The Outlaw

Third person’s pov

There was an eerie silence in the room as the man sitting behind the desk scanned over the report. He hmmed looking up, “Okay, Mr. Dewan. I’ll pass all your defective machines in the hospital, selling it at a 40% hiked price but” the old man said looking up at his foreign visitor.

“I want 30% of the profit you earn from there.” he added. The visitor sighed rubbing his forehead, “I am already offering you 20% of the profit. We cannot afford 30%” the visitor said looking at the man in front of him.

The old man interlocked his hands together and looked at the visitor in the eye, “Let me tell you what you can’t afford… You can’t afford to lose the millions you invested in that shitty ventilator ghat doesn’t even do what it’s made for. I am sure the government of your country will be really displeased, after all you took money from them. Didn’t you? And I heard the government there is very ruthless with money? And will do unexplainable things, like killing your family or selling them in underworld. Don’t you have two little daughter? I am willing to help you. To prevent all the bad things happening to you and your family but I need a little motivation from your side” the old man said with a smirk. The visitor looked pale making the old man while widely. He know he has this goat right where he wants him to be.

“So tell me Mr. Dewan, will it be 30% of partnership or millions in debt with a dead family? The choice is yours” the old man said leaning back on the chair. The vistor clenched his jaw, “I’ll be back to you after I make a new contract” the vistor said with a restrained voice as he got up, “It’s nice to make deal with you, Mr. Shawn” the vistor shook his hand with the old man and walked out of the door with his men hot on his trail.

One of the man standing near the window turned to the old man witha phone in his hand, “Father there are some rumours going around that some lawyers are targetting you. Building cases against you.” The man in his mid 30’s said to the old man.

The old man looked at his son intrigued, “Really? How bad is it?” He asked.

“We don’t know much father but there are a group of lawyers against you. That’s all we know for now.” He said to his father. The old man looked annoyed at his son, “You useless log! You can’t even get full information.” The old man said glaring at his son. The young man didn’t meet his father’s eyes, he kept his sight on the floor.

The old man sighed after some time, “Look into the matter, if it’s something small then leave it but if it’s big. I hope you can handle the matter in your own way.” The old man said putting on his coat.

“I won’t disappoint you father!” The young man said looking up at his father. The old man rolled his eyes, “You better not!” He said and left with the other two men leaving his son behind in the office.

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Nora’s POV

I walked down the stars to the kitchen, “Morning lily!” (Short for Lilith) Layla greeted me with a cup of coffee.

I groaned feeling a banging against my head, “Too much alcohol?” Flynn asked with a chuckle making me hiss, “Don’t be so loud!” I said gulping the dark coffee. I sat on an empty seat as Layla cooked us breakfast. I kept of sipping coffee and cursing my low alcohol intolerance.

“Where is mom and dads?” I ask without looking up from my coffee.

“They left this morning but Kellian and Jace are still here.” Flynn replied making me hmm with him.

As I was eating my breakfast I felt someone’s eye on me, “What do you want Layla?” I ask looking up at her. She smiled sweetly at me, “I haven’t been able to spend time with you.. and you’re leaving in two days… I was hoping we’d go out today.. just the two of us.” She said occasionally bouncing on her feet. I gave her a poker face, “What do you really want?” I asked making her smile goofily at me.

“Well I had ordered an engagement present for Flynn but the shipping took a lot of time to reach. But now it’s here, I need someone with me…” She trailed off uncomfortably making me narrow my eyes at her, “Who wouldn’t rat me out to Flynn and knows how to ride a bike.. and that’s you!” She jumped like it some kind of celebration at the last part. I shook my head, “Oh, I feel so loved!” I said sarcastically

In 20 minutes Layla and I were in a truck headed to pick up a bike I guess. The girl only realised that I don’t have to ride the bike back he if we use the truck that was already in the garage. I really need to smack some sense into her, love has sucked every bit of it out of her.

We had sneaked out of the house pretty smoothly to be honest, suspiciously unnoticed. Anyway I just wanna spend my days here in Italy with my sister rather than sulking in the bedroom. Now you’d ask if I am so bored here then why am I not back in London yet. Well my best friend, Jasmine Elis, with whom I share my apartment with is still abroad volunteering with her medical team for people in need.

