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The Mafia Devil's Obsession - Chapter 14


Chapter 14

Aiden

Hours before he visited her...

At the top floor of the hotel, two guards stood outside a private massage suite, their expression hardening as Storm and I approached.

One of them stepped forward, raising a hand. "You shouldn't be here," he said, blocking the path.

I didn't stop my cold gaze fixed on the door behind them.

He gripped my arm as I moved past him. "You don't want to be dragged out of here."

I stopped, letting out a long, tired sigh. Storm made to help, and I signalled him to stay back. He nodded and stepped aside.

I glanced at the man's hand and warned in a low voice, "Take your hands off me."

The guard sneered and tried to shove me. I twisted his wrist quickly, slamming a fist into his gut. As he doubled over with a choked gasp, I grabbed his arm and flipped him over my shoulder. He hit the ground, grunting, scrambling to rise. 

Before he could sit up, I pulled a knife from my coat and slashed his throat. Blood sprayed across the wall and spattered onto my boots.

I grimaced, staring down at my boots. "You dirtied my boots." I wiped the sole on his clothes as he held onto his neck.

Storm had already dealt with the second guard by the time I was done. I stepped over the first guard and pushed the door open. 

The door slammed against the wall, the loud crash startling the masseuse. I scanned the room, my eyes landing on the man lying on the massage table.

"What the fuck is going on?" The man barked, turning to see who dared to interrupt him. His face went pale as he recognized me. "A-Aiden," he stammered, clutching the towel around his waist as he sat up.

Fucking Ryan. 

He was an underboss of one of the big five families that once ruled this city. That was before I and the former Don took over and established the Kingston family as the strongest in the city. Ryan had been one of the cowards who betrayed his family and pledged allegiance to us. I knew a sneaky bastard like him should have been killed a long time ago, but as the Don said, 'keep your enemies closer.' 

Not anymore.

The masseuse gasped as she noticed the bloody knife in my hand, her hands flying to her mouth. I glanced at her, gesturing lazily toward the door. She hesitated, trembling before bolting for the door.

"Finally found you, Ryan." I stepped closer.

He chuckled nervously trying to regain his composure. "Do you know what everyone calls you?" he said, swinging his legs over the edge of the table. "The Grim Reaper of Kingston. A visit from you is a death sentence. No one survives."

He forced a smile. "I didn't think I will get to experience that myself."

I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket, calmly wiping the blade clean. "I didn't chase your ass across the city to hear your thoughts on my reputation," I said, leaning against a nearby table. "I must say, your choice of a hideout is... unexpected. This was the last place I thought to look."

I smirked, straightening up. I stepped closer, now standing over him as I grazed the edge of the knife across his cheek. "Makes me wonder just how valuable you are to him."

Beads of sweat formed on his brow and he inched back. "I-I own a land in Gahoon district," he blurted. "There's a fortune buried there. You can have it. Just let me go. I will disappear, I swear..."

I laughed. "You said it yourself, Ryan. No one survives."

He glanced toward the door, trembling. "If it isn't enough I have other properties too! You can have all of them!"

"You're stalking." I tilted my head smiling. "Are you buying time for him to come save you?"

Just then Storm stepped in and announced, "He is here, boss."

The guest of honour had arrived.

A round, short man entered, flanked by two armed guards. His eyes immediately fell on Ryan, before shifting to me. His jaw clenched.

Dom Blackwood. The underboss of the Kingston family. A cunning old man I needed to take care of and fast.

"What's the meaning of this, Aiden?" He demanded, his voice laced with barely contained anger.

"I should be the one asking questions, Dom." I gestured to Ryan. "What's a traitor doing in your hotel?"

"You don't expect me to know every one of my customers?" He snapped, his nostrils flaring. "And you didn't think it was necessary to call before barging into my territory, assaulting my staff, and causing a scene?"

I grinned, stepping closer. The two guards beside him tensed their hands inching toward their guns.  

"So you would have time to hide him. For someone who didn't know all his customers,  you came running awfully fast."

I knew the hotel turned a blind eye to their customer's identities, but there was no way Dom didn't know about Ryan checking in.

Dom took a step forward. "You are overstepping, boy," he growled.

I towered over him, forcing him to crane his neck to meet my gaze. "I don't think I am, old man," I chuckled. "You need to explain, or I might have to investigate your TERRITORY myself."

His expression hardened, a muscle twitching on his forehead. "Remember your place, Aiden. I don't answer to you."

I threw my head back and laughed.

I should know my place?

It was always about ranks. These bastards reminding me I wasn't at the top, despite being the one who got his hands dirty while they sat back. 

Fucking cowards!

I leaned in closer my voice dropping low,  "sure, Dom. But the Don won't let this slide, not unless you give him a damn good explanation."

The room fell silent as he glared back at me. I smiled enjoying as his confidence wavered. He took a small step back grabbing a gun from one of his guards and aimed it at Ryan.

"Hey, Dom you can't do..." Ryan began to say, but Dom fired and he fell to the floor, blood pooling beneath him, his lifeless eyes staring at nothing.

I clicked my tongue in mock disappointment as I glanced down at the mess. "I was going to take my time killing him."

"I will explain everything to the Don," he said coldly. "Now, if you are done here, get out. Your presence is ruining business."

"A little piece of advice, Dom," I said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder. "Don't let me catch you. Just because I haven't made a move doesn't mean I don't know what you are up to."

He slapped my hand away. "Don't push your luck."

I raised my hands in surrender, backing toward the door, smirking.

"The Don doesn't trust anyone," his voice trailed after me. "Not even you. Loyal or not, you will end up on his list just like everyone you have killed."

"Have you seen a man hunt the Grim Reaper? He does the hunting."

*****
"There are far more interesting ways to get what I want."

She held my gaze, her green eyes blazing with anger. She was trying so hard to be strong, but I felt the subtle tremble that betrayed her fear. She was scared, and I loved it.

Everything about her intrigued me. Her anger, her fear, her frustration for being powerless, and her futile resistance. I wanted more. I wanted to strip away every layer until she had nothing left to hide. 

I knew she wanted me. She could deny it all she wanted, but her body told a different story.

Her body had yielded once, and it would again. It was only a matter of time. My fingers brushed her cheeks one last time before I stepped back, letting her go for now. 

What better way to ruin her than to shatter her perfect little marriage?

I imagined her tears when the happiness she clung to would crumble. She had cried for me once, tears of pleasure. But this time it would be different. Still, she would look as breathtaking as she was last time. Just the thought of it got mini me excited.











Chapter 15  

Liam

I leaned against the rooftop railing as I took a long drag from my cigarette. Matt exhaled a cloud of smoke beside me, one hand buried in his pocket.

"Why the hell are they making us break our backs just because some big shot's showing up?"

"Not just any big shot. Aiden fucking Kingston. The most powerful man in the city."

No shit. Everyone knew him, the king of the underground. Hard to believe he is just a capo.

I took another drag, irritation simmering beneath my skin. 

"How is Leah?" Matt suddenly asked, ruining my mood further.

I crushed the cigarette under my heel. 

The thought of going home to her made my stomach churn. She was a constant reminder of everything wrong in my life. 

I had married her because she was less irritating compared to other women. But lately she has been grating on my fucking nerves. 

"Must be nice to get rid of your wife," I muttered, lighting another cigarette.

Matt let out a hollow laugh. "Yeah, I don't get to deal with her shit anymore." 

Lucky bastard.

"Are you still sleeping with her?" he asked.

"Not after last week." I shook my head. "Swore it off. She is so fucking clingy. I can't stand it."

She had gone more than a year without a dick surely another year wouldn't be that hard.

Matt chuckled, shaking his head. "You are not worried she will cheat?"

I laughed, "Leah? Cheat? Not a chance in hell. She loves me too much to even look at another man, let alone fuck one."

Matt's sister had informed me during my trip that Leah cheated. She claimed to have a video, though I never got to see it. Later, she admitted she was mistaken. I didn't believe her in the first place.

But the thought lingered. It wasn't jealousy. God knows I didn't love her. But the idea of her spreading her legs for another man didn't sit right with me. 

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The rays of sunlight seeped through the curtains onto my face. I groaned, throwing an arm over my face to block the light as I shifted. My body stiffened when I felt her pressed against me.

"Goddamit," I cursed, sitting up.

She stirred, blinking up at me in confusion.

"What happened?"

"Can't you stay on your side of the bed for one fucking night?" I snapped.

She sat up slowly, her eyes flickering with hurt. I didn't care. It just pissed me off more. 

"That's no reason to get worked up this early."

"Maybe we should start sleeping in separate rooms," I said, getting out of bed.

She pulled the blanket around her as she went back to sleep, and I headed for the bathroom. 

As I adjusted my tie in the mirror, she stepped into the closet.

"Can we talk?"

"Not now." I replied.

"It's important."

I turned to face her, barely hiding my irritation. "For fuck's sake Leah, can't you take a fucking hint?"

She bit her lip before replying. "Did I do something wrong? You have been mean to me these past few days," she asked. "Not like it is something new."

I brushed past her, adjusting my cuffs. "Yeah, get used to it."

The conference room buzzed with tension. The CEO paced by the door, stealing glances at the clock every few seconds.

Finally, the door creaked open, and the room fell silent. Two men in a black suit entered first, stepping aside for a taller man with a commanding presence.

He wore a black suit with a long matching coat draped over his shoulders as he moved with confidence that turned heads.

"Mr. Kingston," the CEO said, rushing forward. "It's an honor to have you here."

"I am sure it is," the man replied, his lips curved in a menacing grin as he took the CEO's hand.

His eyes scanned the room as though he was searching for something or someone, and when they met mine, I froze.

He smirked, and something in his gaze sent a chill down my spine.

"Found you," he muttered.

My fists curled tightly at my sides, chest pounding. That face. A face I never wanted to see again.

Micheal.

"I am looking forward to your performance," he said, his eyes still on me.

"Of course, this way, please," the CEO gestured toward a seat, and he walked to it.

How the hell did that bastard become the most powerful man in the city?

As the meeting began, I barely heard a word being said as the past crept in uninvited. 

I can still remember our drunk father's fists that landed on me the night Micheal disappeared for good.

Micheal had always been our shield. He took the blows, said nothing and endured it like the bastard he was. That was until he ran, and the blows found me instead.

Three years of bruises and broken ribs I didn't deserve. Three years of hating him and wishing he died on the streets lonely and cold.

Then he came back, standing over our father's lifeless body, blood dripping from the knife in his hand.

Mother had screamed and scooted away from him like he was a monster.

Micheal only laughed, a cold, bitter sound. "Shouldn't you be thanking me?!" He screamed back at her, his voice cracking. "I just saved you."

Saved us?

The sheer gall of him to play the hero. If he hadn't left in the first place, I would never have known what father's angry hands felt like.

And now he sat at the head of the table, respected, feared and untouchable while I was still living in the shadow of what he walked away from.

Life had always favored him even when it shouldn't have.

"Liam, you didn't tell me you were Mr. Kingston's younger brother!" The CEO beamed with unusual excitement as he squeezed my arm.

I had no fucking clue who he was until now.

Aiden smirked, sitting like he owned the place. "It's been a while, little brother."

His smugness irritated me, and my glare only seemed to amuse him. The CEO, noticing the rising tension, excused himself. 

"Small world, isn't it?" He crossed his leg and leaned back on the chair.

"Cut the crap," I snapped. "Why the fuck are you here?"

"That's no way to greet your big brother, Liam," he teased.

"Don't pull the elder brother card, Micheal," I said through clenched teeth. "We were never brothers, not back then, and sure as hell not now."

He slowly rose from his seat, his expression darkened. "Aiden," he corrected in a voice that made me stumble back.

His lips curled into a chilling smile when he noticed I was shaking. "How's your wife?" he asked.

I frowned, unease knotting in my stomach. 

How does he know Leah?

He didn't wait for a response as he continued, "You've got an eye for beautiful things, I'll give you that. The moment I saw her, I knew I had to have her." He chuckled darkly. "I was a little disappointed when I heard she was married, but you know me, the more unattainable something is, the more I crave it."

My fists clenched, blood boiling with rage. 

"Stay away from my wife," I growled.

He laughed, a cruel, taunting sound that made the muscles on my forehead twitch. 

"Too late," he said with a smirk. "I already fucked her. And trust me, it won't be the last." 

His tongue darted out, licking his lips as if savoring a memory.

I saw red, and before I could stop myself, I lunged, grabbing him by the collar and yanking him close. 

"You are lying!" My voice trembled. "Leah would never—"

"You should have seen her, Liam. The way she clung to me, begging me not to stop. The way she screamed my name as I rammed into her mercilessly."

"Shut the fuck up!" I roared, my fist crashing into his face and snapping his head to the side.

He laughed, and I swung again, but this time he caught my fist midair.

His fingers tightened around my hand slowly, and then he twisted it, causing pain to shoot up my arm as he forced my wrist downward until I ended up collapsing on my knees.

Then he crouched in front of me, bringing his face level with mine.

"I let you hit me the first time," he said calmly, wiping the blood from his lip with his thumb. "But don't ever aim for my face again."

His grip tightened just enough to make me grunt.

"Or I'll break these hands."

My chest heaved, nails digging into my thigh as I fought the humiliation clawing up my throat.

He released me, and I stayed on my knees.

"Good boy," he chuckled, slapping my cheek lightly.

I'll kill this bastard. I swear I'll kill him.

"Don't overreact," he added, tilting his head. "Especially when you've got secrets you would rather die than tell your wife."

My head snapped up.

There is no way he knows.

"Yes, I have the video you were trying so hard to hide."

My mouth went dry, my fingers trembling.

"Mi– Aiden," I exhaled shakily.

He reached out and patted my hair like I was a child.

"I only need one thing from you," he said sweetly, making my skin crawl. "And that video stays buried."

"What... what do you want?" 

He smiled.

"Your wife."









Chapter 16  

Leah

Aiden's visit and his threat the other day had left me drained. I wasn't able to focus at work since then, and after what happened with Liam this morning, it became worse. I gave up and left early, needing space to think.

As soon as i stepped into the house, I dropped my purse on the kitchen counter and made my way to the liquor cabinet to grab a bottle of whisky. I wasn't a fan of alcohol, but tonight, I needed it. Badly.

I poured a glass and took a hesitant sip, grimacing as the burn trailed down my throat. I sighed, running my fingers through my hair. 

I had to tell Liam. If I kept postponing it, he might find out from someone else. The thought alone made my stomach knot. I took another gulp, forcing it down my throat.

My phone buzzed in my pocket. Frowning, I pulled it out. It was a message from an unknown number. I dismissed it as spam and meant to delete it, but my finger slipped.

My breath hitched as a video began to play. 

At first, all I heard was moaning, that I recognised as mine. Then I saw myself. Arms wrapped around his neck, my legs locked tightly around his waist as he fucked me against the wall.

The glass slipped from my trembling hand, shattering on the floor. I slapped my hand over my mouth, muffling a gasp.

My chest tightened, the air knocked from my lungs. My fingers fumbled to lower the volume, but they were too shaky. I ended up turning off the phone entirely.

My nails dug into my palm, my teeth sinking into my lip.

That bastard. He fucking filmed it.

The phone buzzed again, the same unknown number flashing on the screen. My fingers tightened around my phone as I stared at it.

So, this was what he meant by having other ways to get what he wants. He wasn't going to let me go even though I refused him. He intended to drag me back into the very hole I had sworn to escape.

Liam's furious voice echoed through the house just as I was about to answer the call.

"Leah!"

I jerked, the phone slipping from my hand.

The door slammed shut, followed by the angry thud of his shoes striking the floor.  

Dread coiled in my stomach as he entered the kitchen, his jaw clenched so tight it looked like it might crack. His fists were balled, and his face twisted with anger.

My heart stopped.

He knew. 

"Liam..." I whispered.

He strode toward me, furious. I knew I should run but I couldn't move.

"I-I can explain," I stammered. "It was a mistake..."

The words had barely left my lips when his palm came down hard across my cheek. A sharp burning sting spread through my skin, tears welled up, and blurred my vision. I lifted my trembling fingers to my cheek, my eyes wide with shock.

"I should have known you have been spreading your legs for every man in the city!" His voice boomed through the room filled with disgust.

"It only happened once," I choked, swallowing the lump in my throat and trying to hold back my sobs.

Another slap came harder, which sent me stumbling to the side.

"Liam!" I screamed at him, the tears streaming down now.

I turned to face him and saw pain flicker in his eyes.But, like a switch had flipped, his expression turned into a glare that held nothing but disgust.

My heart clenched painfully.

"Do you really expect me to believe it happened only once?" His laughed bitterly. "I never imagined you would betray me, Leah. Even when Jane told me, I defended you!"

He slammed his hand against the counter. "After tainting yourself outside, you come home playing the perfect wife. Always acting like a fucking victim!"

He took a step forward and I took two back.

"Don't you dare lay your hands on me again, Liam," I warned, my voice shaking.

His expression darkned.

"Don't fucking touch me!" I screamed as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked hard.

"Shut up," he growled, his palm connecting with my cheek again and I tasted blood.

A screamed tore from my throat as I clawed at his arms, and he shoved me. I hit the floor, a sharp sting slicing through my palm from a shard of glass. I winced, scooting away from him.

"Stop!" I screamed as he stalked me. "This is all your fault. If you hadn't ignored me, I wouldn't have needed someone else!" I cried.

"I can count how many times you have touched me since we got married! And even when you did, it always felt like you didn't want it."

"So you are justifying whoring yourself out?" He laughed. "You should have left, Leah! If sex was your problem you should have fucking left!"

The room became silent except for my muffled sobs, then his next words pierced me like a blade.

"Get out."

"What?"

He grabbed my arm, yanking me up. "Get the hell out of my house. We are done."

My heart pounded in my ears.

"Liam..."

He didn't let me finish, he dragged me through the hallway and out the front door.

Lightning slashed across the sky, followed by the deep rumbling of thunder. I took a step forward.

"If you step into this house, Leah, I swear to God I will fucking kill you." He said, his eyes daring me to test him.

My lips parted, but no words came out.

The rain started with a drizzle, then poured harder soaking my hair and dress.

"You should have expected this when you made that decision."

My shoulders shook. "I am sorry," I murmured.

He didn't react. His cold eyes just stared at me, disgusted.

"Please, Liam,"

He turned his back to me.

I clutched my chest, bending over as the pain consumed me.

I knew this time around his back was turned to me permanently. And it hurt like hell.

"We are getting a divorce."

His final words shattered me.

My legs gave out, and I crumpled to the ground. A strangled sob escaped my lips as I shook uncontrollably.

I didn't think it was this easy to end my marriage. And I destroyed it with my own hands.

A shadow fell over me, and I felt a suffocating presence behind me. 

I lifted my gaze only to meet the man who ruined my life. He stood over me, a satisfied grin playing on his lips, as he looked down at me like a predator admiring his wounded prey.

The rain dripped off his dark hair, landing on my face. He crouched beside me, his fingers tracing my wet hair that stuck to my face. His touch was slow, causing goosebumps to cover my skin. I moved away from him, but his fingers slid into my hair, keeping me in place.

"I made the right decision coming here," he murmured, his pupils dilated with a twisted hunger.

"I wanted to see what you looked like crying in despair." He chuckled, his fingers tracing the red handprint on my cheek. "But this..." he inhaled sharply, savouring the sight. "This is more beautiful than I imagined." He dragged his tongue over his bottom lip. "Makes me want to break you even more. "

The anger simmering beneath exploded. My hand flew up and struck his cheeks in a sharp, resounding slap.

His head barely moved. Then he chuckled, low and dark.

"You shouldn't have done that, doll."

"Fuck you."

His hand shot out, gripping my chin, roughly. My breath hitched as he forced me to meet his gaze. Those dark eyes filled with something cruel bore into mine but I refused to look away.

"What are you going to do?" I asked, my voicr steadier than i expected. "Cut my arm off?" I scoffed.

He didn't answer. He leaned in instead, his breath warm against my cold skin before his tongue dragged slowly across it sending a violent shudder through me.

I jerked back and his smirk widened.

"You are a sick bastard!"

"You have no idea, " he murmured against my skin, his thumb tracing my trembling lower lip. 

Then his eyes glistened with dark intent."But you will."

He straightened. "Now that your marriage isn't standing in my way, you don't have any reason to refuse me."









Chapter 17  

Leah

I landed on the backseat with a thud. Before I could sit up, the door slammed shut. I scrambled toward the door, my heart pounding as I yanked at the handle, but it was locked.

