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C H A P T E R 47

Kenny's POV.

I woke up to find a body next to me. I looked at her and tapped her to wake her up. She opened her eyes smiling. "Hey."

"Get out." I told her as I stood from the bed.

"Is that how you wake up a girl ?" She got up rolling her eyes. She put on her dress came towards me.

"A repeat of last night ?" She asked seductively as she trailed her hands down my chest.

"I said get out." I removed her hands from my chest. "I don't wanna see you when I get back here." I said as I went inside the bathroom, closing the door in the process. I ran the shower and got inside, washing myself.

Fucking these random girls has become a norm for me these past five years. I've fucked more girls than I can count, and yes, that's coming from me. But ever since the day of the masquerade, I feel like I'm forcing things. I made one mistake that night, I fucked Blue. And now I feel like every girl I've fucked after her, doesn't even match up to the feeling I felt when I was inside her. I shouldn't have fucked her that day, that wasn't the plan. But after I saw her in that tight red dress, I just lost control and the will to think properly.

That was the first time I saw her after five long years and fuck I shouldn't think like this but her body developed tremendously during these years. And she developed in all the right places, her breasts and curves... Blue was sexy from the first time I ever saw her, but fuck now, I can't even describe it.

I can't stop thinking about the masquerade night, the way she was so tight around me, her moans- none of the girls I fuck could compare.

But the more I think about her, the more I remember how much I hate her. My hate for her intensifies every time she's on my mind. And that's a lot of time. There's nothing I want more in this world than to make her pay for what she did those years ago. That's my only agenda, revenge.

I'm determined to destroy every little thing she values, she's gonna experience how it feels like when your world comes crumbling down because of just one person. How a single person could ruin your entire life to a point where there's no turning back, how they could break you to a point where there's no healing. How someone could change you to an extent where you can't even recognise yourself anymore.

I got out of the shower after drying myself and went back to the bedroom to find the brunnete gone. I looked at the clock as I put on my suit, it was 12 o'clock. I had a meeting with the leader of the Colombian Mob in half an hour. A Spanish man who just doesn't wanna retire and die.

I got out of the hotel room and headed downstairs to my car. I got inside and drove out of the hotel, heading to the restaurant. The Oracle restaurant was atleast forty five minutes away, without traffic. But with the traffic here, I'll be thirty minutes late, I don't really care.

As estimated, I pulled at the restaurant, half an hour late. Santiago, the leader and his men were already there, along with my men when I got inside. We exchanged greetings as I sat down and they got straight to the point.

He wanted to join our large-scale drug trafficking. The Italian Mafia has the biggest Drug Cartel and we get our merchandise from them, along with other Mafias. I couldn't understand why he didn't go straight to the Italian Mafia and form an alliance with them, just like every other mafia. Something was definitely up.

"Why didn't you contact the main drug cartel? tell them you want drugs for your territory in Colombia?" I raised my eyebrow at the man sitting opposite to me.

"Well." He chuckled. "The Italian drug cartel supplies your Mafia with the most drugs, you're their biggest buyer. I just thought we could form an alliance? Split the cocaine, you can take 70% of it and I'll give you half of my profit.."