The Debt Collector
Chapter 10

Alex came home early and went to look for Saoirse. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He wanted to smash his lips on those pouty lips as soon as he got home. His body had been craving her all day. He went inside her room, but she wasn't there.

"Mindy!" he called the maid.

"Yes sir?" she ran up to him quickly and asked.

"Where is Suri?" he asked.

"Ms. Saoirse went to the garden, I think. I saw her going out the back door. She likes to spend time there and read sometimes," she replied.

Alex decided to go look for her. He saw Jeff standing by the door by himself.

"Alexander! You are home early?" he said.

Alex looked at him intently. Jeff looked slightly nervous. "Yes, I heard Suri went to the garden, so I will go look for her," he said. "Where the fuck is Anthony? Two of you supposed to be standing here, so where is he?"

"Eh..yeah...um Alex. I think I should tell you, Anthony went after her. I am not sure why. When I asked, he said he went to keep an eye on her. But I think you should check yourself. I wouldn't trust him alone with a girl. He is a man whore," Jeff chuckled.

Is that so? Something didn't feel right. Saoirse had been hanging out by herself for a week now without any type of supervision. She never tried to run away or cause any trouble, so he didn't feel it necessary to have his men watch her. What did Anthony think he was doing? And why did he care?

He stormed outside and headed straight for the garden. If Anthony laid a finger on Saoirse, he would kill him. He promised himself that.

Pretty soon, he spotted both of them. Rage fueled inside his brain as he saw Anthony's hand inside Saoirse's shorts. He was touching her. He saw red. Anthony was as good as dead.

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" he roared, causing Anthony to drop her on the ground. Saoirse didn't get up and just sat there, then continued to sob.

"Boss! I wasn't trying to do anything to her, I swear! This isn't what it looks like. I came to check on her to make sure she was alright," Anthony said quickly.

"Oh yeah? Well, it looks to me that you were putting your hand on my woman. I didn't ask you to give her a full-body search. Or are you saying my eyes are playing tricks on me?" Alex said, his voice was turning low and menacing. "Boss I..." Anthony started to say but paused as Alex took his gun out.

"Wait, you can't seriously kill me over some whore! I am one of your best men!" he exclaimed. Fear reflected in his eyes as he realized Alex was completely serious. He knew Alex never showed anyone mercy or gave them a second chance. "Who are you calling a whore, motherfucker?" Alex roared. "I brought her because she is mine, and I promised to protect her from a piece of shit like you!"

"I am sorry, Boss, I didn't know. Please don't kill me!" Anthony pleaded.

"I am afraid your time here has run

out, Anthony You touched what belongs to me. She is mine, and you dared to put your hand on her. I consider it a betrayal," Alex said. "And you know damn well what I do to people who betray me, so

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this

shouldn't come off as a surprise to you."

"B...but, I've gone to your other women, and you were okay with it!" Anthony said. "She is not just anyone," Alex whispered. "She is mine only."

"Boss, please don't!" Anthony cried out, but Alex pulled the trigger. Saoirse covered her ears and closed her eyes. She was still sitting on the ground sobbing. Anthony's blood splattered all over her face and her clothes. She had never seen someone get killed before. She hoped this was the last time she'll see it. How could Alex kill him so easily? Does that mean he could do the same to her?

Alex looked at the sobbing Saoirse. He wasn't thinking rationally. He felt like it was Saoirse who encouraged Anthony somehow with her allure in his twisted jealous mind. "GET UP!" Alex lashed out at her and screamed. She stood up immediately, trembling with fear.

Alex violently grabbed her by the throat. "Do you let my men fuck you when I am not around? DO YOU?" he cried.

Saoirse was shocked. What was he saying? How could he blame her for this?

"N..no...Alex stop...you are hurting me! It wasn't my fault!" Saoirse said in a choked whisper and tried to take his hand off of her throat. Her face was slowly turning blue.

"What about Anthony, huh? You let him touch you, you slut! Did you enjoy it? Did you like him better?" Alex snarled. He was blinded by rage.

"I...I... didn't. You are insane! P... please...it hurts. I can't breathe!" her voice was weak, her eyes looked like it was about to pop out of their sockets.

Alex's eyes softened as he saw her suffer. He let her go. The cloud in his brain suddenly cleared up. What the hell am I doing? He thought. Of course, this wasn't her fault. She fell to the ground and started to choke and cough. "Y..you, you hurt me," she whispered. Tears started to stream down her cheeks. She had a pained expression on her face. "You are a monster!"

Alex was overwhelmed with guilt. He

shouldn't have lost his cool.

Something snapped inside of him when he saw her being touched. He blamed her without thinking even though deep inside he knew she wasn't that kind of girl. He tried to pick her up, but she got up and backed away.

"NO! D.. don't come near me! Don't ever touch me again. I HATE YOU!" she cried and ran back inside.

Alex stood there motionless. He felt pressure on his chest when she said that. He never cared about anyone, so then why does it hurt to see her like this?