Kayla's POV
He took threatening, slow steps towards me, each step slipping fear into my heart.
It palpitated, his aura dominating and dangerous.
Then, he stopped right beside
me.
I took a sharp intake of breath, and then his husky voice whispered into my ear
"See you soon, little one." After that, the slamming of a door was heard
My legs gave out, and I slumped to the ground. My father rushed to me, and I looked up at him.
He quickly avoided my gaze
"Who was that?" I asked, wanting to know.
The roaring of a car engine was
heard, and then the shrilling sound of the gate opening
"Someone," his answer wasn't direct,
and that annoyed me.
"What did he mean by collaboration?" His eyes widened as if he wanted that to be
a secret, but then he let out a sigh
"Come," he said, that word leaving me in a dreaded state, feeling like something bad
was about to happen.
He tapped the space beside him as he sat. I slowly sank into the space and turned to him, expectant.
"I'm sorry...I know I shouldn't have agreed...but..." I cut him off, not liking
the words that came out of his mouth.
What did he mean by he's sorry?
"You're getting married to him...Romeo Delacruz," his words left me
mortified to the bones. I stood abruptly, not wanting to believe his words
"You're...Dad...you're joking," I
clumsily stuttered, my words coming out as a stutter.
He had to be joking...he wouldn't do that...after everything
"I'm sorry...I had to," he said as he stood and tried touching me.
His eyes watered, and I hated the fact that his tears affected me
"Did he threaten you?" I had to ask
because there was no way my dad would agree to this, this atrocity
"No," he said, and I turned on my
heels and ran up the stairs. He screamed my name, but I didn't turn back, not
even for a second.
I got to my room and slammed the door, shrinking to the ground. My eyes watered as tears began to slip out of them
The voice of that night replayed in my
head...please make it stop.
Banging was heard on my door, my dad shouting my name, apologizing, but the damage was done
He sold me out without thinking twice. The smirk on the man's face replayed in my head
like a movie...the meaning behind it...unknown.
Slowly, I got up from the ground and onto my bed, wanting to sleep it off and wake up to
it all being a nightmare.
•••
ROMEO POV
As I swiveled left to right on my swivel chair, I remembered the horror on her face,
the fear that swam in her eyes as she met mine.
That satisfied me to the
core...fear brought an unknown satisfaction to me, but her fear...it made me
feel alive.
"What are you smirking about?" David, my younger brother, who was standing by
the window with a cigarette in his hand, asked.
"Someone amusing," I simply answered, not wanting to delve into her...yet.
"Did her father agree?" He walked to me and put out the cigarette, throwing the
butt into the trash can.
"He
had no choice...I gave him no choice," I said, and David rolled his eyes
but chuckled at my response.
"So
typical of you," he said.
"What
next?" He asked, looking at me, expecting my words, but I simply kept
quiet...she was next.
I know
girls like her, expecting a fancy wedding, ball wedding gown, bouquet of
flowers, and friends, but it's a pity she wouldn't get any of that.
•••
As I
stepped into the basement, the flickering lights shone a dim shine on the
bloodied man in front of me. I snapped my hand, and a chair was brought to me.
I sat down, feeling very powerful. I love when the weak crumbled before my
feet. It left me feeling dominant, and seeming, the man noticed my presence as
he tried to scramble back into the dark corner.
His eyes
were gone, his hair shaved...these were all fine under my command, and I felt
happy...wait, not happy...delighted.
"Sir,
please...don, please...spare me," he begged frantically, his sobs sounding
like music in my ears.
"Give
me one good reason I should let you live...you're blind...your hands are
gone," I said, but he still begged on and on.
"Never
forgive a betrayal," David spoke out one rule that had kept me
going...that keeps my clan going.
The man
stopped begging as he slowly accepted his fate. Being close enough to him, I
raised his chin with a knife I always kept with me….the flesh around his gone eyes
were dark and red….swollen even.
"Please,"
he whispered, only to my hearing….a smirk formed on my lips. I slowly stood up
and began walking to the door, but not before saying
"End him," and then I walked out….screams of the man were heard before the
atmosphere became peaceful.
•••
KAYLA POV
I could feel a touch…..wait, not a touch, but a continuous hit on my thigh.
My eyes fluttered open, and I was met by the figure of a man.
My heart kept racing as I practically flew off the bed, my heart racing as unwanted memories slipped into
my head.
"It's me," his voice left me calm.
"Why aren't you out of the clothes you
wore to campus today?" He asked and sat on my bed, his eyebrows shot up in
curiosity
I was about to speak when memories of this afternoon replayed in my head…..I sat on the bed
and let out a heavy sigh.
His forehead creased, wondering the reason for the sigh
"My dad," he moved closer to me and placed a comforting arm around my neck
"What's wrong? You can tell me
anything.
I knew I couldn't, but how could I tell my boyfriend that I had been married off to someone even hotter…..I mean, to a dangerous man?
"H….he married me off," I said, and tightly closed my eyes, waiting for him to
become livid and shout, but the only response I got was
"Oh"
"Oh?"
I asked back and turned to look at him, his eyes were blank and didn't show any
emotion of any sort.
"I expected it," that shocked me more.
"What do you mean you expected it?" I asked with wide eyes as I moved away from
him.
"He never approved of our relationship, so I guessed that would be his next step," he said, staring at me straight in the eyes….his gaze shone with nothing but honesty.
"Wow, I didn't expect you to think that low of my dad," I knew that wasn't what
he meant, but that insecure part of me thought otherwise.
"No…no, I…I don't mean that," he said and pulled me into a hug, that didn't affirm my thoughts at all, but I hugged back
"Besides…..it's not like you're in love with the man….you're mine…..and I'm yours….." he
said, and I couldn't lie, that scared me more than it should relieve me.
I've read romance stories, and they never end up good for the boyfriend…..but this isn't
some romance book…..this is about me and Michael…
we'll make it through it, and I know that. And trust me when I say I couldn't be more wrong.
•••
NEXT DAY
I woke up to no whispers, no maid, and that was very weird.
Was dad finally listening to me? I quickly took a bath and dressed up. I was mentally exhausted.
Thank God I only had one class today.
Slowly, I walked out of my room, turning to the stairs, and began walking down, trying to tie up my curly hair. But when I got
downstairs…..I was left frightened.
The figure before me looked very familiar. Slowly, the man began to turn, and then his
face came into view.
His gaze scrutinized me from top to bottom. I quickly
wrapped my hands around myself, feeling defensive.
His lips rigged up into a
smirk, and then his husky voice echoes throughout the quiet room.
"We meet again, little one."