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The Hell I Care

Johnny's POV

After having my work finished on my laptop, I set it aside and leaned my head on the head rest. My head was throbbing with the usual pain I got during the overload of work. As always, my mind was not settling with the fact that I was going to have a peaceful success on the next deal.

Yeah I knew I always used think like this though every time everything went well, but old habits die hard.

Just as I was about to lie down on my back and drown into a deep sleep to relax my tense muscles, my phone -- which was on the nightstand -- started buzzing.

"Hey." My voice was quite but fitted the atmosphere nicely. And I bet I sounded tired as hell.

"Hi John." Lauren replied from the other side, her voice soft was like always. Sometimes I doubt even if she grew up or not for that tiny voice of hers.

"So, how's everything going on?" I lied down and just as my back collides with the bed surface, relaxation starts filling my body. Removing the tiredness which occurred from the whole day's work.

"Fine, what about you? I heard it from Maddie how much anti social you've become this days." I quietly laugh at her words.

"I'm good. Absolutely fine. Just a little stressed for work that's all." I couldn't help but let a yawn leave my mouth. "How's your work?"

"Guess what?"

"What?" I crossed question while rubbing my eyes, removing the droplets of water.

"I have an exhibition tomorrow." She chirped and I clearly could hear that excitement in her voice.

"That's amazing. I'm sure you'd do amazing." I smile to myself, knowing how much happy she is right now. She always puts her heart and soul in her drawings and paintings, so I definitely know that she'll do good.

"Also one more thing."

"Mhm?" I hummed, wanting her to go on.

"I'm coming back from Chicago this Sunday."

"Really? God, that's more amazing!" My voice went a bit louder than usual and she bursted into a laugh.

"When I'll be back, I have a surprise for you."

"Now what?" I asked, still the grin on my lips. This always had been a habit of hers from childhood, giving off surprises to everyone.

"Surprise is a surprise." She cooed.

"Okay, okay. But make sure you-"

"Have a safe journey right?" She cut me off and I could hear her smiling through the phone.

"Yeah."

"Okay, so I'll talk to you later. I've got tons of works to do for tomorrow. Wish me luck!" She cheered without loosing her excitement at all.

"Good luck and take care." I wanted to talk about something else but didn't protest as I was tired as hell and she obviously had her own work to do.

As I was lying down, closing my eyes, random thoughts were crossing my mind rapidly. Lauren will come and yeah really that's great. At last I can meet my little sister after all of these months. I told her to stay back at Toronto but her dream of being an artist just lured her to Chicago. I was really tensed at first to send her there; but I had to, how much more I will just treat her like a baby? She's growing up.

I opened my eyes as I got up. I was really stressed as hell for work. Why don't reduce it a bit?

I turned on my heel after getting down from the bed and made my way to the certain place. As I slowly entered the room by unlocking the door and let myself comfortable on the bed.

"Hey?" I quietly called which made her eyes flutter open. And when they found me sitting there, she almost jumped up in terror. Quickly backing off from me.

"Y-You? Get out!" She yelled, her voice was still low for the lack of energy she was suffering from.

"Do you remember last time what happened when you yelled?" I hissed with a deep voice as her face becomes more pale.

"S-Sorry, please don't."

The more I tried to get closer to her, the more she started to hide herself in the white sheets. Poor girl, not even aware of the fact that hiding herself in the sheets can make it much harder for her.

"Please don't do it again." She yelped.

"Sorry baby girl but you're here for it." I smiled at her, my hands fumbling with the buttons of my shirt.

"How l-long are you gonna keep me here?"

"It's my wish. Now will you be a good girl cause I'm way too tired? Or, I have to choose the different path?" I raised an eyebrow, waiting for her answer.

"I'm not going to have s*x with you!" She yelled. "No matter what you do."

I sigh. "You're not going to listen to me, are you?" I yanked her arm which caused her to yelp again, in pain. "Then probably like last time, you get it in the hard way.

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I turned on the shower and the hot water relaxed my muscles and head. It is indeed true that s*x reduces your stress.

Well, if I think a bit deeper, I actually raped. I didn't have any intention in these raping and stuff but this girl is different.

Mackenzie Frances Ziegler, one and only daughter of the CEO of the company, Ziegler's Inc . The Zieglers' always had problems with my Dad about business stuff.

My parents died in a road accident when I was twenty. My elder sister Maddie was married off and Darian; were engaged then. Also, as I was the only son, I had to start taking care of this business. Eventually, I also had to leave college.

Now, four years have passed, I expanded this business and now our company is in the best position. But after all of these years, when I learned that my parents' death wasn't any accident, it was all planned out. Also who was behind it?

Kurt Ziegler.

Kurt fired his assistant, Mr.Michael a few days back. Despite of him being too loyal to Ziegler he got fired because of a mistake. So I hired him for my company and got out all the dirty thing that asshole played in his whole life and how he turned my parents' life a living hell.

So, I of course won't let that person stay at peace who killed my Mom and Dad.

Then I found out Mackenzie was his one and only daughter and he had nobody else as his wife left him with another guy.

As this girl is only eighteen, it was pretty easy for me to kidnap her. Well, I didn't kidnap her, I just somehow got access to a human trafficking group by whom I made her kidnap and they auctioned her. I was the one who actually bought her, to make sure she doesn't understand that I'm behind all of these. I don't want people or police to understand that I kidnapped her, I couldn't risk that.

I don't think she can do anything if she even gets to know that I'm behind it. Cause nowadays, teen agers have zero interest in business stuff as a result, she doesn't even know who are the Orlandos'.

It had been three days since I brought this girl home. Her Dad has already gone crazy for his daughter. God, I can't describe how much I'm loving to play the game.

There's also a benefit that I got a full time submisssive for myself. And it's also really easy to handle a teen ager.

Next morning, after having a peaceful sleep, I saunter to Mackenzie's room. Deciding to check her up.

I shut the door behind me as I step into the room. After what happened last night, I didn't even untie her also she seems so badly hurt. Well, I never had any intention in tying her but it was her fault that she didn't behave.

I went to her and started untying her rope and as I was about to finish doing so, she opened her eyes.

"Y-you again?" I could see that fear trembling in her eyes as she sits up, her body was bruised for why she couldn't function fast but still she managed herself to hide underneath the sheets as she sunk deeper into the bed.

"Well, yeah it'll always be me." I put up her clothes from the floor, passing it to her. "Now get dressed and when I'll bring food, just eat. Don't try to oversmart me like last time."

I was about to leave until she stopped me. "But why are you doing all of these?" She asked for maybe like the hundreth time.

I put on a fake smile on my lips. "Baby, don't worry. You'll get the answer soon." And soon can be thousand years too, right?

Tears flows down her cheeks and I understood she was really that much of a weak person. "Do you know how much it hurts?" She looks up at me, probably wishing if she could cut me with her gaze. "Do you even care to know?"

"Well," I put a stop on my sentence and shake my head in the negative. "I don't think so I have enough time to waste thinking how much a girl suffers after a rough sex."

"You f*****g raped me!" Suddenly, her voice becomes higher and I narrow my eyes at her.

"Told you not to shout, didn't I?" I let out a deep voice and she couldn't but let more tear run down her cheeks. "And the thing about raping?"

She stares at me with her eyes glazing with hatred and anger, but still there was a shade on her face as if she wants me to continue. "The hell I care." I leave the room, not forgetting to lock it.