“Let’s go.”
Simultaneously, we opened the car door and stepped out. My eyes proceeded to roam over the familiar building whilst Kasan and his men went ahead inside.
Unlike the first time when I came here, it didn’t seem so welcoming. Though at the time it was pretty late out and I was busy kissing the life out of him, I’m still sure the place wasn’t like this.
The few potted flowers growing outside were hidden by the bloodied clothes thrown atop them and the walkway that lead up to the front door was littered with food boxes, cans and bottles… You could say that in such a short time, it became a dumpster instead of a house.
But whatever… even if there was a big gorilla in front of me or some alien space ship speeding towards me, I don’t think it would’ve been enough to faze me. The only thing that keeps getting on my nerves, is the fact that I’m now someone’s ‘possession’. Not just anyone’s but the man who practically just beat my father half to death.
How wonderful!
I feel heavily disgusted to think that I actually kissed him and liked it… well to be honest ‘liked’ would be an understatement… I loved it. And not to mention the fact that I had mind-blowing sex with him once.
Eew!
How could I not know that he’s a Mafia boss? I mean, nobody even approached him at the club, let alone looked at him. And even his tattoos said it all! I should’ve been sensible enough to decipher that he was someone of power, someone who could ward off whoever saw him with that strong sense of fierceness he has with him.
But I was too greedy to notice it… wayyy too greedy.
Evading tripping over anything, I scrunched up my nose and headed towards the open door. It was then that I was finally close enough to hear the sounds of cheerful chatter mixed in with full blown laughs.
“… I locked his son in and got rid of the big-mouthed old guy!”
“You should’ve seen his face when he saw us! He kept pleading that he had nothing to do with it.” Loud laughter erupted in response to the apparent joke.
“Please tell me you shot that lying fucker in his mouth!” … That was undoubtedly Kasan’s excited voice.
“Hell yeah! Three times actually, but Jason sliced him up a little fir-” A blonde tried to add to the conversation but once I stepped inside and my presence became known to them, his sentence stopped midway.
I looked around slowly. It felt weird to be back at this place. Not because there were approximately twenty guys in the room, but because this is more than likely the first time I’ve returned to a guy’s place after having a one night stand.
“Who the hell?!” Exclaimed the blonde. I darted my eyes over to him. Has he never seen a girl before?
“First time seeing a girl?” I voiced my thought nonchalantly and he furrowed his brows in response, seeming quite taken aback by my question. “And just so you know… killing an helpless old guy isn’t really something to be proud of,” I remarked lazily, stuffing my hands into the pockets of my sweatpants before continuing, “Being proud of yourselves means you’ve done something outstanding. If killing the helpless is what you call outstanding then you’re pretty much amateurs in this business.”
Frankly, I didn’t have to mention that… or even speak at all. But I am annoyed. And when I’m annoyed, I happen to want to burst everyone’s happy bubble for no particular reason.
… Including people who I don’t even know.
Apparently my words were too harsh because the room went dead silent. My eyes wandered over the men in the room and I raised an expectant brow to prompt a reply, but nobody voiced their thoughts, they just stared.
“What? Did I say something wrong? I admit, I’ve killed dozens of dimwits… but never have I boasted about it. You guys were acting like you deserve a gold medal or something.”
“What did you just say!?” Kenley was the first to scream at me.
“Who is she!? How the hell did she even get in here!?” The blonde jumped off the table top and grabbed the gun that was settled beside him as he looked me up and down.
His nostrils were flaring and his eyes were bulging out of their sockets. I presume he’s offended?
“What? You don’t agree?” I crossed my arm over my chest and tsked. He thought he could scare me off with that ape-looking expression he has on his face? Ha!
“I can already tell that you won’t live a long life, blonde.”
At that point, Kasan seemingly saw the need to reach around and grip my arm, pulling me forward so I stood beside him. I looked over at him with a glare, only to be puzzled as to why his expression had suddenly become extremely stoic.
Didn’t I just hear him laughing along with these nonsensical men? Or did I mishear it?
