It was a Sunday evening, a perfect day off for me. I was expecting him to show up or do something again but surprisingly he didn't. I was on my way to go outside when my dad's second-in-command stopped me and asked me to go to my dad's office.
I entered his office and he was sitting there busy reading some papers.
"You asked me to come?" He didn't even look up to acknowledge me. "I am going to meet few important clients and you are coming with me," He was ordering me again like a bastard dad he is to me. I don't get it like why all men around me always want me to listen to them and do whatever they want.
"I have my plan today I cannot make it today. " And he gave me a sharp look. "I didn't ask you that you have plans or not it's an order and you are coming," "What makes you think that way?" I snapped at him.
"You want to be locked here for days?" He knows what I hate the most and it is being caged. I grinded my teeth, keeping my seething anger to myself.
"Fine," I turned on my heels and left his office of course after slamming the door of his office hard. One day I'll destroy him and then I don't have to take orders from him.
I went back to my room and chose a revealing dress for myself because that is what he exactly wants, to show me around.
It was a silver color backless with halter neck whose hem just ended at my mid thighs. It was hugging me at right places giving my figure a curvy look.
Perfect!
I went for a dark shade of red lipstick with a winged eye liner, my favourite bracelet and pair of silver sandals.
We left for one of the five-star hotels which is owned by Pirus that is name of our mafia. There were already three men seated waiting for us, the whole floor was booked for today as there were only people from mafia dining, every person there were armed.
I could see the staff working there was scared because anytime anyone sitting there could decide to fire and this place will be a pool of blood.
I took a seat next to my father uninterested in the business he was here for. Drinks were served with starters and I studied the whole place, I noticed that there were people from other mafia gangs too and then for a second I thought that can he be here too?
I tossed the thought of him being here with the glass of vodka in my hand but then that strange feeling hit me, the feeling of being watched by pair of the same blue eyes, the feeling of being stalked by him, I could make out he was sitting behind me as that was the only seat I didn't had a look at.
"Olivia, Mr. Wilson is asking for your name," And I realised I zoned out. I gave a quick fake smile and he took my right hand so that as usual he can kiss on the back of my hand and we could exchange the pleasantries.
The food was served and everyone was eating and discussing some boring stuff. I had to excuse myself as I wasn't liking this feeling of being watched.
"I'll use the restroom," I excused myself and turned. He was sitting there with a glass of whiskey in his hands and his eyes on me, he was totally uninterested in the convoy he was there for, I ignored him and went straight away to the aisle that leads to the washroom and I heard footsteps following me, what the fuck is wrong with him, is he not scared that what will happen if my dad's men will find him around me.
I ignored him and quickened my steps only to be stopped by him. He pulled my hand and pushed me inside the men's washroom.
What the fuck is wrong with him?
Thankfully there was no one inside excepts us. He locked the door from inside and pinned me against the door and my back felt the hard wood against it with our body’s inches away from each other. I noticed his sharp jaw lines and how handsome they make him look. I was seeing him after four days he had scruff grown on his face, his scruff made him look sexier.
His breathing was hard and he seemed pissed but why? Don't tell me he is going to bring what I told him last time again.
"Let me go, I need to use the washroom," He didn't move a bit instead inched closer diminishing the distance between us.
"Miss. Vitalio no doubt you are looking sexy as fuck and I won't mind fucking you the way you deserve," His sinful voice with the scent of whiskey. He stopped and my breathing hitched with every single word he was saying.
And he continued, " But you know what I'm a territorial man and of course I won't like someone seeing my girlfriend in something so revealing. "
A possessive jerk.
"I will wear whatever I want," i snapped back. He was more pissed. He had a smirk on his face and declared victoriously, "Of course you can but only in front of me."
What was wrong with him, why he is acting like I belong to him. Without saying another word, he took my right hand and shoved it in front of the running tap. " What the hell are you doing?" He didn't let go of my hand and I knew my protests were of no use, his hand was rough and too big for my little ones.
