Behind Him

"BOSS! The Queen is calling out your name!" The man spoke urgently, fingers brushing the earpiece behind his ear as his sharp gaze swept the surroundings.

He had been present at the auction, watching, waiting, and anticipating any move from their enemies.

Across the dimly lit room, the one they called boss slowly lifted his gaze. His steel-gray eyes, cold and unyielding, gleamed like sharpened blades in the dark.

"Kill everyone inside that goddamn house," he ordered, his voice like ice.

"I'm bringing my Queen back to our palace-without a single scar."

"Roger, Boss!" his men responded through the earpiece, their voices filled with unwavering loyalty.

The mafia boss, his expression unreadable, took a slow, deliberate glance around, his blood boiling with rage within. How dare they? They had taken his Queen-his atonement, his salvation-from him. She belonged at his side-safe, untouched, and revered. Yet these fools had dared to lay their filthy hands on her.

Unforgivable.

"Boss! They're putting the queen up for auction-selling her to the highest bidder!" The voice crackled through his earpiece-his hacker, the one who kept him updated on every detail.

A muscle in his jaw tightened. His fingers curled into fists. Then, without warning-BANG!

He grabbed the nearest enemy-one of the auction's security heads-and slammed his skull against the wall with a sickening crunch.

Blood splattered, and the body crumpled to the ground, lifeless.They had no idea what kind of monster they had provoked.

"These motherfuckers," he snarled, eyes blazing with fury. "I'll reduce this entire f*cking place to rubble." He was like a lion denied of his queen-and now, he was on the warpath.