"Hey." I panicked, pounding ny fists against the door.

I turned to the driver. "Open the door!"

He didn't react, didn't even look at me.

He must be used to this situation, his sick boss dragging women off the street.

"Open the fucking door!" I screamed again.

The door clicked open and Aiden slid in casually beside me. 

I spun toward him. "What is the meaning of this?"

He ignored me leaning back against the seat and stretching his legs.

"Drive."

"Yes, boss."

My stomach dropped as the engine roared to life, the car jerking forward.

"Stop the car right now, you bastard!" I lunged at him, fists crashing into his chest. 

He caught my wrists in one hand restraining me easily.

"Let go!" I shrieked as I struggled in vain to free myself.

In one swift move, he yanked me forward, flipping me onto his lap, my wrists pinned in front of me.

I kicked wildly, body writhing against his as I fought to break free from his grip, but he was stronger. 

"Shh," he murmured against my ear. "Keep moving like that, and I might get the wrong idea."

I froze, horrified as I felt him hard beneath. A sickening smirk creeped his lips as he pressed against me, making sure I felt him.

My skin crawled with disgust. Refusing to back down without a fight, I leaned in and sank my teeth into the side of his neck.

He grunted, but he didn't push me away.

I bit down harder, hoping to hurt him, to make him feel a fraction of the pain I felt. Instead, a deep, rough groan rumbled from his chest, vibrating against my ear. His nails dug into my waist, pulling me closer.

He was enjoying it.

A shiver ran down my spine as his fingers brushed the side of my neck. 

"Naughty girl," he exhaled. "That is not enough to hurt me."

His finger trailed to my ear, grazing the shell before sliding into my hair, gripping it possessively but not pulling.

I trembled, hating how powerless I was and how much he loved it.

My head dropped forward, body going limp with exhaustion as I surrendered. I had no strength left to fight him, for now. I could only watch as we drove farther away from the city I knew into the engulfing darkness.

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The rain drumming steadily against the roof pulled me from sleep. My eyes were swollen, and my throat was sore from screaming. 

The side of the bed where Liam should have been was empty. He must have gotten up early to prepare for work.

The cool wind sent a shiver through me, and I snuggled deeper into the blankets. 

Only if I could sleep all day.

The air smelled of wet earth and... Aiden. My eyes snapped open, and I sat up instantly, my heart slamming against my ribs as my surroundings became clearer.

Everything flooded back. The video, Liam's anger and Aiden dragging me away.

I threw the blanket off and swung my legs over the side of the bed. As I stood, a new horror settled in. I wasn't wearing my dress from last night. I was now on a shirt too big it was slipping off one shoulder.

I didn't remember changing. The last thing I remembered was Aiden dropping me on the bed. A cold shudder ran through me as I fisted the shirt, realising he had undressed me and without my permission.

How exhausted had I been not to notice?

I rushed out of the room, the wooden floor creaking under my bare feet. The hallway was empty, and there was no sign of him both in the living room and kitchen.

I reached the front door, grabbed the knob and twisted.It didn't open.

My heart pounded loudly.

I tried again, yanking harder this time. Yet the door wouldn't budge.

"No,no,no," I whispered, desperate and afraid.

This was a perfect murder spot.

A click echoed through the silence, then the door knob turned, and the door swung open.

Aiden stood in the doorway, tall and imposing, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that knocked the air out of my lungs.

I took a step back instinctively as he stepped in, filling the space.

"You are awake," he murmured, closing the door behind him.

"Why was the door locked?"

He didn't answer, his gaze dropping to my exposed shoulder. They darkened as they dragged slowly down my body, devouring and claiming with nothing but his lustful eyes. My skin prickled under the heat of his stare. When they settled on my chest, lingering, I crossed my arms, trying to hide myself.

He smirked. "Nothing I haven't seen."

"Fuck you."

"Trust me, we would get to that part soon." His eyes gleamed with dark intent.

He turned to lock the door before slipping the key into his pocket.

"Why are you locking it?"

His gaze flickered over my parted lips then back to my eyes. "We wouldn't want you running around the woods and into the arms of a bear, now would we?"

My nails dug into my palm as I fought back the panic surging through me. It was dangerous staying alone with this man.

