WILD HEART

INVITACIÓN

Chapter 6

The warehouse was a private property located far outside the city. The security was tight as Zayan made his way through, at least three guards were appointed at every gate. They all bowed their heads instantly in respect, he made a stop at the front gate for eye and hand scans, punching in the codes. Noam behind doing the same, the rules and security were for everyone to abide by. No matter if that person was any guard or Zayan Orsini himself.

The door pushed open revealing at least forty people hanging out in the main room either talking or smoking. But as he entered, all eyes snapped in his direction.

"Boss!" The voice of forty men and women boomed through the room. They looked at him with so much respect and stood straight.

Most of them were the people he saved during his dealing or picked up from the streets. Giving them jobs and providing shelter and life. Those he didn't wanted to work for his side mafia business were given education and courses to be appointed in his industries.

If not in the industries then in his beneficiaries and schools he opened under his father's name. All the money earned from this mafia work was donated to beneficiaries and funded to schools. He didn't utilize a penny for himself, he had enough money from his business to buy a f*****g state.

Zayan nodded at them briefly walking towards the basement. Noam signalled the men at the basement to open the door for him and they did.

Entering inside he saw Mir leaning against the wall with a grumpy face. In front was one of Miguel's men tied to a chair trying to look tough.

'Well, see how tough he is' Zayan smirked.

"What do we have here!" Zayan muttered with a dark grin.

"I just came to deliver a message, no fights!" The man said, beginning to tremble under his gaze but still trying to put up a tough posture.

"Do you think I am that free to put useless fights with you," Zayan chuckled, amused, moving towards him.

"Your pathetic boss happens to steal my shipment and you are going to tell me about it!" He continued.

"I would rather die than snitching my boss out" The man spat.

Mir who was leaning on the wall came forward, 

"Tch, tch. You made a wrong choice brother!" He said, his face also settled in a smirk.

Zayan gave the man an intense look before moving towards the steel closet taking out some sharp tools and settling them on a table.

"Let's see how loyal you are!" Zayan said thoughtfully, staring at the man. He could see the fears in his eyes as he walked over to him with a sharp knife.

"Untie him!" He motioned to Noam and he did the same. When his hands were free, he rubbed the bruised area.

"Now give me your hand!" His tone, now colder than usual. 

The man gulped in fear eyeing the sharp knife.

"The more you resist, the more you have to pay!"  Zayan muttered, his jaw clenching.

Trembling, he extended his hand and Zayan gripped it in a deathly manner.

"Now where is the gun shipment he stole from my plane!"

"I don't know!" The man said shivering, praying to escape this situation.

"Wrong answer!" Zayan seethed and in a second all his fingers were sliced from his hand.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh, OH MY!" The man howled as his fingers dropped to the ground and blood oozed drenching the floor and Zayan's shirt.

"I am just asking about my own possession here because I have a problem,”  Zayan spoke with an evil grin now running the knife on his temple.

"I can't bear when someone lies, betrays me and steals from me!"

The blood coated knife was now on his throat.

"I will ask again, where is that shipment!"

"Pl-ea-se k-ill m-me" the man screamed in agony. Mir and Noam standing behind not even flinching a bit.

"Not so easily my dear!" He cut open his shirt leaving him in his pants before slicing open his collar bones.

"Ahhhhhh!" His blood curdling scream could be heard as Zayan pressed the blade on his bone. His screams soothing his demons. He wished he could do that to his mother.

"Again wrong answer my dear!" Zayan hissed, taking the blade out.

"Maybe you will understand when I will slice these ears of yours!" He said, taking his ear in his hand.

"The-y a-re in-n h-his war-ehou-se in Osl-o. Near t-the pl-ace, he lives!" The man finally admitted.

Zayan chuckled devilishly, letting go of his ear and throwing the blade on the floor.

"Didn't take you long!" He said squeezing his shoulder or more like breaking his bone.

He glanced towards Mir, 

"Why did he come here!" 

"Miguel sent you an invitation to his party!" He informed.

"That man really has some nerve!" Zayan gritted through his teeth. Mir could feel the anger radiating off him.

Zayan turned towards the whimpering man.

"Go and inform your boss that he will be seeing me soon!" Zayan spat while walking out of the basement. Noam motioning the men there to send the man back.

"Are you sure you want to go there? That man is trouble himself!" Mir asked, handing him a wet towel.

"I would think that you are underestimating me!" Zayan replied, wiping away the blood leaving the warehouse.

"Who could do that, I was just asking because you never went to his parties after that feud!"

"There is a first time for everything Mir, besides we need to retrieve the shipment if you're forgetting," Zayan stared at him, halting in his steps.

Just by the look on his face, Mir knew this trip was going to be a hell of a ride.

He nodded in understanding.

"Norway it is then, boss!" Mir responded with a grin.

Zayan twitched his lips a bit walking towards his awaiting car when his gaze settled on the four dead bodies being carried from a van towards the warehouse quarters. A few women along with children were standing there crying.

"These are the families of our men killed in that plane!" Mir explained, understanding his raised brows.

Zayan's heart palpitated seeing the crying faces of the children. He could feel their misery and pain because he had gone through the same, losing his father. 

"Support them fully and give women jobs in our foundations. As for the children, get them admitted to the best schools in town. They shouldn't be deprived of anything!" Zayan turned to Mir, his face now set in a grim line.

"Don't worry, I will look at these things personally," 

With one final glance, Zayan sat in his car and left the place. Seeing his retreating car, Mir smiled. He was a devil for sure but there was still an angel overshadowed by his trauma and anguish.