Taming A Billionaire

Chapter 369 - Three Hundred And Sixty-nine: No Mercy

The third point of view :

"One of your people stole my woman," announced Fernandez proudly oblivious of the dark glint in Emerald's eyes.

The nerve of this asshole! Emerald cursed inwardly. It took everything in him not to reach out and input the love of Christ into that man. How dare him? His woman? Emerald chuckled inwardly.

How could Cecil be blinded enough to fall for this assbag? You know speaking of which, Emerald was so grateful he got in the way of his plans. He was sorry for using her but Cecil should thank him for saving her from this would have been a nightmare.

"Really? Who dares to do that?" Emerald played him along.

There was joy in Fernandez's heart when he saw the displeasure on the man's face. With this kind of person, everything would work out for him.

"We don't know yet but we are hoping that you'd help us out," He added, "And of course, it is not for free,"

With a smirk, Fernandez gestured to one of his men standing guard and the man went over to their table to place a suitcase on it. He opened the suitcase to reveal wraps of new money that people would kill to get their hands on. He turned the suitcase in the direction of Emerald who gave it a lazy stare.

"I know Twenty billionaire is nothing to your organization but I'm offering this?in exchange for the woman, plus your boss can rest assured of a healthy relationship between your organization and me in the future,"

Of course, being on good terms with Fernandez had its perks. Most of his relatives were of high position and could help out in a time of need but the Falcon Gang simply has no need for him. A man who could betray the love of his life, would stab them in the back anytime.

"Do you have a picture of the woman? I need to see her face," Emerald continued with his pretend game.

"Oh, that?" Fernandez understood what he was asking for, "Of course," he quickly eased out his phone, went through his gallery, and handed her picture to the giant.

Fernandez was giddy with excitement, he almost couldn't suppress his joy anymore. His plans were going as planned and soon he would have that bitch where he wanted her - right on his bed.

He would love to see her fight - it turned him on. The look of disappointment and defiance on her face when she realized what happened would then turn to desire as he pleasures her. He knows Cecil, she loved him and wouldn't put up a fight for long.

He would bury himself inside of her and take her to the greatest height of pleasure while she screams like the whore she is. And who knows, he would make her call him, daddy. Then he would spout his seed inside of her and wait for the result - he had faith she could give him another son.

The picture in his head was so vivid that Fernandez had a hard-on right there and then. God, he couldn't wait any longer. He wondered how long it would take for these people to hand the little spitfire over to him. What if they go back on their word after taking his money? No, the Falcon Gang had a great reputation.

So Fernandez kept thinking without noticing the storm brewing in Emerald's eyes. He almost suffered a heart attack when Emerald asked him,

"So you're saying I stole your woman?"

"What?" It felt like he heard wrong, "What are you talking about?" the previously satisfied smile on his face was now replaced by an uneasy one.

"You said I stole your woman? How dare you covert what is mine?" Emerald asked with no trace of emotion.

Fernandez began to sweat profusely as it dawned on him. This man and Camille were dating?! No wonder she was so fearless because she was dating the second in command to Sakuzi?

"I-I must have been mistaken here," He said nervously, "You can have the woman, in fact, I give you my blessing, but I just need the boy - he's my son," he pleaded like a beggar with all trace of his earlier arrogance leaving his eyes.

The Sakuzi was a powerful clan and he had heard that they honored blood relation and were quite stringent with vengeance. A family who had once offended them, they had wiped them off the surface of the earth even to the second generation.

Upon hearing his comment, Emerald threw his head back and laughed, a peal of laughter that seemed innocent yet sent chills down the back of the guilty party.

"Sorry, but whatever belongs to the woman, belongs to me and that includes the boy," Emerald told him.

Fine, since things have come to this point, he has no choice but to do this. Fernandez tactically dipped his head which was a signal for his men to attack. This man was not a true blood of the Sakuzi clan, neither, was his own clan small either. Sure, Sakuzi would be angered over his loss but there were other people capable of taking his place and there was nothing a diplomatic talk and offerings wouldn't solve.

However, to Fernandez's greatest surprise, before his men could even react to his signal, they both suddenly fell to the ground with a pained groan. His eyes widened to the size of saucers when a botch of red which turned out to be blood seeped out from their pants.

How could that be? Fernandez was gripped by immense fear. He didn't even see his hands move and yet his men were on the floor, clutching in pain - Emerald must have shot them from under the table with a silencer gun. What kind of monstrous accuracy was that?

"This has been the most boring meal I've ever had," He heaved, easing himself up to his feet.

Emerald was taller because he was a giant but now Fernandez was crawling back on all fours, he looked like a rat.

"Funny, but you should thank your God that Sakuzi hasn't been the one who answered your call else he would been bored to death which in one word means you're dead meat,"

"No, no, no," Fernandez pleaded but Emerald paid him a deaf ear and grabbed him on the neck to his feet.

"How does it feel to be treated like shit without rights?" Emerald asked, remembering the way he had tried to abduct Cecil and get the child, before tossing him against the wall.

Fernandez groaned in pain, he could feel the pains, his hand was broken. But that pain was nothing compared to his fear of dying. He can't die yet; he still hasn't organized his resources. Pedro was the rightful heir to his empire, no one else.

"Speak!" Emerald hollered at him, "How does it feel to be maltreated?!" He didn't give the man a resting space.

"I feel wronged!" Fernandez screamed out. He couldn't afford to piss this mad man the more.

"How much wronged?" There was a sinister smirk on Emerald's expression as he asked that. He was toying with Fernandez and he knew that, but there was nothing he could do. Those in power could do whatever they wanted and get away with it. Wasn't that pretty much what he had to done to Cecil? Only that this time, he couldn't get away with it.

"I asked you a question," He said to Fernandez who has assumed stubbornness by keeping his mouth shut.

"Fine, we'd do this the fun way," there was a dark tone of promise in his comment and almost immediately, an anguished scream was let out of Fernandez's mouth as Emerald stepped on his finger with all his strength. One funny thing about the room was that it was soundproofed, so no one could hear his scream.

"Oops, sorry? You were saying?" He pretended to have stepped on him by mistake.

Fernandez peed a little on his pant, what has he done to receive this? This was hell on earth.

"Have mercy," He began to plead.

"Oh, mercy? Sorry, but that's not in my dictionary," He was just about to hurl Fernandez to his feet once more when he felt the air changed and dodged just in time. However, the bastard still got him and managed to cut him on the stomach with his knife.

"No mercy," He muttered to himself.

The limping idiot lunged at him once more with his knife, he simply sidestepped and at the same time, snatched the knife from his grasp and stabbed him straight in the chest. Instant kill.

"Now, where were we…?"

He looked around to discover Fernandez was nowhere to be found. Fine, this should be enough to instill some fears into him.

With nothing left to do, Emerald left for the base with his men. Knowing that Cecil would not like the stench of blood and death on him, he steered straight to his room to wash it off. However, he was still in the process of taking off his shirt when the woman in question barged into his room.