"I would rather be with a bear than stay locked up with you."

He stepped closer the space between us shrinking to nothing. "Would you now?' He mused.

I swallowed hard, looking anywhere but at the man suffocating me with his presence.

He walked past me, taking off his coat.

"This is kidnapping," my voice cracked as I followed him. "You can't keep me here."

"I think I can," he chuckled, the sound low and dangerous. He draped his coat over the kitchen counter, then turned back to me. 

"And that's what I plan on doing."

A violent shudder ran through me. 

He meant it.

"It won't be long before someone realises I am missing," I said, hoping that logic would reach him. "And come looking for me."

His smirk deepened. "Who will?"

He tilted his head, studying me. "Do you think your husband will look for you?"
 
"Do you think he would bother looking for a woman who cheated on him?" His voice dripped with mockery.

He closed the distance between us in a single stride, leaning down so our faces were mere inches apart.

"I can understand your father looking for you... but your ex-husband?" He laughed, the word ex-husband slithering off his tongue like venom. "Stop being delusional, doll. Your marriage is over."

I raised my hand in anger, but he caught my wrist mid-air, yanking me closer. My body crashed against his with a gasp.

His expression darkened, his grip tightening just enough to make me whimper from the pain shooting through my arm.

"I find you act of bravery cute," he pressed harder, making me squirm. "But don't push your luck, doll."

I forced my wrist free, stumbling back.

His gaze remained on me, cold and commanding. "No one is coming to save you, doll," He said. "Accept it or not. But the sooner you come to terms with it, the easier it will be for you."

"You can't keep me here!" My voice wavered, betraying the fear I tried to hide.

"We will see how long that defiance lasts."

A cold dread washed over me as reality dawned on me.

I was trapped in a cabin with a madman.









Chapter 18 

Leah

I stood before the glasswall in the living room, watching streaks of raindrops trailed down the surface.

I needed to escape. But how?

He hadn't left the cabin since morning, and even if he did, I don't have a key.

I pressed my palm  against the wall. Maybe I could...

"It's shatterproof."

His voice sent a jolt through me.

I had almost forgotten he was sprawled out on the couch behind me and watching.

I slowly withdrew my hand, folding my arm across my chest. There goes my last hope. 

I clenched my teeth.

How long does he plan on keeping me here? 

His gaze burned into my back. He had been doing that for a while now. No matter where I stood, his eyes just shamelessly ran down my body with an unsettling hunger. It was like he could see through the oversized shirt hanging loosely over my body.

I shifted uncomfortably, nails digging into my arm. 

"Do I make you uncomfortable?" 

I exhaled shakily. "Yes."

He chuckled darkly.

And I don't like it." I turned to glare at him, regretting it the moment I met his eyes.

They were dark and hungry.

He leaned forward just slightly, elbows resting on his knees. A predator ready to pounce on his prey.

I took a step back, my heart pounding so loudly I swore he could hear it.

"Does it scare you?" His voice dipped lower, rougher, eyes drifting over my chest. "Or does it turn you on?"

Something tight curled low in my stomach.

His nails dug into his thigh like he was restraining himself from doing something. Something my body knew too well.

"Are you doing this on purpose, doll?" He exhaled slowly as he shifted. "Standing there, in my shirt with your nipples poking through like you want me to notice."

My eyes flicked down, my breath hitching. 

Oh God.

There was a hard outline straining against his pants. His jaw clenched tighter.

"I should rip it off," he said almost to himself. "And claim every inch of you until you are begging me to stop."

A shudder ripped through my body. 

The air was thick with something dark and dangerous. His dark eyes never left mine.

I wanted to run away from him, but I couldn't move. My body remained frozen, unwilling to test a man who looked like he was at war with his own restraint.

"Are you hungry?" He asked, finally looking away.

I didn't reply, caught off guard by the sudden shift in the discussion.

He stood, tucking his hands into his pockets. "I will have someone bring something for you."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over me one last time.

"You will need all the energy you can get if you are planning on running away."

He chuckled again.

"You will also need a good plan and the keys, of course." He added and walked out.

I let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding as my back pressed against the wall for support. I'd grip my legs to stop them from shaking.

"I can't stay here."

**************************************

Later that night, the driver from earlier delivered the food, and I refused to eat.

