C30 You're wrong

Zack's POV

"The last confinement of the goods has been delivered," my right-hand man said as I stepped into the car with the chauffeur.

"Are you leaving already?" He asked and I nodded wordlessly.

"Why? I mean, there's still time, we had a month to finish the job and we're done in less than a week, wasn't the rest of the days to take a break?" He asked again, getting into the car with me.

"I've something more important waiting for me at home," I said and motioned for the driver to start the car.

The thoughts of a particular woman, the one who always had me on my toes, filled my thoughts as the car drove off to the airstrip.

"Has anything been happening at home?" I asked.

"No, there hasn't been much, the latest was that there was a ball yesterday and he was there with his wife,"

The mention of the word wife sent a jolt into my brain, a harsh reminder that she wasn't mine...

"Did anything happen, who was there with him?" I asked, and he pulled out his phone.

" Here's Mrs Holmes, and the woman beside him didn't have an invite but was let in because she was with him," he said, and I took the phone from him to stare at the picture of Sofia on the phone.

Beautiful, ravishing... gorgeous, I could only mutter to myself as my gaze darted back and forth between her body and the red dress on her.

She looked too perfect to be beside Alex but beside me. I stared closer, at her empty eyes, they seemed dead like the fire in them had been snuffed out. They weren't as sparkly as the defiance I saw in her eyes that night.

Something twisted in my chest.

I had expected anger—rage, even—but all I felt was an overwhelming urge to bring that spark back. To see her eyes light up with something real.

"She looks miserable," Caleb muttered beside me, confirming what I already knew.

Miserable. Trapped.

And yet, she was still standing beside him.

My jaw tightened, and I returned the phone, my fingers curling into a fist. "The woman beside him, she's his mistress," I said and he stared at the phone again.

"Get her busy with something, a murder, it shouldn't be hard to pull off," I ordered and he nodded, slipping the phone back into his pockets.

As the car rolled to a stop near the jet, I exhaled sharply.

"I'm going home," I said, more to myself than anyone else.

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The jets pulled up at the mansion and I stepped almost immediately, feeling the oddness of the house engulfing me.

It seemed way too silent, too quiet for what I expected.

Tension built in my body as I walked closer to the main house, my body tensing for no good reason.

And then my eyes caught a figure...red.

Her head was gripped by Alex as he dipped them under water. His mistress stood behind him, smiling at the actions playing out.

"Fuck!" I cursed, quickening my steps.

I watched as her head regressed to the cold tile, unconscious and I moved from just walking to running, catching her in my arms as he loosened his arms on her, throwing her into the pool.

"Who the fuck..."

"Zack—what are you doing here?" He asked, but I could only see the woman in my hands.

"I'm talking to you Zack, by the way, Sofia is not your business to take care of..." I stared at the limp unconscious figure in my hands and darted another look at Alex and his mistress.

"Take her to my room, bring the doctor over and make sure she's treated," I said and handed her unconscious frail figure to my right hand man.

"Why the hell do you think you can ignore me, Zack? Aren't you supposed to still be away for three more weeks?" He asked, pulling me back.

"Get your hands off me Alex," I warned.

"Or what, what are you going to do if I don't?" He retorted, pulling my shirt.

"Why the fuck did you pull her out of the pool?" He asked, I darted my eyes at his face. "Why did you have to get involved," He said and I finally couldn't take it anymore.

I pulled his mistress and threw her into the pool, hard enough for her head to hit the edge of the pool before drowning"

He moved to dive in after her, but I held him back, throwing a punch into his nose.

"What the hell did you just do?" He growled, throwing a punch to my face.

I dodged but not fast enough to go unscathed. His gaze darted to the red color that the pool turned to from his mistress' broken head.

I held him back, throwing a punch into his stomach... another into his jaw and a final one straight to his gut, knocking the wind out of him.

Alex staggered, gasping, his hands gripping his stomach as he struggled to stay upright. I didn't give him the chance. Grabbing him by the collar, I shoved him backward, slamming him against the cold stone of the patio.

"You think you can do whatever the fuck you want?" I growled, my voice dangerously low. "You think you can put your hands on her and walk away like nothing happened?"

His dazed eyes flickered to me, a mix of anger and fear flashing across his face. "She's mine, Zack," he spat, blood trailing down from his busted lip. "Not yours. No matter what you do, she will always be my wife."

My grip on his collar tightened as I fought the urge to snap his neck right then and there. "You're wrong." My voice was cold, controlled. "She stopped being yours the moment you decided to treat her like garbage."

He opened his mouth to retort, but before he could, I landed another punch—one that sent him sprawling to the ground, coughing and groaning in pain.

"Stay the fuck away from her," I warned, stepping back as Caleb appeared at my side. "If I ever see you lay a finger on her again, I won't stop at breaking your nose and I'll make sure that for every finger that you lay on her, that bitch pays for it," Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and headed inside.