CHAPTER 69: A NAME.

"All these threats, all these words about power, about fear... it doesn’t impress me. It doesn’t scare me. It just shows... how hollow you are inside." She once again smiled. It wasn’t that nasty, freaky one, no, it was a serious one, as she looked inside Joseph’s eyes. "How desperate you are to make people bow so you can pretend you’re something you’re not. You can talk about wiping out everything, your Cassian this, your Cassian that... and maybe you could. Maybe you could destroy people, organizations, lives... but do you know what that makes you? A coward hiding behind a name, because all your so-called power is meaningless without respect, without loyalty that isn’t born of fear from a legacy and stories not even true."

She said it well, and for the first time now Joseph understood that she was truly an intelligent woman, a woman who was acting... acting to be this whore, but in reality she was more than that, more than what she showed herself.

And what she said wasn’t true..... it is not just a name... but a name he became by killing everybody. By killing his own blood. That is the legacy he carries, that is why he is a Cassian, why he is the last one. It is not just a name he hides behind... he is the name.

"So tell me, standing over me like you own the world... does it make you feel better?" She continued. "Do you think that just because you’re a Cassian, just because you’ve been swallowed by the darkness, that you’re untouchable? That your words are chains I can’t break? No. You’re not untouchable. You’re a man afraid that someone, anyone, might look past the name and see the truth." She laughed up as she slapped her thighs. "And I... I don’t care about your name. You are just a man with a name and a legacy, nothing more. Killing people is not power, it’s not fearful for us, in the underworld, Cassian."

As she finished she slowly stood up and gently walked toward Joseph, each foot after another like a supermodel, and she reached out her hand, gently touching Joseph’s chin, and flicked it up to meet her eyes, those sharp ones.

"I have my own life, my own choices, my own fire. And no Cassian, no darkness, no shadow of death... can ever take that away." She smiled and then leaned in and gave a quick kiss to him. "Enemies are born today, Cassian." She said as she let his hand out as she turned to walk away.

"Yeah, enemies..." Joseph said as he slowly stood up too. "But Aisha... why would I let my enemy walk away from me?"

She immediately froze as she heard the question... because Joseph’s voice was low, but full with will, full with certainty and when she turned back, Joseph was aiming the gun at her.

Her speech about not fearing, about having her own fire... well, it didn’t last long.

"You know, when I said I can wipe you out in a second, it was true." He smiled as he switched off the safety with a click that went through Aisha’s body. "Outside there are six cars packed with people, with killers, with soldiers, and your little house with its little people can die within half an hour." He smirked. "Killing is not fearful... but your eyes, Aisha, why are they teared up? Why is your hand shaking in fists... why are you... scared?"

She could say nothing, though her lips parted away... she just stared down the gun, that smile on Joseph’s face... and she was truly scared and just... lost. Nobody had ever pointed a gun at her, nobody had ever raised a voice against her... everybody respected her, but now in front of him... a man stood who truly had nothing to lose, somebody who was not scared of what she might have.

How scary is that... to have somebody like this point a gun at you.

"I am—"

"I’m just joking, Aisha." Joseph interrupted her as he put the gun back to his waist. "A bad joke, I would say... though now I’m going to leave as your enemy, how sad is it, huh... maybe in the future we can have a nice talk, maybe even fuck... yeah maybe one day." He finished and with it he turned around and just left her in her biggest crisis, in her biggest stun.

What the fuck just happened, what the meaning of all of this... how the fuck did she get played...

Ah, it was tiresome... Joseph thought as he was walking out of the mansion, smiling at the bodyguard who didn’t even know that Aisha inside was having an emotional meltdown.

"It was fast." Pablo said.

"Yeah, thought let’s go quick because I just made another enemy..." He said as he immediately got into the car.

"What do you mean enemy?" Pablo asked as he hopped on too and saw that mischievous smile on Joseph’s face.