He didn't force me, just left the paper bag on the centre table.

Hours passed in awkward silence. I sat on a couch across from him. He sat legs stretched out lazily, his head resting against the back of the couch and eyes closed. But he wasn't sleeping.

His phone rang.

He stood up as he answered it, disappearing down the hallway. He returned, shrugging on a coat as he headed to the door.

I stood from the couch immediately, the door shut, and walked towards the wall, peeking out. He was talking to the driver who held an umbrella over his head.

The both of them suddenly turned as if sensing me. My breath hitched, and I ducked immediately, heart hammering.

Why the fuck are you hiding? It's not like you are doing something bad.

Swallowing, I straightened and cautiously peered again. They were now walking into the woods.

This was my chance.

I rushed to the kitchen, searching for anything I could use to break the glass wall. There was nothing useful.

I went to the bedroom, yanking the nightstand drawers open. The first contained ropes. My stomach churned as I shoved it close and opened the second one, a pocket knife was inside. I hesitated before grabbing it.

God, I hope I wouldn't need it.

The third drawer was empty and the closets had only a few clothes. 

I hurried back to the living room and checked outside again, no sign of them.

I exhaled shakily, gripping the pocket knife tighter.

You can do this, Leah.

I just needed to take the key when he let's his guard down.

My gaze flicked to the two cars outside.

I pressed my lips together. 

And his car key.

My stomach growled loudly, reminding me I hadn't eaten. I placed a hand over it, turning toward the paper bag on the table. I bite my inner cheek, turning away.

Tired of standing, I went back to the couch. The door suddenly clicked open.

My breath caught. 

Clutching the knife,  I quickly lay down, shutting my eyes. I heard footsteps. There was more than one person's.

"We are leaving once the day break, so hurry up." Aiden said to the person who I concluded was the driver.

Footsteps faded towards the kitchen, and I heard another set approach me.

I held my breath.

He stopped before me, crouching, a sharp metallic umistakable scent of blood hitting me.

It wasn't the kind of scent that came from a scratch. No, it was heavier.

I fought the bile rising in my throat. 

Did he kill someone? How many people did he kill for it to smell like this?

My grip on the knife tightened, palm slick with sweat.

I should do it. But if I moved too soon and didn't deal enough damage, it might backfire.

I swallowed hard. 

I haven't even stabbed someone before.

"Fucking creep," The driver mumbled from somewhere inside.

I felt his fingers trace the mole at the corner of my eye, slowly, like he was trying to memorize it. He trailed down, fingertips brushing along my neck, stopping at the mole on the back of my neck, and goosebumps spread across my skin. 

Then they went lower, over my chest, pushing the shirt down my shoulder, exposing just the part he wanted to see.

His fingers found the mole on my breast, lingering before moving between them.

My brain screamed at me to act, but my fingers wouldn't move.

Then he stopped, a ragged breath leaving him. 

His forehead pressed against the side of my stomach, his fingers still resting against my skin.

A low laugh escaped his lips. "I think I'm fucked." 

I remained still barely breathing.

A moment later, he lifted me into his arms, my face pressing against his bare chest. The floor creaked beneath his weight as he carried me away. 

He laid me down on the bed, pulling the covers over me. Then he walked out, the bathroom door closing behind him.

I laid, still waiting.Then I heard the sound of running water.

I let out a shaky breath.

That fucking pervert.

I sat up adjusting the shirt.

Knife in hand, I quietly walked across the room, stopping  at the bathroom door. I sucked in a breath to steel myself before carefully, pushing the door open and slipping inside. 

His silhouette stood under the stream of water, his clothes lay in a heap on the floor. I tiptoed forward grabbing his pants fingers diving into his pockets for the key. It was there along with his car key.

"What are you doing?"

My heart nearly leaped from my chest.

I spun around, hiding his pants behind me.

He stood outside the shower, water dripping down his body.

"Nothing."

His brow arched. "Doesn't seem like nothing."

I glanced at the door. He noticed.

"You think you can make it out the door before I catch you?" He smirked.

I clenched tightly around the knife. "Maybe."

The room grew silent as we stared at each other, the only sound was the running water and my heavy breathing.

I shifted. 

He tensed.

He moved.

I bolted.


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