"Don't let fuckers kiss you randomly for no good reason." Wait was this the reason he was pissed. He continued rubbing the back of my hand and dried it with the tissue.
"Stop acting like.." before I could complete he cut me off saying," You didn't understand me when said that be my girlfriend. Did you? No worries I'll tell you. " He pulled me closer with his eyes on my lips and fingers lightly brushing my bare back, "It means you belong to me and only I can see you, touch you and," He came closer with his lips almost touching my ears and continued," taste you."
His words should have infuriated me but they were turning me on. I need to think straight and compose myself.
His face came back again in front of mine. I was unable to form words to say anything to him. He was the devil dawn in the clothes of angel, you can't be drawn to him by his words.
His thumb came up to trace my jawline and he made me look into his eyes.
"You are mine, Miss Vitalio." And it was the devil telling me that I can never belong to anyone else but only him.
I heard my dad's bodyguard calling for me, they must have thought that what's taking me so long but I can't exit from men's washroom that to with him.
"They are looking for me," What was wrong with my voice why was it so soft. He ignored what I said to him and said, "You said that you will never be my pet,"
No, no why he is bringing this topic again.
I waited for him to continue. "Trust me when I say it you will happily be my pet and I'll make sure you enjoy being one for me" And he was done. He gave me a one last look and left me there with my throbbing core.
I was certain about one thing that I am not going down alone, I will take him with me. I took long strides and blocked his way making sure he doesn't unlocks the door. He lifted one of his brows, confusion evident in his eyes," what are you upto Miss Vitalio?" "You think I'm letting you go through this door," I stated. I didn't find anything wrong in what I said but my words sounded amusing to him. He chuckled and took a step back, crossed his arms and continued," then how about you tell me if there's any other exit because I have business to do here unlike you," not only he was laughing at me but also mocking at the fact that I had no reasons to be here. It was a direct insult, no wonder he knows how to push my buttons. I pressed my lips together and tried to reason out with him. "See, it will be a problem for us if they see you and me together. " And trust me the reply he gave I felt like stuffing his mouth with all the used toilet papers. " Problem for us? It will only be a p
I backed off and looked at him with a satisfactory smile on my face, drop of his blood at the corner of my lips. He inched closer to me entering my personal space, my eyes studying his moves. I thought he'll take it as a warning but I was wrong. He brought his thumb to wipe the blood off my lips. The moment his roughness touched the smoothness of my lips my heart skipped a beat. It was a simple move yet it had an electrifying effect on me and the next thing which he did was the last thing I expected. He sucked on his thumb. "You should have told me that you were hungry for my blood. If it makes you feel better you are free to do it anytime," He said nonchalantly as if he didn't know I bit on him to hurt him. He is the only person who manages to make me feel things and piss me off simultaneously. Of course I can't win against him but I'll not leave this golden opportunity too. "You are right I am hungry," And this time without a warning, I pulled him closer by his collar with our
I kept on aiming blows in his directions but he didn't even flinch, he threw me in the passenger's seat like a rag of doll, took his driver's seat and ignited the engine. The car purred into life and there was no running back from where he was taking me. My dad was out for business so, there was no chance he'll care about my whereabouts. "Put on your seatbelts," He said while his focus was on the road. Always ordering me around. "What a fucker," I muttered under my breathe. "Don't think I can't hear you," Was I really that loud. I thought to myself. "I can read lips," I rolled my eyes at his confession. I looked out while he was driving as his face was the last thing I wanted to look at. No doubt he is handsome but looking at him reminds me how he tries to control me everytime. "Can you tell me where are you taking me Mr. Amuso?" I asked him but he ignored answering me. I felt like wringing someone's neck and I wish I could make him that someone. My eyes fell on his calm and com