“Boys meet Clara, your new Donna.”
I blinked, my face mirroring the same dumbfounded expression everyone else’s displayed. I wiggled my arm out of his hold and frowned. “You didn’t mention anything about being your Donna.” I reminded, spitting out the word ‘Donna’ with as much bitterness as I could.
“It’s one of the perks that comes with being mine,” he informed, cutting our very well-needed conversation short by abruptly grabbing my arm once again and striding forward with me stumbling along behind him.
“Make sure the place is spotless when I get back.”
He swiftly swooped up a beer from the couch as he passed by and once we began climbing the stairs, he popped the bottle open with his teeth then chugged it all down before tossing it aside, causing it to break into splinters as it smashed into a flower pot.
Ignoring the whispers from below, he tugged me all the way up to the edge of the stairs and stopped in front of the door to the first room on the right.
I wasn’t sure about what was going on in his head since his face didn’t really give anything away but I did have a feeling that he’s angry. Perhaps he’s bothered by what I said to his guys?
Serves him right.
I admit, I might’ve been a bit too jumpy and maybe a little too disrespectful as well… seeing as I piped into their conversation without an invitation. But I don’t care. They’re his underlings so they deserve to be treated the same way I plan to treat him… with disrespect.
“What’s with the sudden haste?” I asked dryly, trying in vain to pull my arm out of his. He tightened his grip and glanced at me for a split second, then pushed the door open and pulled me inside.
Once inside, he closed the door and released my arm gently, his back facing toward me. I crossed my arm over my chest once again as my eyes bored holes into the back of his head.
“I’m hungry,” was his insolent reply.
I squinted incredulously.
Alright so let’s get this thing straight… he dragged me all the way from downstairs, pass the kitchen then up to his room… just to tell me that he’s hungry?
The fuck?
“Then you should’ve went to the kitchen instead of-”
“I don’t want food….” He spun around to face me and just like always, he did the unpredictable…. he peered down at me and grinned from ear to ear like a chesire cat.
I didn’t even have it in me to be surprised. Again, I cannot attempt to understand a lunatic’s actions.
“Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?”
“There’s nothing wrong with me. It’s just that I want–” he paused again and slowly, I heard one of his shoes slide across the floor. Not too long after, the other followed. By then, his chest was just mere inches away from my face. I immediately attempted to take a step back, but Kasan’s large arms wrapped itself around my waist, putting a sudden stop to my movements. The hold wasn’t taut but it wasn’t loose either. If I tried to force myself out of his grasp, I would probably suceed…. that’s IF I tried. At the moment, I suppose that option was completely off the table since it didn’t even pop into my mind.
“– you… I’m hungry for you, princess.” He finally finished. “What do you say we have a little fun?”
His eyes… those were all it took to know exactly what his intentions were. They were far from impassive… now there was an entirely new look in them, one that I had absolutely no idea how in heaven’s name it got there.
“You shouldn’t have opened that sexy mouth of yours… now you’ve got me all fired up.” With a grin, one of his hands rose from my waist to gently push aside the strand of hair that was resting lightly over my eye. And then with slow movements, it travelled all the way down to my lips and slid over the soft protrusions gently. “You should take responsibility, don’t you think?”
… I stiffened.
…. blinked.
… held my breath long enough for my chest to tighten.
… and even wracked my brain for a good ten seconds.
Yet, I still couldn’t understand what the hell was happening here. What I do know, however, is that it’s official… there’s definitely something wrong with his head…. and his dick.
And similarly, there’s definitely something wrong with me as well.
I get that sexy, dominant guys with just the right words are simply my sorta thing… but he’s my enemy for god sakes! He doesn’t count! So why the hell does my body feel so hot all of a sudden? Why exactly does my head feel as if it’s one big roller coaster? And why does his words make my heart gallop without my permission?
With that being said… I suppose in this situation you’d think I would completely succumb to his temptation, right? But this time around, I managed to do something that totally caught both him and I off guard.
I kicked him…
I kicked him right in the shin….
… And then when he doubled over in pain, I kneed him straight in the face!