Chapter 28: Not worth dying for

Adrian was tied to a chair in the house on the west wing and his eyes were tied with a piece of cloth; he couldn't see where he was, he just heard footsteps in the room.

Suddenly, he heard the door open and someone walked in with almost silent steps; he felt the person draw closer to him till he was directly in front of him;

The person had said nothing; neither had the people in the room; Adrian's heart was drumming against his chest, his shirt was soaked in his own sweat and he feared for his life.

Nicklaus was not a person who showed mercy, and if he was the one if front of him, he was really dead meat.

Just when the thought came into his head; he felt the rag on his eyes being removed and a hard blow met his jaw, sending his face flying to the side. He felt a metallic taste on his lips and he knew his jaw was broken;

Nicklaus straightened his palms, trying to ease the pressure on them because of the punch;

''Give me one reason why I shouldn't pop your head with this gun?"

Adrian was still seeing stars; he shook his head and blinked his eyes as he watched blood drip from his mouth and fall onto the ground;

When he heard the words from his attacker; his eyes shot up immediately and he recognized the man, the almighty demon in flesh.

He was holding a pistol and before Adrian could think straight; Nicklaus had aimed the gun at his head;

''You have only one chance to give me a valid reason why I shouldn't pop this bullet into your skull!'' Nicklaus's voice rang through the room as he aimed the gun at Adrian; is glare deathly;

Adrian's heart was slamming against his ribcage; he needed to think fast. At that point; with a gun to his head, he had no other option. He really loved Tiana, but he would let her go. She was no longer his.

''Because… I will leave her, I'm going to… disappear from her life and never return; I will make sure she never sees me again. I'll never ever contact her, till I take my last breath… please, I beg you, spare my life!''

Adrian begged; his eyes tightly shut; he didn't know whether he gave a valid reason to not be killed, but that was the truth. Even if Tiana wanted him, she had given herself as a mistress to this man, and she was his now, he could not even compete with him for her, and even though he ran away with her, Nicklaus would hunt them down to the ends of the earth and rip their hearts out of their bodies. He liked her but not to the detriment of his own life. There were a lot of other women he could go after, she was not worth dying for, not at all.

The room grew quiet; Nicklaus still had the gun pointed at Adrian's head; his eyes dark and fierce as he stared coldly at Adrian; the guards stood still watching their boss; after a few more seconds; they heard a loud bang;

Nicklaus had pulled the trigger.

Everywhere grew quiet as the birds which were on the flower trees beside the house flew away fearfully;

Adrian felt his soul leave his body; his eyes refused to open; he was dying…

but why wasn't he feeling any pain?

He waited a few seconds, then he tried to feel his body, and he could feel it; he raised his hand to his face and felt around it, there was no blood and there was no pain; his eyes opened immediately, and he saw Nicklaus putting the gun back into its case;

He immediately turned around and he saw the bullet on the wall slightly above his head;

Nicklaus had shot the wall.

''I hope you live up to your words; because if you ever come close to Tiana, no, if she sees your face ever again, I'll wipe your whole family from the face of the earth. Take him away!''

Nicklaus commanded and the guards immediately bundled Adrian out of the house.

As soon as they left; Nicklaus fell into a chair;

''Why was he still angry? ''

He tried to remember the events of the day and at what point he got so worked up; and he realized that he became so mad when he saw the video of her kissing another man.

But why was he angry about that? He wasn't even thinking about his family and if any of them had seen her, what he was concerned with was her fondness for that man. How was it his business?

He had never been this concerned about any person since seventeen years ago; even if he was angry, it should be because what she had done was risky because it was in front of his company and she was at risk of being seen by any of his family members;

Nicklaus was feeling hot suddenly; he undid his tie and threw it across the room; standing up from the couch, he paced around the room confusedly, his head in a mess!

He didn't like this feeling at all. It messed with his thoughts.

When morning came and his anger had dissipated, he felt like ordering for her release, but he restrained himself.

He would not be controlled by his heart; she had done something wrong, and she deserved to be punished.