Xavier POV

Silence. For all I could remember from the last few years, I was submerged in it. I could still remember the last time I even smile. It was with her. But she was the one who left me in tears too. It didn’t matter if I was with her always or I hold her close to my heart. It didn’t matter. Just like words didn’t matter to me now.

I was in darkness. The never ending cycle of trying than defeating the demons than get defeated myself and at the end of the day, just let all the feelings switch to numbness.

I was the dark knight.

“I-I a-am s-sorr...”

A gunshot echoed in the room full of grown men.

“Boss, it was confirmed that he corrupted. He took fifty thousand dollars from your cupboard.” My trusted men, Sinclair answered.

“I know.”

And I did.

I hated sorry. I hated when a person asked for second chance. I hated with every fibre of my body. First chance is enough to prove oneself.

“Book me a meeting with Alex Sword.” I told Sinclair.

I was a man of few words. The most conversation I had was when I was with her. She made it all easy. She made me forget my fucked up self.

She somehow saved me. Too bad she was the same like every on else.

I walked out of the police station where criminals knew better to cross path with me. Going out, police officers stood from their seats, upright giving me salute. I was a son of a bitch. I was the Lead Mafia. I was the silent wrath that knocked in no one’s doors. I was the silence hush. The soft brush of death. I was the lingering kiss of Hell.

Getting into my Maserati, I drove off. I don’t have bodyguards with myself. I didn’t have driver. I was alone the day I knew what loneliness meant. I was alone since that very fucking day when I came out of my room to dance with the Devil. I was alone and I would rather be alone than trust anyone. Driving on the empty street of France at 3 am was one of my favorite thing. I would just go till I got tired. And with that, my mind would just flow with the wind that hissed with my skin. Many times my mind loved to remember about her.

However much she hurt me, I only loved her. I gave her my world. I was ready to sacrifice my live because I knew I couldn’t get out of my reality. But the years I spend with her, It was my life. If she asked me to stay, I would’ve. Only her.

I was hers, am hers and always would be hers.

I did had side distractions. I was a man in my prime. Women would fear me. But after first time, they would come back for more. They come back in hopes I'd make them my Queen, shower them with luxury and love but I only had one Queen and it was her whom broke me into billion pieces.

I smiled when I remembered how she threw those cupcakes on my head because I oh so innocently destroyed her sketch of me she made.

Flashback

“WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?” she screamed while putting down the tray full of disastrous cupcakes.

Poor them.

“We I just though it would be fun for you to make my new sketch seeing as this one is about to get finished. I like spending time with you.” I frowned when I saw the sketch. It had different blotches of colors. Thanks to me.

“Oh no. You DID NOT DO THAT. YOU YOU.” with that the rock hard cupcakes flew from the tray she was holding.

It was like a slow movie. I was screaming,” Not those cupcakes, NOT THOSE. THEY ARE ROCK HARD.”

But I was too late. The cupcakes landed square on my forehead.

“ Why did you, what’s that red liquid on your forehead? It was blue frosting.” She asked confused.

“You are de...” suddenly everything started going silent and blurry.

Putting my hand on my forehead, I was met with red liquid or better yet Blood.

Blinking I graze at her before I started going into oblivion. The last words I heard was.

“SHIT!THEY WERE THAT HARD?!”.

Lets just say she apologized for a week. And I was afraid of cupcakes after that

Flashback ends.

It was one of the memorable times I wished to capture. But it was impossible. She broke me.

My heart, My soul and My body.

Now I will break hers. With that the smile wiped from my face and the speed increased.

We’ll meet soon Odette. And you will wish death than me.

I promise.