"Devil Of The Dark Hell"

He exclaimed, grinning.
"Rayven!!" She hid her face behind her palms to hide her red cheeks.
Rayven laughed at her innocent reaction.
"By the way little one" his smile faded as he spoke.
She looked at him and waited patiently for him to speak further.
"Let's go somewhere out! Don't you thin-
"NO- no! I don't want to visit some clubs again! She rapidly interrupted him in between when the memories of the last time she was drunk flashed into her mind.
It was already so embarrassing for her. Why was he bringing this up? She huffed.
"I also do not wish to repeat that mistake! He informed her. He remembered that he was the one who suffered the most while she was drunk. That airplane, dynamite and what not she did to irritate him.
"Then where? She questioned without stopping.
"I am talking about some shopping! How's it? He asked. He asked like a loving boyfriend.
"Ting" her mind rang a bell.
"Another chance of escaping" her mind instantly proceeded with the plan.
She secretly eyed him to judge his real intentions.
"He really doesn't look like a mafia boss, instead he is so childish" she thought looking at his happy child face.
Emilia was thinking like this because she has not seen his "devil of the dark hell" side yet.
Who knew that her bad time was crawling creepily towards her.
"Emilia, I'm asking something! His voice snapped her out of the world of thoughts.
"Well...shopping you said! Okay, let's do that." Emilia agreed with an ulterior motive which he was unaware of.
"okay done! But now it's almost dark outside. We'll go tomorrow!" He said.
"Yeah sure. I'll be going to my room now! She turned to go but before she could Rayven held her wrist making her stop.
She turned to look at him with a question. His expression confused her. Those were the expressions of a man who was afraid to lose his beloved one.
"Rayven, what's wrong! Is there anything...you want to tell me more?! She hesitantly asked, ignoring his eyes filled with emotions.
Without a warning Rayven stepped forward and took her into his muscular arms, tightly. He was taller than Emilia. So, when he hugged her he body got lifted up from the ground.
He deeply sniffed the faint scent of her hairs as if it was his sleeping pill.
"Good night my little one" his voice fanned her ear causing her to feel a tingling sensation in her stomach.
Then he slowly put her down and walked, giving her a last glance full of love as he walked out of the kitchen.
The direction of his feet were no towards his room but towards the exit of the mansion.
Therefore, She was awestruck at their very close interaction.
Rayven was no more present there; she was still standing there like a statue under the feeling of a trance. It was her first time getting all these feelings and she didn't know how to react.
"W- what was that! Why my cheeks are burning! "Huh! Why is it so hot in here! She touched her cheeks with the back of her hands in astonishment.
"Why did this person have this much strong effect on her when she did not even love him? '' she thought, confused.
"Ah, my mind is not working properly, I need to rest!" She self talked and then instantly walked out of the kitchen and rushed to her room straight.
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A figure covered in blood was laying on the ground lifeless. But small painful muffles could be heard coming from that half head figure.
Just near him Rayven was sitting on a chair like a devil burning in rage. His one foot was on the body of that lifeless poor man causing him unable to move.
"I wonder how your tongue did not got tied when you were about to sold our information to those fucking Hanson's!" Rayven chuckled low key in dark sending shivers down to the spine of that man laying on the ground.
"Ra- Rayven...m- mer- that person was unable to speak because blood was coming out through his mouth with every word he spoke.
"Mer- what? I can't hear you properly. Speak louder!" Rayven poked his body with the tip of his shoes only to inflict more pain to him as he asked.
"Ah- Mercy...Have s- some mercy!" Man on the ground spoke with difficulty.
"Mercy?! Come on! That is a word of good books which I do not own, any!
Rayven spoke with a grim reaper look at his face.
That man could only cry for his bad fate. Because he knew that he couldn't expect mercy from a person like him. But he also knew that selling the information about the most feared Mafia " Rayven Casper" was the unforgivable sin which he had already. Now there was a chance to escape death.
He closed his eyes in regret.
"Okay let's wrap this up simply. You should be thankful that I am too tired to give you a tragic painful death! Rayven spoke standing up as his hand roamed around his favorite thing. "His gun"
That person didn't move or screamed because he knew that death was a mist now. He just closed his eyes.
Rayven lifted his gun aiming at his skull. Next moment a gun fire was heard and blood was everywhere on the ground. Probably that unfortunate person was dead by now.
"If you cannot be faithful to me, just don't live then!" He mumbled glaring hatefully at the dead body.
"Clear this mess! I'm heading back to the mansion" he spoke to his guards and they nodded respectfully.
He then gracefully walked toward his car. He settled himself and drove away.
Watching him this way, no one could believe that he was the same lovely boyfriend from the moment ago.
Because to him the punishment of unfaithfulness was death! "Only death".


To be continued...
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