Three days had passed. Three days of constantly remembering that night at the club. The bloody scene. The smell of the blood. The sick bastard being so close to the only person that mattered to her. She wanted to puke thinking about how close he came to Anna.
The threats in his tone when he hinted Anna's silence was best. The wicked grin on his face as he turned to leave that day.
Sick was an understatement, the guy was insane. He was worse than a psychopath.
She wanted to run away. Yes, I could, she thought seriously considering it. I could go away for some time and then come back to my company. Three months should be enough for him to find someone else to torment.
Anna, she remembered he already met Anna. He'd no doubt take it out in her be
He stared at her in annoyance and a mixture of relief.What the hell was she thinking of being distracted the way she was. She could have gotten hit, just the thought of it unsettled him.This same girl he could’ve watched a man rape with a smirk on his face. This same girl he could no longer imagine his life without. He wanted her. Needed her. And that truck with the bastard behind it could’ve taken her away from him."Here, drink this." He handed a cup of liquid to her— the same mixture of herbs he’d given to her the first day she was here. "It’s the same from that day. It’ll help you relax."When she still didn’t make a move to collect it, he sighed, kept it on the table in front of her, and began to
At a point, he stopped and they went in a very fancy car that seemed to have been waiting for their arrival.She saw the longing in his face as some other man cane to handle his bike. At least he has feelings for something, she thought.Elena had fallen asleep during the drive and was awoken by a tap. She jerked up, rubbing the place she'd been tapped — by who she was certain was Gregory— in irritation.He chuckled maniacally, stepping out as a man in a black suit held the door open for him.Another suited man held the door open for her.As she stepped out she noticed they were many men in suit. White men, black men... Men of different and shapes. A
The landing was the most smooth Elena ever had. She took in large gulps of air in relief that they were finally on the ground. She'd always hate flying.She waited for instruction from him or a head nudge, all he did was unbuckle himself and strode past her.From the other segment, she knew his men in black stayed, the man that had held the door open for her walked out. "Ma'am, you may get down. I'll show you." He gestured for her to follow behind him.She wasn't in a place in her life to be awed, but she couldn't stop herself. It was beautiful.As soon as she'd stepped down from the jet, she struggled to keep her mouth from falling open in awe.The
He watched as his sisters and mother fawned over her after he'd told them she's his woman. When he'd seen she wanted to argue, he tapped the pistol he always had in his belt hook and she'd managed a small smile. They rushed to her asking her name, what country she was from, what language she spoke. His mum hadn't been easy to convince. She'd called him to the side while the girls led his woman into the house, but he'd always thought he was good in putting up an act when it involved Rebecca, his mum. Not today, he'd seen that, heard that when she asked what he'd done to the poor girl. He covered it with anger, telling her to let it go, then he walked inside. "Where is pops?" Gregory finally
Minutes after he was gone and she took a shower then dressed in a blue mid-thigh length short and a black polo —which a caramel-skinned woman had brought and that surprisingly fitted her.She sat on the bed, tired and at the same time irritated. Laying in the same bed the psycho was the last thing she needed. It was his bed. No, as inviting as it was, she didn’t so lay on it.But she knew she’d have to. After all the clothes she’d on was probably one of his companions or sisters. Everything boiled down to him, he was the reason she was in this in the first place.The knock came when her lids had already started to fall. Startled, she sprung up to her feet as the door opened, relaxing a bit when his redhead sister appeared."Hey, I was wondering if you were hung
The hot breeze matched his mood, unwanted. He hated been in a mood like he was in. He hated failing. He hated not doing what he wanted to do when he wanted to do it and he’d wanted to take down this woman. So bad.He’d had to come to ruin what he had right there. Him. The runaway son had to snatch what had already been given to him on a platter of gold. He foolishly saved his woman then ran away, okay. So what?It was okay, Seth told himself. He’d rise again."I’d find his puta again," he said to himself. "And when I do, nothing would save her from me. I’d devour her and not even the lion of a boy would save her."He looked down at his phone where he just got off from talking with his boss. He was angry, very angry. He’d called him all sorts of names and he kept quiet loy
Looking at her from the corner of his eyes as he drove, he smiled at the smug look she had on. No doubt he loved her as she was his mate, but he also liked her. At the funeral, she didn’t even try to feign sympathy and he admired that.It baffled him how naive and scared she was about his blackmail. Was she so scared of having the world know she killed a man in what was self-defense that she’d succumbed to blackmail without any evidence of what he’d seen? Then he remembered he didn’t blackmail her to come halfway across the world with him, he forced her here, for her safety but it still wastes her choice.Gregory thought it was amusing how she hadn’t even known what he had against her. The evidence still laid under the bed where she slept every day since she arrived in Italy. He kept it there for the fun of what it was, her laying on what her
The exhaustion that came from fussing with the contents in the Manila envelope had been more than enough to drain Elena to the point that she’d dozed off without knowing. Before slumber had consumed her, she’d weighed all her options of survival, chances of escaping, and opportunities to end the life of her abductor. She wanted an end to her misery and something told her she had only just started to live in it. In her sleep, she’d had dreams—what she’d prefer to call nightmares— of Gregory. At first, it was her in that old building, Luis forcing himself on her as she roared cries. And then she was no longer in the old building, she was on Gregory’s bed and Gregory replaced Luis. What irritated her even in the dream, was that her roars of cries were replaced, with moa