WARNING:THIS CHAPTER HAS VIOLENCE.Something didn't feel correct, I was having binocular vision, dark around the edges, two circles of vision in the center then darkness flooded in. I woke up with my head on the side of something hard. Where am I?I was having a throbbing ache in my head making it difficult for me to think straight, memories of the ball night flashed and I realized I was drugged and fell unconscious but what happened after? My breaths were shallow, time had passed but how much? I had no clue about it. My reactions were slow, I was aware of my surroundings but I felt like I'm heavily drunk.I wanted to run, and call for help but nothing worked. I felt motionless, my body felt heavy and doesn't matter how hard I tried, I wasn't able to move even my finger. What did that fucker add to my drink? A million thoughts crossed my head about the possibility of being brutally assaulted and no one will ever know. After lying there for minutes, I realised I was seated in a car's p
"Mam, please wake up, mam..," my eyes snapped open at the voice of someone continuously calling for me. I was in a cold sweat, paranoia taking over due to the loss of the familiar soothing cologne. I rub my eyes to fully awaken myself and realized I was in my car. Standing in front of me like two giant pillars were my dad's bodyguards. "Mam, are you okay?" How did I end up in my car, I forced my body up to look around and my car was parked a few meters away from the property? The guards helped me out of the car, "Mam, why were you sleeping in your car?" They asked."I was drunk so..," I realized they don't need to know everything, I handed my car keys to one of them saying, "I'll go to my room,""Mam.," I cut them off as I was in no mood of chatting. Why did he not wake me up before leaving? Maybe I should have thanked him but none of this would have happened if he would have not taken me with him in the first place. Wait! Olivia were you thinking of thanking him, from when did you
The warm water cascaded down my skin leaving goosebumps all over my body, I soaped myself getting rid of everything and everyone at once.This sensory restriction was like an extended brain blink. It cuts the outside world and ideas bubble up into awareness. Ideas to kill people by being right under their noses. A faithful dog biting his owner, do you know why because the owner snatched its most precious thing. I stepped out of the cubicle and saw a new Olivia who was ready to bring down the monster, wrapping myself in a towel I stepped into my space, and picked a bandeau neckline with elegant fold-over detailing on the cream crop top and paired it with petite wide-leg cargo trousers in beige. I tied my hair in a neat high ponytail highlighting my sharp features, I went for light makeup with dark lipstick and sneakers. Hiking my tote bag on one of my shoulders, taking my car keys and of course gun, I was ready to leave.It was almost midday when I descended downstairs the room was cl
His warmth engulfed me, the hem ending mid-thigh covering my upper body perfectly. I should be thanking him but I can't as he forced his clothes on me and I can't be thankful for his dominance."If you are done then I'll be leaving honey," I said as if sugar-coating the poison on my tongue and pulled myself away from him. I dashed out of the store without giving him a last look but what I didn't expect was for him to follow me silently. What's up with him? I looked at the sky, it seemed like floodgates in the sky have been opened and no one is there to close them back up, I covered my head and started sprinting towards my car completely ignoring his presence behind my back. I walked towards the parking and my eyes lit up seeing my Bentley, my eyes rose from the ground and came to a halt. It was parked at the same place where I left it but its tires were slashed open. I stood in shock looking at my car. It's my mother's car, it was like my baby, my closest thing, taking me away from
He dropped me at the exact place where my car was parked in the morning, I stepped out of the car and our eyes locked for the last time. There is something about the intensity he looks at me. I nodded my head and he simply stared at me, his eyes never leaving mine. I turned on my heels, the beautiful moon shone high in the sky like a queen on her throne, and the atmosphere reigned in calmness and quietness. The mansion that has been my home felt foreign, I saw two guards guarding the entrance and, I gracefully walked towards them. In silence declaring that none of them is capable of caging me. This mansion has seen blood more than rain, the screams of people will echo if you listen in silence, each wall has heard a murder story and if you dig you'll find corpses more than a graveyard can have and one day this mansion will witness one more murder of; the monster. "The boss wants to see you," I knew it was coming, I nodded my head and strode towards his office. I was on my way and I