KADEN'S UNDERWORLD CHOSEN QUEEN

CHAPTER FIVE

KADEN'S POV

I sat outside in my garden trying to read a file that didn't want to be read. Almost every line reminded me of her. My firecracker—I hadn't even gotten her name. It was a month now, and I still couldn't get her out of my head. She clouded everything. My waking hours, my sleeping hours. My rest hours. So much that she was also in my dreams—lol, that beautiful smile of hers in her face.

The men I had given a task came to me in the garden, bowing. "We found what you asked for, Don." They said in unison, handing me files, which I took with a stoned face, not trying to show my worries and longing for a woman that had likely forgotten about me.

I looked through the files, finding out where she lives and all about her family. I was about to close the files when something caught my eye. About her father's name.

Erik Scott.

Her father owes me a great deal of money and hadn't paid it back. He had been asking for mercy every time his deadline elapsed, but not anymore. I had decided to put an end to him by the end of this month if he didn't pay back.

But reading this, a smile spread across my lips as a plan set itself into motion inside my head. Perfect motion.

I gathered men as we headed for her house. When my car pulled up in front of his house and he caught a glimpse of us, he wanted to run and hide. But my men caught him on time.

"Seeking to hide from the person who has continuously shown you mercy?" I asked him, my face stone cold as I straightened my suit.

His voice was slurred, and he spoke. "I'm sorry." He apologized, bowing to me.

I nodded. "You should be. But don't worry. I'm not really here for my money. I'm here for something else."

"Something else?" He asked. "Like...?" I shot him a glare that told him to shut up.

"I'm sorry." He apologized again, bowing continuously as he led us into his home. I looked around as he showed us where to sit. Which we did. She wasn't here, but that didn't stop me from making the offer I had come to make. "What way can I be of help to you, Don?" He asked, still shaking from my unexpected visit.

"You owe me." I glared and said to him. "A huge sum of money." The door opened as she walked in, throwing away every speech I had laid out for this visit into the mud. But something wasn't right. She held a walking stick. Has she gone blind?!

I turned to her father in a cold rage, what I had read about him came to my mind like a video. How he always beat her up, used vulgar comments on her, and treated her like she wasn't worth love and being taken care of. Just by reading the articles, it took me a lot to come here, sit down, and have a peaceful chat with him. Talk more of now that she walked in.

I wanted to hug her. To embrace her, I wanted to give her a better life. Which was what I was about to do. So I continued what I was saying.

"You owe me a large sum of money." The man shook at those words, keeping his face to the ground. "I want my payment." I said to him, making her look confused.

"But the grace period isn't over," he said to me.

"Just how many grace periods have I given you, Erik?" I asked him, making him zip his mouth. "Except...." I continued. "I want something else as repayment." He looked up at me with interest. "I want your daughter as my payment." I said to him.

"I'm not a tool you can own," she said to me from where she still stood, clutching her stick.

"Shut up." Her father snarled, making me snarl at him too before he looked at her. "You're of no use to me anyway." He mused.

"Father please." She tossed her stick to the floor, crawling to him. I know you hate me, but please, father. I barely know him—a complete stranger. What if he has bad intentions?"

Bad intentions? I f*cked her the first night I met her. If I had any bad intentions, I would have carried them out a month ago.

"I have no bad intentions towards you." I almost blurted but kept my demeanor as it was.

"It's of no use, Winter." Her father spat. "You're going with him, and that's f*cking final."

"Father please!" She cried out. "You can't do that! Please!"

Winter. I learned her beautiful name from the file I got on her, and the id*ot failed to mention she was partially blind.

Poor thing. Poor, poor thing. I feel sorry for her.

He turned to me. "She's all yours."