Mia’s POV
To say I was surprised that I saw another morning will be the greatest understatement that I could ever make in my entire life.
After all, there had been no hesitation from the dark stranger and his men in killing off the man I was forcefully made to marry, so I had thought that he was just keeping me and prolonging my suffering for sadistic reasons before he’d finally ended everything with a bullet in my head that same night.
I’m not sure if I’m just twisting up the situation or reading too far into it, but the most important thing to me right now is that I was still breathing the same air as everyone else.
As time passed, I tried not to think about my family too much, especially my mom.
After all, my sister wouldn’t even be bothered too much about me, especially with the way she literally abandoned me to take her horrible fate, and my father will probably be more worried that he had lost an important business partner and friend from the death of Mr. Romero, rather than focus on the fact that I had been kidnapped at all.
When I thought about all these things and realized that the only two people in the world who were supposed to care about me– Maeve, and my father, had acted as if they could easily walk over my corpse without feeling the slightest twinge of guilt, it broke my heart tremendously.
But I didn’t get to leave in these sober moments very long because I was always on high alert and walked on eggshells.
It felt like the dark stranger had eyes on me 24/7 and everything I did was being watched and monitored. I was so cautious with everything as if I was expecting somebody to press a cold metallic gun onto my head the moment I made the slightest mistake.
Then again, I didn’t know what to expect, and that was exactly what made me extremely scared. I was given a room that was quite tastily furnished, and even though my father was wealthy I felt like I was stepping into another world when I was being led through the mansion to the room that would serve as mine.
He was the one that brought me there personally even though he had a dozen other people or more at hand who could have done that for him. As he walked me to the room, he walked behind me and had told his men to stay back. The hallway which we had walked through had nobody in sight.
That would have been the best time to run down to the end of the hall…
If I was badly looking for a way to end my existence, then I’d have attempted to blindly run down that hallway.
But, I knew better.
There was a way he walked behind me with such effortless confidence and power that I might as well have been on a leash because I felt just as caged and restricted going only where he wanted me to.
When we finally got to the room, my jaw had fallen open. It looked like an executive suite in a five-star hotel rather than a regular room.
Why was he giving me such an expensive-looking room?
I thought that he was going to lock me up in a sort of dingy storage room until he finally figured out what to do with me.
The best that I was even expecting was probably a basement.
But this? It was even 10 times better than my room back at home. That must mean that this guy is probably far wealthier than my father.
It was then that I realized that I didn’t even know his name.
“Oh my gosh, this place is so beautiful, thank you!” I had squealed with excitement, totally forgetting my situation for a few seconds, and then my cheeks colored in mortification when I glanced back at him to see his lips set in a thin line.
“I don’t like noises.” He had flatly said and I felt like crawling into a hole and hiding away forever. I awkwardly mumbled an apology and avoided his gaze pointedly.
I was pressing the duvet on the king sized bed, musing about how it’s feels like clouds under my fingers, right before he suddenly grabbed my wrist and spun me around as if I had been the weight of a feather, and before I knew it, my back was being pressed against the duvet, and then he was hovering over me with his two arms planted at the sides of my head.
His blue eyes seem to be slicing through me as if he was looking for the answer to a question that could not be easily formulated into words, and now that I’m getting a closer look at his face, I realized just how dangerously handsome he was.
But also dangerously dangerous.
He was danger in human form.
Moments later, I felt something hard and long pressing against my thigh as he came closer to me without saying a word and I let out a terrified screech.
“Please don’t shoot me!”
I pleaded with him, realizing that I was practically trapped beneath him, and that realization made me dizzy with dread.
His jaw was clenched as he spoke.
“… And when did I say anything about shooting you?”
He sounded annoyed as if what I had said was completely ridiculous.
“I was feeling something hard in your pocket against my- my… and I’m guessing that your gun, isn’t it?”
The hardened look on his features immediately softened up and then his smirk ran up the side of his face until it almost reached his ear before he spoke.
“Don’t panic, it’s not my gun but I guess you can call it a different kind of weapon…”
“A different kind of weapon?” I repeated after him dumbly, feeling completely clueless and absolutely hating it. I was still extremely worried since I didn’t know what this supposed weapon was, but also relieved that he said he wasn’t going to hurt me.
He looked down at me and then took a strand of my long hair.
My breath stuttered in my chest when he inhaled it before twisting it in his fingers and looking down at me, a scowl forming on his face as he spoke.
“You know you’re not supposed to be this innocent, right?”
I was still not sure of what he was talking about, and I was sure the confusion I was currently feeling was starkly painted across my face. My heart was still racing from the close proximity of our current situation.
Then he leaned closer and whispered in my ear.
“I won’t let you get away for making me feel this way.”