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Mafia's contract: Bound by Contract

Aiden Armstrong, CEO of skylight group and boss of the Dark Flood mafia, has a dark fetish for virgins-an obsession that leads him to Avery Kingston. He was in need of a wife in order to get control of his grandfather's legacy. The Kingston's offered him a proposal, one where both sides benefits. He gets a wife to keep his inheritance and a virgin who was just his type in exchange for a huge sum to aid the Kingston's escape bankruptcy. Avery, forced into marriage with Aiden, an unknown dangerous looking handsome fellow by her family, soon discovers the journal of her husband's fetish and catches him cheating. She becomes a different and better version of herself vowing to get back at all who had wronged her. As she builds herself and takes revenge, she finds more secrets about her family, her mom's death and Aiden's past. Amidst disappointments, plots for revenge and abduction of Avery, Aiden discovers he had fallen in love with her but is it seemed to be a little too late until they were both placed in a situation that was to end both their lives but turned out to be a moment for truth, reconciliation, love and fresh start.
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Chapter 6

Aiden's POV

Did you get info on their location?"

"No boss." Stephan replied in a tone that showed how disappointed he was.

"What do I pay you for?"

"I'm sorry Boss."

"You sure you torture that man or do I have to do it myself?"

"Yes Boss but he has refused to say anything. If we torture him anymore, he'd die."

"It doesn't matter. Shoot him or whatever, if he doesn't want to cooperate why keep him alive?"

"We could get info on him, boss. you know what they say: if you can't hurt them, go after something they care about. There's always something or someone we can use against him."

"True. Good thinking, Stephan. Let me know if you get anything. For now, we'll focus on finding and destroying their warehouses until we're able to get info on their hide out."

"Yes Boss. When do we head out?"

"12 am." I watched him nod in understanding. I turned to leave. I had to check on Avery, make certain she was okay before heading out for today's mission.

The hospital wasn't far from home, so I got there in three minutes. Rudy did step on the gass.

"How is she Doc?"

"She's stable, nothing to worry about, bullet's out so her arm will heal just fine. Due to her injuries, she might be in pain when she wakes up."

"And her Ankle?"

"It was sprained but for now, we'll focus on the injury, we don't want it getting infected."

"Alright, thanks Doc."

Seeing her small frame in the hospital bed, looking so frail and vulnerable did something to me that I couldn't explain.

"Such a small thing you are. I must admit, you do have strength." I smiled at how stupid it felt speaking to someone who couldn't hear or respond to me at the moment.

I had hoped she'd awaken but it seemed like she really needed her sleep, leaving her felt wrong. I had security guarding the room but still... They weren't competent the last time, would they be now?

"Simon, I leave you in charge. No matter what, don't let anyone in here. If a doctor or nurse gives you weird vibes, keep an eye on them. Infact, keep an eye on every doctor or nurse that walks in."

"Yes Boss."

"Good."

My phone rang as I stepped out of the hospital. "Hey cousin!"

"Sydney, what's up?"

"That's not how to greet your cousin you haven't spoken to in months. Where are you? I just got back."

"What do you mean you just got back?"

"I got here a few minutes ago. My flight got delayed. Where are you?"

"You didn't tell me you were coming back to New York, Sydney. I'm currently at the hospital. Though -"

"Hospital? Why? what happened?" Such a dramatic girl.

"I'm fine, my wife got attacked a few hours ago."

"You got a wife? Jesus! What did I miss? I'm on my way to the hospital. What hospital are you at?"

"Life Haven. Call Simon when you get here. I'm leaving now, I've got matters to attend to."

"You should stay. She would want to see you when she wakes up."

"Someone has to make certain those who attacked her are dealt with. Besides, you'll be watching her, make sure she sees you when she opens her eyes."

"What?"

I hung up and called Stephan. "Head out. I've sent you the location, I'm heading there now."

"We're on our way."

An idea popped in my head, I needed to look a bit different for it to work out. I stopped by the boutique not far from the hospital.

"Wow boss, you look different." I raised a brow. I did feel different but was he trying to say I looked like shit? "In a good way of course." He said in a rush and I nodded.

"Now drive as fast as you can Rudy, I have shit to buy."

Rudy never disappoints, we go there in half the time we were supposed to get there.

"who goes there? Who are you?"

I raised my hands up in surrender as the men pointed guns at me.

"I'm here to get merchandise. I was told you've got the best in the city." One guy stepped forward to search me.

"He's clean." The rest acknowledged his announcement then I was led into the building.

"So what kind are you seeking to get?" A guy with heterochromia said as he stared at me.

"I want the best of what you've got."

"It seems like I know you... Have we met before?"

"I don't think so but I do get merchandise a lot so that's possible." I replied to him firmly.

"But-"

"Oh shut the fuck up Green, you're acting like a pussy in love. He said he doesn't know you." The rest laughed.

That's right idiots, laugh while you can.

"I almost got lost finding this place, is it new? I came all the way from Manhattan." I lied.

"Woah! all the way from Manhattan to Brooklyn?"

"Yeah, I'll do anything for good stuff. I buy and sell to clubs, you know the drill."

"So how many kilos are you getting?"

"As much as can fit in my car."

"And the cops? I have a cover up. I can't be in this business if I don't know how to go about it."

"he's right." The heterochromia guy, Green said. He still looked at me like he didn't believe me.

"What payment method do you accept?"

"Cash, card payment, we got a machine right here."

"I'll pay with a card. Here." I handed them my card. Good thing I came with my design company's card. No one knows I own it. Green looked to check the name on the card but it didn't ring a bell, obviously.

"Looking for something on the card?"

"No, nothing, just checking if it's real."

"I see. Is there a warehouse closer to Manhattan I can buy from next time? It seems y'all are new at this and not popular yet."

"Are you kidding? The Martins new to this? You can't be serious."

"Shut up smith, Here's a few places you can find our warehouses in Manhattan." Green said, writing something down on paper. He handed it to me. With a huge smile I said "thank you, I still haven't paid. What's the delay?"

"We're confirming how much would be enough."

"You, what's your name again...Yeah, Green. You say you recognize me from somewhere, yeah?"

"yeah."

"Look closer."

"Why? I'm certain I was mistaken."

I got a signal from my boys like two minutes ago. The party was about to begin.

AVERY'S POV

I opened my eyes but the light forced me to close them back. It was too bright here. I tried again but this time slowly, letting my eyes adjust to the light.

There was a dark haired girl who seemed to be a little too excited. "You're awake! I got a little worried."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Sydney, Aiden's Cousin."

"Where is he?"

"He had matters to attend to." He didn't care after all.

"How long have I been unconscious?"

"I don't know, maybe 5 hours?" She answered unsure. She looked at me like she was wondering why I was asking.

"What's the time?"

"It's 1 am."

"I see..." I replied weakly. He probably didn't care if I lived or not. Why couldn't he just wait till I opened my eyes?

"I see what this is about. Don't worry, my cousin went after the idiots that attacked." was she always this excited when she spoke?"

"Isn't that supposed to be the police's job?"

"Yeah but-" she paused. "Nevermind." What was she about to say?

"Water, please?"

"Of course, is there anything else you need?"

"No thank you."

She left the room in a hurry. She seems nice, maybe a little too nice. She knew something I didn't, what was it?

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