CHAPTER THREE

Mitch left Clara sleeping on the bed, and went to take his shower; he had taken two good days off his work. He prided himself to have clear-headed gang members, but giving them the credit would not be wise with a rival like Chuck, who was always on the looking for how to clear Mitch out of his way. He was sure words would have gotten to Chuck that Clara was with him.

He watched as Clara turned over on the bed, half of her hair was covering her face, the bed sheets he had wrapped around her had fallen off leaving her creamy breasts to his hungry gaze, he swallowed deeply. Her legs were also exposed to him, his eyes explores their long velvety length.

In a bid to find a more comfortable position, she splayed them open further. Mitch coughed; He began searching for his car key in earnest. If he stayed a minute longer, he would be tempted to sleep with her again and He knew she was still sore from his ministrations the night before.

Closing the door gently, he walked downstairs, his second in command, Patrick came forward bearing a phone call, he raised his brow at him, not taking the phone.

“Who is it? That you would not even let me have my seat before disturbing me with calls, If it is a client who ever it is can wait or you can pick it the call, Must you wait for me?” He deadpanned making no move to take the phone.

Patrick terrified of the person on the other end of the phone, declined the offer” I would have picked the call but the Town police head wants to talk to you” He said hurriedly, taking two steps back in fear while protruding the phone call towards Mitch.

Mitch sliced an evil look across Patrick features, irate “What are you worth? You cannot even pick a simple call?” He shouted nonetheless snatched the phone from Patrick. He signed deeply before picking the call, the monstrous voice of the Town police head could be heard thundering murderously over the phone’s speaker.

“Mitch? You have outdone yourself this time? Get yourself to the Police station now” The man commanded and dropped the call. The line went dead in Mitch’s ear.

He turned to Patrick who scooted back in dread ”Why did he call me?

“Words must have gotten to him that we took Clara”

Mitch went silent before letting out a hooting laughter, Patrick joined in both of them laughing hysterically, the laughing ended as abruptly as it began.

Mitch moved closer to Patrick, clasping his hands on his shoulders ”Who do they think they are? I will not release Clara to them just because they are the town police. If they think it would be that easy to separate me from my new conquest then they better think twice and when I get my hands on whoever went to report there would be no mercy” He promised menacingly.

Patrick nodded, not daring to say a single word. Mitch had lost his brain ever since he began following Clara about. The lady had not always been in his line of vision, and the manner in which she fell into his heart was quite extraordinary as Mitch catalog of girlfriends were all total opposites of Clara Parker.

Since then Mitch would not let go, he became her stalker. The opportunity to get Clara for himself had provided itself when one of the gang members had spotted Martins walking into the gambling house with his pockets loaded. Since Mitch was also playing, they had played far into the night exhausting all the money on Martins. From their observation, the money had been Clara’s hard earned money from several years of working.

Mitch had helped him exhaust it all and demanded his money immediately for the final round, which Martins was unable to pay. The deal had been exchanged with Clara being the barter price in exchange for Martins’s life. His boss had been the happiest that night. He had even distributed all the money he had gained to the gang members out of joy.

Only for Martins to become sober and he refused to honor the deal. Which was what led them to the kidnapping of Clara in the first place. He was sure his boss would never hand over Clara, they would have to shoot him first, it was just how much, he was obsessed with Clara Parker.

Patrick smiled, with his dirty brown teeth from smoking shining grimly; Mitch went into the kitchen in search of his housekeeper Charlotte, who was a widow. And was living with Mitch content to be his caretaker, according to her there was still some redemption left in Mitch, she believed he could be redeemed from his horrible lifestyle.

“Charlotte?” Mitch called as he entered the large kitchen; the place was empty safe for the sounds coming from the pressure cooker on the gas cooker

“Charlotte?!” Mitch called again, his voice rising by a few pitch

Charlotte emerged her kneeling position on the floor in front of the cupboard she was arranging her equipment, She stood up and glared at Mitch.

“What could be the problem Mitch?” she asked sullenly,glaring at him wanting to resume her work.

Mitch swallowed, “You are impossible, you heard me the whole time yet you refused to answer” he said aghast, he looked around him, thank goodness Patrick was not in the kitchen with him, he would have seen Charlotte total lack of regard for him. The woman was not scared of him at all.

“Must I answer?” She threw back at him, she kept her eyes focused on what she was arranging, bending by the waist, she continued her task.

Not wanting to argue further, he moved to his main reason for coming into the kitchen“I am on my way out. Can you help me see to Clara? She will need help when she wakes up” he asked, his housekeeper was a stubborn woman and she proved it in ways more than one. She was presently ignoring him because she had advised him to not to harm Clara but to ask Clara out properly. Mitch disagreed with her. Clara was the innocent type, she would never choose to date a gang leader willingly.

Charlotte snorted in annoyance, her head bobbling up and down ”Fine, but do not think I have forgiven you. I am only going to be doing it because, that girl would be scared out of her wits when she wakes up, and she needs a female presence. And just promise me you will do right by her”

Mitch nodded ”Whatever you say, Charlotte. I like Clara so do not worry. I will not harm her. I will protect her with my life if need be. If she claims, she wants to go out tell her No, and make her work in the house. She now has a work as a maid in this house as of today. That will keep her from thinking about roaming about”

Charlotte nodded dismissively, Mitch smiled, what a stubborn woman. He left the kitchen and out of the front door. His other boys were already there waiting for him. He collected his shotgun from Patrick who had loaded it. Mitch entered the car in one smooth motion, the car engine roared to life along with the other vehicles carrying his gang members. Whoever reported him to the police just have to wait. Mitch Garvin, the lords of Meadow town was on his way. He would make the culprit dance to the Spiders web.

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