Anyway, I will get more bored there than here and also it’s kinda lonely over there, in here there is still actions going around and the most important reason is that I am surrounded with negative energy there I hardly ever smile or relax. I feel suffocated by the shit I have seen sometime I really wish I should have chosen some other profession.

I just wanna stay away from the harsh world for as long as I can.

Anyway back to the present, Layla drives as I watch the scenary pass by, “What type of bike did you get him?” I ask looking at me sister.

“Flynn always talks very fondly of the bike that his grandfather used to ride. Triumph Bonneville T120, it’s from the 1960’s but due to some financial crises he had to sell his bike during the 80’s. But when Flynn was a kid his grandfather used to show him the pictures of that bike. I obviously couldn’t find the actual bike owned by his grandfather but I did find that specific bike in the same colour his grandfather used to own!” She said with a wide smile on her face.

“God Layla! That must have cost a fortune!” I said impressed and moved by her action.

“Yeah it did but I had enough money.” She shrugged her shoulder. Layla was working as a PR for this company whose name I can’t remember untill she got a promotion and moved here to the head office in Italy. Where she met Flynn, “Which company did you work at?” I ask her in curiosity.

“Martera Pvt Ltd” she answered looking at the road.

“You slept with the CEO of your company?” I chuckled making her smirk.

“I actually slept with the COO of the company. Gerardo is the CEO.” She corrected me with a chuckle making he scoff at her, “That dumb bloke is the CEO? The shareholders must be losing quite a lot of money!” I said throwing my hands up. Layla chuckled a little, “You’re too harsh on him, lily. He is a nice guy and he misunderstood you.” She said making me roll my eyes.

I stayed quite for the rest of the journey because I wasn’t in the mood to argue with her. I looked outside the passing trees as the memory of the first time Gerardo and I met played in my head.

*****1 year ago*****

Layla had called me to meet the love of her life, Flynn. Apparently they have been dating for over a year and things are very serious between the two. I just landed and Flynn had personally came to pick me up. Along the way I had threatened him with a lot of things that might sent anyone human being running down the hill crying. But that guy kept his cool as if being threatened is normal for him. We drove to this huge mansion which took my breath away

Layla was in store to get some groceries and the house was empty. He did warn me that there are over 40 people living in the mansion though I do not meddle in other people’s business I couldn’t help but ask why there were so many people. As Flynn and I were talking, someone’s voice interrupted us, very rudely if you ask me.

“You bought home another homeless bitch! Or is she a prostitute?” A deep voice said near the door making the two of us stop mid way. A surge of anger rushed through my body at his statement and I got up on my feet as my eyes travelled to the source of the sound. If it weren’t for the situation we are in I would have drilled over this handsome man. But you know what they say, handsome men are rotten from inside.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, bastard??” I snapped at the blonde man. His hazel eyes measured me head to toe with a disgusted look on his face, “From which angle does this fat puttana looks homeless to you? Looks like she eats half a dozen pigs just for breakfast!” He laughed ridiculing me.

“Is this how your watchman speaks to you, Flynn? You should fire this loud skank!” I growled at him. He stood in shook for a second until her broke down laughing, “This suit costs more than your life, grasso puttana!” He said coming towards me.

“How did you survive this long being so poor, dumb and ugly. You must be giving phenomenal blow jobs!” He said standing in front of me. Before anyone could have uttered another word, a loud smack rang throughout the kitchen.

My hand was stinging at the impact of the slap, the blonde was holding his face to the direction of the slap.

“What the fuck do you think of yourself, asshole? Wearing expensive clothes doesn’t give you the right to speak shit about other people. Get your head out of your ass motherfucker! You’re talking about me giving blow jobs? What do you do for a living? You look like the sugar baby yourself. Wrapped in gold head to toe, sucking on wrinkly cunts and dicks for a couple of dollars” I spat in anger looking at the blonde.

He was about to straddle me when Flynn intervened, “Gerardo! Step back!” Flynn snapped at him and dragged him out of the kitchen as the blonde continued to yell curses at me.NôvelDrama.Org (C) content.

*****The end*****

And since that day, the two of us have hated each other with every ounce of our being. But since the engagement party, we have been acting with a little less hatred. I wouldn’t say we are civil but we are calmer now. Not reaching for each other’s throat now, so that counts as something.