mean they import fresh coffee from Jamaica.
Then she walked to me. The little blonde from yesterday. I know she is new here. I've never seen her here. I still have to deal with her. I didn't forget my plan.
"Hi, my name is Kim____ "
I never really had time for all this friendly formalities. As much as I want to hear her beautiful soft voice, I still have to punish her for being so reckless. I could have killed her yesterday. "Save your speech, get me my coffee. Black, with just a cube of sugar."
I knew the effect I was having on her. She was dumbstruck. "Would you just do your damn job?" I asked in irritation. She mumbled a small 'sorry' and scurried off. I smirked.
So her name is Kim?
She walked back after a few minutes and stepped a little closer to place the coffee on the glass table. I inhaled her strawberry mixed with lavender smell. Fuck, thats a turn on. She stood there waiting for an acknowledgment. I looked at my watch. "You're late. You took 5 minutes, 28 seconds to make my coffee and it takes just four minutes to make it." I said in more irritation. I hate it when people waste my time and can't do their jobs properly.
She looked shocked but concealed it. I tasted my coffee and fought the urge to spit it out on her. I glared at her. What the hell? Extra sugar? In my coffee? My reactions caused her to stand still and I couldn't help it. I scolded her. Well, I don't feel pity when things aren't done to my satisfaction. I see tears forming in her eyes but I don't care. I put my usual tip and leave but as soon as I step out, I call Adam. "Fire Kim." That's all I tell him. That's her punishment. At least I'm done with her. She shouldn't even be working out of her house. A girl who can't even cross the road. Silly!
I should be proud of my success but why does it feel like I just defeated myself?
Father called me telling me he left Miami for a meeting in Greece so I couldn't go there. I'll just meet him tomorrow night.
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"You've been looking like Monthilvo beat you to death since you came. Having troubles?" Roberto chirped in.
I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair.
"Want to go clubbing, maybe watch a strip show or fuck a few women?" Roberto pushed in again. I know his trying to get me out of my sour mood but that little lady earlier. I can't get her hurtful expression out of my mind. This is a whole new feeling.
"...... Dre?"
"I think I hurt someone today." I blurted out unintentionally.
Roberto took a sip from his glass. "Why does that matter? We hurt people all the time, right? "
I sighed again. This was hard to explain but I did. I usually don't open up to people but all this feeling of hurting a vulnerable girl, I mean its fuckin' getting me pissed off. So I tell him about Kim.
"Oh, well, that was something. Why don't you just talk to her, maybe buy her something like a jewelry and give her back her job." Roberto offered. He had a girlfriend so it was normal for him to give me such advice.
"That sounds so cheesy. Like I'm apologizing when she's on the wrong. She's the one who didn't wait for the signs before crossing the damn roads." I said but it still sounded wrong in my head. Who is this girl? She reminds me so much of her. "I don't apologize to women."
"The you I know is the one who doesn't respect the signs. No offense but you're a reckless driver boss." Roberto stood up after a while and looked at me. "Anyways, its up to you boss." And with that, he walked away. Its up to me. That kept ringing in my ear till I fell asleep.
I woke up this morning and went to my home gym. This is my comfort zone. Sounds weird but this place helps me think properly. I work out for about 2 hours before taking my bath and driving off to Adam's but I stopped at Tiffany's and got a necklace. She always loved gifts from here, I hope Kim does too. I was about to park my car when I saw pretty looking Kim walking away with puffy eyes. I've never been a fan of crying women and so this bothered me. I drove a little and parked my car close to her. She turned to look at who it was but anger filled her princess-like face. I walked up to her and stood blocking her from passing. She really is small. I mean she is short.
"Did you come to rub your victory on my face?" She asked with a tiny voice. I didn't answer so she rolled her eyes. I caught something from that act. Her eyes are the deepest shade of blue I've ever seen with a pale shade of light Royal blue that's barely visible but when she rolled her eyes, that pale shade turned gray for 2 seconds. Well, its not my fault that I'm super vigilante and observant. It took years of training to be like this. But I didn't comment on that adorable fact. I kept quiet but stopped her from walking past me. "What do you want from me? " she attempted to snap but that didn't work. She was just like my princess.
"Nothing. I have everything already. " I answered which isn't a lie. I have everything already.
"Well then I don't have to waste my time on you, now get your proud face out of my sight." I could tell she was freaking out on the inside as she kept entwining her little manicured fingers.
"For a princess like you, you don't have to work at a café, I just did you a favour, don't I at least deserve a thank you? " I asked her but I know she's super mad. I just wanted to tease her a little so she'd roll her damn beautiful eyes. No harm. And did I just call her princess? What is happening to me? Then she did it again and I couldn't help but compliment the adorable act. "You know, that's what makes you more beautiful than you already are. When you roll your eyes, that blue shade turn gray for 2 seconds." I could tell she was shocked since gasped and walked away before I could say any other thing. I didn't even give her gift. I've got to give it. $1500 for this beautiful necklace for her can't go to waste. And to think I just met her.
Who is this girl?
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