Reborn- His Scarlett Moon

” Hello father! ”

I tapped the bluetooth headset to take his call as my eyes soaked in the pleasure of watching Sherry walk slowly inside her room.

” What made you remember me in the middle of your busy schedule? ”

“Stop smirking, big boy! ”

His dusky voice made me smile even more.

” How did you even know that I was smirking? ” I grinned. I called him father, but for the world he was Henchman, the dreaded mafia king. He cut and slayed like it was his workout and the thing was, he looked exactly like my old man, my biological father, whom I had killed.

Yes, that’s right, I killed my own father once, the one whose approval mattered to me more than God’s blessings or console.

But that’s another story.

At the moment, I was the adopted son of his human look alike Don.

I happened to save his life one rainy afternoon. He was about to get stabbed and I chewed the flesh off his attacher’s neck. That apparently impressed him to death. He became hell bent to take me in as his heir because he was childless.

” Because I took you as my son and I really treat you like one… Unconditionally! ”

He replied to my earlier question.

” So, how’s the weather? ”

” Just the same as yours, a little cloudy but sunny otherwise. ” He replied.

” Are you here? ” I asked, looking around.

” Not yet, but I am on my way. “He added.

” Now? May I know the reason for your urgent return? ” I asked, knowing full well that it was me and my behavior.

” Nothing serious, my boy. I just need to sit down with you and talk for a while. ” He answered carefully by maneuvering my curve ball.

” So, did you hear about the ruckus at the auction house? ”

I finally asked, unable to continue the suspense of our conversation.

” Ruckus? What ruckus? My place, your place. My business, your business. And what a businessman does with his products is none of anyone’s concern. ”

He paused and I waited for him to drop the bomb.

” By the way Ryan, where did you get your new toy? My men said they had made some mistakes. I wondered since when my Ryan began taking his whores back home in his chopper? ”

That was it. He shouldn’t have called Sherry a whore. That was unforgivable.

” What did you just say? ”

My voice was cold and dangerous, like a predator, waiting in the shadows to lunge at its prey.

” Why Ryan? Did I say something wrong? Correct me, my boy…. ”

He dared to push me on.

“Whom did you call a whore? ”

I tried to give him a chance to reprimand.

” I called a whore a whore? How else do you call a Call Girl who then gets contracted for her role? ”

My eyeball vanished in my upper eye socket as I closed them tight,

” Did you get your men to spy on Sherry? How long have they been after her?”

” Since someone broke into your house Ryan. And as far as I know, you haven’t been able to trace them as well. ”

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” How do you even know about that? ” I asked. My men were ordered to keep this matter under control. The only way he could know about it was if my men were also taking his command.

” I am not the mafia king for no reason Ryan. My empire stretches over countries and continents. How would I not know the whereabouts of my son…. Let’s meet and talk. Orient Resort, in fifteen minutes. ”

With that he hung up on me.

*****

I walked into the Orient Resort auditorium with muffled moans and pleading voices, drowning behind the noise of the metal chains clanking tirelessly on the floor.

There were two women on their knees, in front of my father, with dog-like metal collars. Their leashes were held by two men and their clothes were on the ground below, down to their underwear.

Their backs had several wound marks and some were even leaking.

” Sit! ”

My father barked, perhaps with renewed zeal, as soon as he saw me, but he pretended he didn’t.

The women obediently followed order. Their shame, innocence down the drain. All they cared about at that point was their bare survival.

” Lick! ”

He stretched his legs and offered them his boots.

They exchanged a terrible glance and then jumped in front and began licking his boot as if it was made of dark chocolate.

Normally, these didn’t bother me. It was kind of an everyday occurrence at the office but today was different. Today my father’s actions had different meanings.

” Oh Ryan! ” He suddenly turned in my direction and pretended to react surprised and thrilled at my arrival.

” When did you come, my boy? I was just playing around. ”

He stood up as he pinned the cheek of one of the girls on the floor. She didn’t even dare to cry as his legs kept pressing harder.

” The lot that they brought this time does not have any charm. They are so mundane and boring…. Ahhhh! I don’t even feel like having them serve my men with pleasure. ”

With that he kicked the woman so hard that her head hit the other side of the floor with a crack.

What followed was a soft gulp.

Then blood trickled down, as she fell silent.

The other one’s eyes flickered in horror. She looked from side to side, panicking, dying, sobbing… everything, internally.

I knew what he was implying .

” Let’s go grab some coffee, father. It’s been awhile since we ate or sat together. ”

I tried to neutralize the tension that was building. I could not let it rise.

It was not about my pride, my ego. What was at stake here was Sherry who was back home.

There was a lot going on already that was yet to be deciphered. I could not let her name go down in my father’s bad book.

He was like that hawk who had an elephant’s brain.

He held grudges and he held them badly.

The fact that I had gone against him for the sake of a mere girl, was definitely not sitting well with him.

It seemed like it was getting more and more complicated to simply keep my Sherry safe.

Did I call her mine? Guess, I already did and there is no turning back.

No matter the past, no matter the present, my heart was heavily getting inclined towards the lookalike of my nemesis lover.

In Spite of swearing never to thread the path that took everything away from me, I was walking down the same line, choosing again to burn for her, my head lowered in front of her throne.