Chapter 6

GREECE’s POV.

The moment his hand comes in contact with my bare thighs, I swallow hard. There is something about this brooding bad guy that I know I should stay away from. The way his gaze pierced the man that somehow managed to invade my privacy with his lame jokes which I decided to indulge. I mean I was bored to hell sitting here and he came along. He didn’t even ask me my name, just jumped into the typical flirty conversation of how beautiful I look and how much more beautiful I will look without my clothes on. Making a joke about the club and I decided to laugh at his stupidity alongside him. The only thing I want to do now is go home and jump into my bed. I hate all this, I hate that I have to be in the midst of these kinds of men. Men who do not have any kind of respect for their women or others.

I try to move away from Dominic’s grip but he doesn’t budge, his gaze still on the man like a slithering snake waiting to give his best bite. They are talking about guns and drugs, something I am not accustomed to but I know. It’s not like I expected him to talk about anything else. He is the leader of the mafia, this is what he does. If he rules his family with an iron fist, I can’t help but wonder how he rules his pack. Somehow this sinfully good looking man is much much more than I can fathom but I am going to learn him. One by one, I am going to strip him of his layer before dealing out a fatal blow. One that he will remember for the rest of his life.

In no mood to keep listening to them talk, I pick up my glass of champagne while setting my gaze across the room. That man has been ogling at me since I walked in here and I have not backed down, I have also kept my gaze on him. He isn’t hiding the fact that he has lustful intentions towards me, they all do except this jerk beside me, the one who hates me and I hate him. He makes a gesture towards some secluded part of the club and I roll my eyes at him. Do I look like someone he can just fuck?

After a few minutes, the need to use the restroom arises but Dominic’s hand is still pressed against my thighs like I am going to run away the moment he lets go of me.

I tap him lightly and he finally looks up, a frown gracing his face.

“What do you want?” He asks through gritted teeth, by now Sabastian has his eyes on me and how I want to poke him with my heels. Can all these men not look at women without sexualizing them? Once again, I am grateful that I lived a sheltered life because the real world is not as I imagined.

He keeps looking at me but I don’t bother to respond to him, not like he is going to understand sign language.

Without waiting for his response, I finally pull my body off the couch and walk off. He didn’t bother to follow me, maybe he finally understood what I meant. Luckily there is a sign leading to the restroom so I quickly find my way there.

I really want to go home, this place reeks of everything that I do not want, I want to be far away from everyone. Maybe in mother’s laps, listening to her tell me about her father became the alpha of our pack. I would never be in that position again and it hurts, it hurts so much that despite that, I am here with the man who massacred them, the one who unalived them without a second thought.

Just as I finished washing my hand, the door pushes open and through the huge mirror in front of me, I see him enter. The man that has been ogling me since I entered the club. