Claimed

4) Arnold

I shut my eyes in annoyance. I was listening to him from past 3 minutes and I was unable to hear his shit anymore. "Shut up" I growled in a harsh tone and the young man in front of me flinched. Dealing with lawyers was difficult. I leaned over with my hands clasped together on my thighs.

"Why did I hire you?" I asked a general question. After a ton fuck of hesitation he answered. "To help Darcel and you win the case."

"Wrong answer." I pointed out. My eyes landed on his confused face. "You are not here to only help. You are here to make sure that he doesn't get behind the bars yeah?" I continued further.

"How? Darcel did kill those men." The fucker argued back. A muscle in my jaw twitched. "Thats your fucking job. Not mine, you useless piece of trash." I barked. Haider was the lawyer. Correction- best lawyer according my father's perspective. He was my dad's close friend's son and the part of the mafia family. All these reasons were collectively holding me back from snapping his neck.

"Arnold,-"

"Meet me tomorrow at the penthouse. Now get out" I cut him off and transferred my gaze to the paperwork I was doing. Not a few seconds later I heard the door shut. Thank fuck. I continued to sign bunch of documents after going through each and every word. I didn't trust anyone. Trust was the root cause of all problems.

My hand grabbed the round paperweight as I kept it on the papers that were almost ready to flew away. At that moment my eyes travelled to the green colour of the round heavy thing and I was reminded by the images of certain brunette's green eyes. Everywhere I saw something green, trees, wall, car, clothes and a fucking paperweight, my thoughts went back to her. Less than twenty-four hours.

My brain clearly remembered the image of her holding the black coat in her arms while she was dressed in a crisp suit. Absolutely formal. The coldness that eradicated from within her when I first had a talk yesterday night was enough to make anyone shiver. And her hair perfectly straight with subtle waves in them, the hint of horror in those green orbs which was soon replaced by wickedness, her confident posture that refused to intimidate by me. She was surely an interesting piece and it was bothersome. Her wickedness, confident, and fearless self indicated how tough she was. Maybe it would take a little longer than usual in breaking her.

The notification sound from my phone brought out of my thoughts. I looked at the screen only to see something that pissed me off even more. It was from my dearest brother.

Darcel - she escaped.

I smirked. As expected. I would be disappointed if she didn't try.
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I watched her from my far vision as she stepped out of a cab and went inside the apartment building. A few minutes passed but the cab didn't move. Lilith came again and handed what looked like money to the driver. That cab went away and so did Lilith. However, this time I followed her inside without her noticing. Last night memories flooded back, the same hallway where I carried that little brat after kidnapping her. I thought she was a smartass but still came back to her apartment.

She locked the door and I was contemplating if I should ring the doorbell or just blow the door off. She would not open knowing its me, so I chose to go with the latter. I pointed my gun with a silencer on it at her door lock and within a next second it went off. I kicked the door open and as soon as I took a step further, she popped up from the side with a knife in her hands, ready to stab my throat. I grabbed her wrist hard. I glanced down and the knife was just a centimetre away from my throat. She was pretty fast. Too bad, I was faster.

"Thats not how you hold a knife." I pointed out at the wrong position of her hand. Her eyes burned. Hmm. Fascinating. She struggled to move her hand ahead, nevertheless she couldn't. My grip was damn hard. From the side of my eye I saw her other hand moving. Before she could attack me again, I gripped her other hand too. Her lips parted in the process while I twisted her hand a little which made the knife fall.