"She is not a witch." He looked in Pablo’s eyes as the car finally started moving. "Just a woman who has so much information that nobody stood up against her, fearing the press, the news, and everything else." He sighed. "She thought she had the upper hand, she thought she could have me, like a fucking player on the board."

"Player?" Pablo asked back.

"Yeah, she is manipulating a lot of men, blackmailing them to work for her, though she went over the edge with me." He shook his head. "She was naked, her pussy, her boobs out, she wanted to appeal to see if I’d fall for it or not, wanted to trap me, seduce me... but she failed miserably and she became the trapped one."

"Ohh, what do you mean by that?" Pablo didn’t understand what the fuck was happening, because well, he got a little stunned about the pussy part.

"She needs to decide to be on our side, or to be with those who will burn." He glanced at Pablo. "And well, I have a guess she will call us up soon."

"Huh... well in my case she got me pretty much... she said so many things I couldn’t even follow her, but she never really showed anything, like pussy..." Joseph could hear in Pablo’s voice that... jealousy maybe.

"With her you need to ask first, and follow up those questions with more things, so don’t let her say too much and if she says too much and wants to control it, then you play your ace card." Joseph explained.

"And what was your ace card?"

"That I will wipe her whole organization out..." He grinned at Pablo "And it worked."

"So you really threatened her... but isn’t that too risky?"

Yeah, in Pablo’s mind so far it is Aisha who is the most dangerous of all the enemies, exactly because of the information she has... she can spread it everywhere in the city, even in the country.

"It would be only a risk if you give a fuck about it... but Pablo, do we need to give a fuck about it?" Joseph spoke again but now he looked tired... more like a bit disappointed. "In my opinion no, the DSA is with us, or at least they are cleaning up for us, her information or whatever she has would not work when we have the biggest power with us."

"Yeah, that’s true... we don’t have to fear nothing." Pablo agreed with him.

"At least now, so we need to act on this, we need to be cocky with it, we need to be the little fuckers who are shitting under everybody’s nose." Joseph said.

A master plan to do whatever they want and to do it as quickly as possible. With the DSA covering them, they are untouchable in a sense, and Joseph wants to act on it without delay.

That’s why he did it with Aisha.

He knew that she couldn’t touch him with anything, because the DSA would delete everything and would censor everything, so in this way she could do nothing about him, an untouchable figure... and it would pressure her into siding with Joseph at least if it worked... and if it worked then they would have an ace card on their side, more like a joker with all the info she has.

Though there was one more very important question coming from Pablo. "So there was no sex huh?"

"No, just looking and she was acting freaky... though it was satisfying to some extent." He glanced at Pablo. "My dick was hard the whole time.... she’s beautiful everywhere." He laughed but told the truth.

"I bet that." Pablo laughed. "But this little relaxation trip went overboard huh, you just got more business done or half done."

"Yeah... well, tomorrow is the time for relaxation. We can at least see how people act, what they do, what will be their next steps... until then I just relax and am going to be a normal human... maybe I’m going to check out my eyes, and my body... I feel weak, really weak."

The one thing that was more important than everything else, was to check out his body, his health, maybe do a diet plan, or something like that, to pump up his body, because now under his clothes, he truly looks like a skeleton... an intimidating skeleton.

He’s weak, he feels tired even if when he only takes some steps, and the worst of it is that he has no hunger that much, and it’s all thanks to the prison meals, that molded bread and some water that he lived on, that was barely enough to not die of hunger, but was not enough to give him enough calories, carbs or anything else... and to be true, that’s why he was not even able to work out, to put on some muscle, because with meals like that every day he could have truly died if he just burned all of it off.

No, rather that he stayed silent and just sat, maybe sometimes he did pushups to remind his body that he still could walk, still could do things... and now that he is out, he needs to eat well, needs to get back all the weight, all the muscles he lost over the years.

To truly look like a badass motherfucker, so that’s what exactly happened the next day.