"I'm very serious, Kairo," Salvatore said, clenching his teeth.
His wry smirk deepened, "I'm very serious, too. Spill!" He ordered.
"I'll cut your balls. If you share a single word to Ria and try to hurt her," He snorted with a deep frown.
His smirk remained on his face, "Underline my words in your brain. I won't hurt. My. Wife," His gaze turned penetrated.
Salvatore nodded and averted his gaze from his intense gaze, "She was sixteen. When she started to get slurry notes. She didn't sleep all night, just crying and frightened to be alone." A long exhale left his body.
He arched his brows. She was scared last night. But it was also impossible when he was head of security
A smile spread on her face, recalling her conversation with Kairo. She opened the door and stopped as many sets of eyes turned to her. She stood there holding her breath, looking at them with big eyes. "Hello, ma'am." A tall and lean woman walked ahead. Her short blonde hair was tucked in a ponytail. Her black suit was loose on her slim body, "I'm Rachel Martin, your personal bodyguard." She said. Her mouth gaped, "Who appointed you?" She asked. "Sir, Kairo." She slightly bowed her head. Her face was unreadable. She took a deep breath and drifted toward the stairs. She heard footsteps and stopped near the footsteps. She spun, "Are you following me the entire day? I'm..." She was about to say more but halted. 'I don't know how he put the box in the bedroom. It will work in my
It was infuriating her that the security was so tight inside and outside of the mansion. Somehow, someone still was able to put the box in her room. She was careful. She couldn't put herself under lock. Due to her fear, she couldn't ditch the day and the duties the marriage brought upon her. She was about to leave the room but halted. He was dressed in a charcoal grey suit with a maroon silk tie. It was matching his eyes. His forehead was creased under the dark expression. Her heart began to beat faster. She didn't want him to know anything about the stalker. It would complicate things between them. People considered him evil, a monster, commanding the streets of the city. Her eyes sparkled as they locked with him, "Good morning," She blushed and controlled hard to rein her smi
She glanced at the door and hesitated to go out. She could hear his voice, issuing orders, checking security. She was feeling relieved that he knew. Now, she would be safe. But the guilty of hiding nagged her. Though she didn't consider it compulsory to tell him anything. She was considering this chapter to be closed years ago. She walked over to the door, but she couldn't lift her hand to twist the knob. "I would behead you if I find any negligence. Keep the kids out of trouble. That's your responsibility, Paul." His voice was full of authority. "Yes, Sir." She heard a heavy male voice. A shiver ran down her spine in fear. She could feel the intensity of the situation. She was blaming herself for putting their lives in danger. Whoever was he. He was a psycho. She pursed her lips together to rei
A slow grin formed over her face. They talked about normal things, like a normal couple. She put the dress back and ran her hand in her hair. She was so lost in her thoughts. While walking out of the washroom, she hit her head with a solid body. She stumbled back. Her hand shot to her forehead as she began to rub it. She looked in his calm eyes. A smile spread over her face. "Sorry, I didn't see you." Trouble was she couldn't stop thinking about him after coming home from the drive. She wanted to know the plans for tomorrow. Violence was in his nature. But seeing him smiling changed everything. She wanted him to like her too. She couldn't read his gaze which nerved her, "Good night, " She muttered, walking away.
She paced toward the mansion, following Dean. Her guards were striding behind her like shadows. She looked over her shoulder and frowned at them. They acted like robots. "You hate them, too!" Dean laughed. "Do you too?" She asked. "No!" He laughed and turned his index finger at Rose and Isha. They were sitting in the living area and laughing over something. She glanced around to find Ana. "There you are," Isha got on her feet and scurried at her. She clasped her hand and pulled her to the couch. Dean walked toward the double wooden door. Her eyes flashed over Rose, sitting on the couch comfortably, her cheeks were rosy and radiating skin. Her stomach was looking bigger.&nb
She woke up at her usual time. The room looked empty. She felt saddened. After consummating, she was hoping he would lay next to her, demanding more. A tear slid down her cheek. Wiping it with the back of her hand, she swirled her neck and froze. His gaze was heated against her body. She felt the cold air against her skin. "Good morning," His brows creased. She tugged the comforter up, "Good morning." She cast her eyes low. He towered over her and leaned in to kiss her, "Call me if you need anything," He said. She nodded. She could feel his calmness and peaceful environment surrounding her. He leaned down and pressed his lips softly on her head. She exhaled softly, pushing away the nagging thoughts. She clenched the soft fa
"Don't," The word was a low growl, full of warning. She spun to him and looked at him. She couldn't hold the smile that appeared on his face, "But I wanna taste it," She insisted. His hand slipped around her waist, tugging her to his chest. He grabbed a glass of whisky and put it back with a loud chunk. "No!" He denied immediately. "Then what should I do? Kids are not home. You're going to the office. Ana has gone. Rose is resting in her room. Isha is with Olivia to meet kids in the orphanage. You already have plans. God knows what's so important?" She complained. The corners of his lips twitched up, "That's not the solution." He motioned at the glass of whisky, "You love cooking. If I'm not wrong." She looked surprised. She wasn't p
KAIRO He gritted his teeth as he took the stairs. He wanted to look back at her, He halted himself as it was a sign of weakness. He didn't want any weakness. He could feel it, it was too late now. He wasn't afraid of dying tonight. He wanted to protect her before dying. He shook his head and glided his fingers through his dark hair. 'What the f*** am I thinking? I should consider how to torture them. She's my f****** weakness. Damn it! They were here to kill her or kidnap her. Bl**** stalker will be behind this.' He thinned his lips as he strode toward the garage. The dungeon was near the premises of Rodriguez property. Liam, his older brother, decided it after his wife walked in the dungeon for entertainment, unknowingly. That she was walking in the hell