Capturing The Little Belle

Chapter 4

“ Attention ….., ” Davis shouted in a louder tone as the shiny long black car entered the knight's mansion. The car was surrounded on all four sides by other cars for protection.

Everyone was standing in the queue in a disciplined manner. The long black car was speedily moving in the direction of the backyard which was far away from the main lobby of the mansion.

Ashton was sitting in the backseat of the car, very eager to reach the Dungeon Hall. Finally, he was going to get some clue about the person who was behind the robbery incident. He was keen yet satisfied to know that the culprit wouldn’t be able to survive the torture and would tell something useful to him.

The car stopped outside the enormous black gate of the garden area that was situated outside the main entry closer to the backyard of the manor. This spot looks like heaven from the outside. leafy and beautiful with colorful flowers, the huge trees and the black boundary on all four corners of the garden area make it visibly attractive and unique, but beneath its ground, enclosed in the cemented barriers, some people desire to die, they have been caged there for years eagerly wishing to die or escape. Nobody knows what kind of pain or dirt this area is holding beneath it. This place demands blood and being here always means some kind of danger.

The mysterious garden is always kept surrounded by Ashton’s guards for protection. It was not publicly open for all workers and staffers of the mansion. Something was special about it, as the place is not as pure as it looks from the outside.

The gate was opened quickly by the guards when Ashton got out of the car. Everybody was looking scared, knowing that the boss had arrived, so it must be some special matter.

“ Sir……, ” Simon spoke in an obedient tone. He was standing there to receive Ashton closer to the gate. Simon is Ashton’s lion, the bravest and cruelest person. He is the leader of this mysterious place.

Ashton looked at him and a smear appeared on his face. There was an evil naughtiness in his eyes. The greyish balls were so enthusiastic to see the ones who tried to mess with him.

Simon was leading the way and Ashton was walking beside him. Ashton was walking calmly and suddenly stopped in the middle of the green grass as the faces started to appear in front of his eyes. The heads of the culprits were impaled on the long metal stakes, blood was dripping down from them, making the green color of the ground all red. The view was very terrifying and difficult to watch, but Ashton was standing there so serene and relaxed. He had lost all the sentiments a long time ago and now he was just a neutral personality.

After watching the scene to his heart suffice Ashton signaled Simon to progress further.

They were both walking forward and stopped as they reached the end of the garden where a huge decorated black wall appeared in front of them. To most people, it appeared to be a normal or random wall but it was unique. It is actually the entrance to the hidden basement of the garden.

Only a few special people in the mansion know about it. Simon pushed the button that was located at the discreet corner of the wall. The button is located such that it looks like an embellished piece of the wall.

The door opened and they entered the place. Ashton was smarter from the inception, nobody knows about his vulnerable points. Things appear to be very pure and normal from the exterior, but deep inside this mansion, it has many secrets.

He was the youngest among the mafia lords who reached this height in a short time. He was just 16 years of age when he first held a gun with his trembling hands. From that day his hands have never trembled again, his eyes have never shown the fear he had felt that day and his heart has never softened for anyone since that day. But there was something that kept him troubled from the start. something or someone, from which this all started. He had tried but he couldn't forget, he just couldn't forgive or forget anything. The feared face and the tiny hands that he once roughly tied still haunt him. It had been years, he hadn't seen those green eyeballs full of fear, but out of nowhere it was a repetitive memory that kept him alert about what he was hiding.

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“ Peter …. Come on, I know she has been telling you something…., ” Belle spoke in an annoyed tone. They were both walking towards their school. She was just curious about what was so important that Lucy had to discuss it with Peter. Why was she behaving so differently and distant?

Belle had been noticing unexpected visits that Peter was paying to Lucy in the past few days. She has tried many times to eavesdrop on what they were talking about but she has not got a clear point yet.

It was about some kind of foreigner that they were both discussing at that point, but before Belle could hear anything further Lucy spotted her standing at the corner of the door and changed the topic that they were discussing. At first, Belle thought that Lucy was behaving differently because of her sickness, but now she was getting mad about her behavior.

Peter had been helping Lucy with getting information about the foreigner. He had told Lucy that the mysterious man came here every week to get the harvested stuff from farmers as the soil of this land was the finest and well known around.

Lucy had convinced Peter that she needed a favor from him. She had told him that it might be her last wish and Peter was the only one who could help her with doing what was right for Belle. In about a few more days she might or might not be alive, but Belle would remain. She was not prepared yet to face the danger that was coming ahead. She is too young and needs sincere guardians around that could only be her parents.

Peter had promised Lucy that he would help her but he was also unaware of the story behind it, what kind of help Lucy was asking for, and what he had to do for it. The foreigner would pay the next visit to farmers in about two days and Lucy was patiently waiting for that day. The story about Belle's past was still a mystery that Lucy was holding inside. She just wanted to die peacefully without any guilt, the burden was heavy on her shoulders and its weight was getting unbearable for her. She was already confined to bed as the unnecessary movements were making it more painful for her to survive.

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Ashton was standing closer to the huge black window of his room. He was holding a glass of wine in his hand and was lost in deep insight.

The scar was coiled around his arm and they were enjoying the night view together. The lightning and roaring of clouds were at their peak.

Ashton's phone was vibrating repeatedly, the night was getting darker, and the continuous beeping of the phone annoyed him a bit.

The moment he looked at the screen, his face got solemn, he wasn't expecting anything strange from that side. The phone continued to vibrate and Ashton kept on staring at the number...............................