C4 Clara

"Make peace with your brothers; especially your twin brother Alejandro and do not let your need for revenge cloud your common sense" Silas remembered the last thing his dying uncle Benjamin told him as he drove to the airport. His uncle had requested him and his brothers presence at his villa as he had something to tell them before he joined his ancestors. He wasn't really close to his uncle Benjamin, he only knew him from his adoptive father. Silas felt really bad because he wasn't going to honour the dying man's last wish for he was too busy to do that.

He didn't even want to make peace with his brothers, for he didn't care about them. He'd been living his life since childhood, since his parents divorce and their family's separation without his brothers so he planned to live it that way.

He had a lot on his plate right now. He had to fly all the way to his uncle's villa because his dying uncle made that request and he couldn't turn it down. If he had known that his brothers were going to be there too then he wouldn't have come. He didn't want his 'reunion' with his brothers to bring in any mawkish emotion that he'd trained himself not to feel for these past few years.

Right now as he drove to the airport, he had more pressing matters that demanded his full attention.

He got a message from his men saying that they had captured Clara and she was locked up in their dungeon right now.

At first he didn't believe them but later did after they sent a picture to him. Now he rushed to get on the next flight back to his villa.

An hour later, his flight touched down in his city and he rented a car and drove speedily to his villa to go and see Clara.

Lo and behold there she was... Tied up on his dungeon, looking all small and vulnerable. He had her right where he wanted her.

He replayed this moment in his head for three years. The day Clara would walk back into his life. The things he'd say to her. If he'd be the mighty, unfeeling mafia don who everyone feared or he'd be the man who was once very much in love with her.

He was the only child of his adoptive parents, the only heir to Gonzalez mafiadom. After his parents divorce when he was five, he was picked up by his uncle Romano Gonzalez and adopted. His uncle who turned out to be his father was a mafia don. He was the only Gonzalez who owned a mafia cartel and he wanted to pass it on to Silas.

Silas lost his adoptive mom to a sickness when he was eight years and he became exposed to the mafia way of life when he clocked thirteen. His dad would take him on heists and on a murdering spree. He was made to watch his dad kill a man, when he was fourteen. His dad made sure he didn't look away as he shot the man to death. Then his congratulated him, saying that he had passed the first test to become a mafia don.

He did everything his dad asked because he wanted to make his dad proud of him.

When he turned twenty, he had become a true gangster and his dad's pride.

Even though he had a legacy ahead of him, he still went to college.

He was getting ready to graduate, when he heard that his dad was murdered.

That was when his world fell apart.

The news of his dad's death rocked him to the core and left him craving for vengeance. He took over his dad's business and became a don after he found out that his dad was killed by a powerful mafia family.

The Roccos.

His family had been feuding with the Roccos for three generations. The wars were habitual between them and so was the competition and finally, they succeeded in killing his dad.

His dad had met with the don of the Rocco family without any protection or capos to accompany him.

And they had an argument which led to them killing eachother. His dad died from a stab injury while the Rocco's don died from getting shot by his dad.

His dad's death resulted in him ruling the mafia with an icy fist. He was shut out from the world. He didn't care about anyone or anything and he killed anybody who didn't do as he asked.

Everyone who heard about him feared him. He was called "The Dastard Silas" because of his exorbitant tyranny.

He was a devil until he met her.

It was at a ball where her slim yet curvy figure in a black shimmering dress caught his attention.

Her fiesty and unexpected calm unravelled his stone cold resolve and burrowed deep into his skin.

He and Clara were together for seven years, until he found out that she was the daughter of Fredrik Rocco. The don who was responsible for his father's death and the mafia family which he had been feuding with. Clara was the daughter of the mafia family which he planned to destroy.

He hadn't known this because Clara told him that her last name was Dermot. She told him she cut ties with her family and changed her surname and they just dropped the subject after she came up with a lame excuse of why she cut ties with her family.

He became torn between my feelings for her. He didn't know what to do with what he found out about her and he knew he had to decide but before he could do so, Clara disappeared from his life without a clue of where she could be found or a goodbye.

He was furious when he found out that she'd left him. It felt as though she saw this day coming and planned ahead.

He wasn't ready to stop loving her when he found out her identity, he wanted to delay his vengeance for her sake but her sudden departure from his life broke something in him.

It felt as though she approached him bearing a purpose in mind.

Probably to rip his heart out from his chest and trample the life out of it.

He felt disgusted and disappointed with myself for letting the daughter of his enemy distract him but he still searched for her. His men searched. He searched but there was no trace of Clara. It was as though she changed her name and location so he wouldn't find her.

But then he later did. His men found the woman he once loved and brought her to him. And he wasn't going to let her off easily, until he was done meting out her punishment.

Not a day went by when he didn't think about Clara after she left. Her deep blue eyes holding his gaze in a captivating way, her provocative sashay towards him, her warm arms around him, her slender legs wrapped around his waist when he dug deep into her, every freaking thing about her including her deception. He forced himself not to pine over her as he found himself morphing back into The Dastard Silas.

Who knew he was going to find her like this after three years?

My men had told Silas that they found Clara, while they went on an assignment he gave them, running from some men who chased her. Then they quickly caught her, knocked her out and took care of the men that chased her?

Silas wondered why people were suddenly chasing her. Did she find another man to deceive, right after she left Silas? Well, that wasn't his concern right now.

The Clara who he had seen not too long ago looked like a different person. Her black hair contained purple strands. She had fuller lips and above all... purple eyes.

Her eye colour wasn't purple when she was with him, three years ago and that was strange. She looked smaller than the last he saw her and she behaved like she didn't know him. When he spoke to her, he couldn't detect any trace of guilt in her gaze. He only detected fear.

Had she forgotten him or was she just playing coy?

He would have to find that out later, because now, he had plans for the both of them.

He wasn't going to give her the chance to leave him again because she would be bound to him forever.

He was going to make her hate him in such a way that she would want to leave him again and again but wouldn't be able to.

He felt a smirk form on his lips as he couldn't wait to execute his devious plan.