Betrayal's Redemption

Los Angeles, ivory club

Marcel's Point of view

"I want her tonight" I stated, intrigued by her physique, my eyes fixated on the dancer as her hips swayed to the sound of the music.

This was how it was for me. I never really needed to put in the effort to get any lady, all I needed was to make a choice and Sebastian would handle the rest.

After all, I was wealthy, powerful and used to women vying for my attention, knowing that one night with me could change their lives.

"She's not that kind of girl boss, she's different from the others and off limits, no one's allowed to speak or touch her." Sebastian informed me.

The thought of her being off limits was what increased the desire burning through me. I've never heard those words "off limit". In my entire 30 years of being on earth and breathing, there wasn't a single thing I couldn't own or gain access to and yet, for the first time, I could not have 'Her'.

"That's interesting", I scoffed, squinting my eyes as my stare grew even more intense. Her face was masked, but I could sense she was extremely beautiful from the visible bits of her face.

"Damn, those hips" I moaned. I was literally unable to look away for a second.

There she comes, she's making a move towards me, my eyes locked on to her form, as I rose to my feet. Offering myself to her, ready for whatever she desired. I had imagined she was going to dance or tease me a little, but she halted inches away from me, swaying her hips to the rhythm.

The scent of her perfume filled the air as that urge to pull her close, embrace her and shower her with kisses from her neck down to her very feet consumed me. I want to own her. God the things I'll do to her.

"Boss, we need to leave now," Sebastian whispered into my ear.

"Don't be ridiculous, Sebastian," I retorted, shooting him a quick glance. I didn't want to leave. I hadn't seen enough of her just yet.

"We really need to leave now." Sebastian insisted, the urgency displaying in his eyes.

Sensing the gravity of the situation, I knew I really needed to leave. I threw one last look in her direction, took a sip of my drink, and confidently strode out.

That was the one club I visited frequently, to take a break away from my ugly reality, and now it's short-lived.

"Whatever this is, it had better be good, Sebastian" I smirked, reaching for my cigarette. He handed me the pack; I lit one up and had a smoke as we sped away, arriving at the safe house. Stepping out of the car, my face bore into Sebastian's, frustration evident. "Why drag me here?" I demanded, but Sebastian, cool as ever, led the way. Clenching my fist, I flicked my cigarette to the ground and crushed it beneath my heel.

Sebastian always rarely felt the need to explain a word to me...that was how comfortable he had gotten with me. I'm his boss, but our relationship together wasn't that strict. He is my man and his actions spoke volume. He handles everything from my schedule to the clothes I wear, down to the very food I eat, he is twice as good as me, he's like a brother and my very own loyal dog, and in the end, I still call the shots around here.

I finally made my way into the safe house and, boy oh my! Did my face turn into an evil grin, the lost had finally been found. "William", he was a staff member at my establishment, we had sent him on an errand to deliver a package to a client, and he bolted with everything, and today he was kneeling before me, tied, blindfolded and bleeding just like I envisioned our next meeting to be.

"You deceitful scum!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide open as I made agile movements towards him, seizing him by his collar. "Where's my package? Where's my money?" I asked, my anger palpable.

I could now feel him trembling. He could barely form his words. "Marcel... Marcel, please forgive me, I really didn't steal from you, I swear the package was stolen from me, I swear" he said in tears.

I delivered a harsh blow across his face, causing him to lose balance and fall to the ground. "You liar! You really think I'm a fool? You really thought you could steal from me?!" I asked, stomping on his stomach, causing blood to gush out of his mouth. If there was one thing I hated, it was people who were not loyal and tried to play on my intelligence. It's a disrespectful act I could never forgive. It's an insult to the name Marcel.

This man standing before me had committed a sin, he made a real fool out of me for so long, and today he would face my rot.

"Marcel... please, oh damn! I'm screwed. Marcel, I'll pay... I'll raise the money and pay up; I'll pay what I owe. Bloody hell I will. I just need more time, please Marcel...please forgive me" he pleaded.

Forgiveness?! Did I hear that right?

If betrayal was forgivable, then the devil himself would still be seated next to God. Loyalty is non-negotiable. I'm not as merciful as God was. For me, the only reward for betrayal was death and I enjoyed it serving it myself.

His cry for help brought me immense joy. He should have chosen his battles correctly.

I walked to my tools, humming my favorite song. I put on my gloves and scanned my hands over the babies on the desk and made my pick. 'A pair of scissors.'

I walked back to William, still humming my favorite rhythm as I knelt before him.

"Marce..." He tried to call my name.

"Shhhh" I said, placing my hand over his mouth and leaned in close to his face and whispered.

"You need some time to pay what you owe? So, tell me one last time, how long do you need to get my stuff?" I said cunningly.

"Oh, thank you so much Marcel...this means a lot to me. I won't take much time, I just need..." he really was about to explain shit to me, but I seized the opportunity and stuck my hand into his mouth, signaling my men to hold on to him, which they did, and I pulled out his tongue and cut it out as the blood splashed across my suit.

The scene was breathtaking. He messed up my suit, but I served my punishment.

I stood up, looking over William and laughed out crazily before giving off the last order "kill him".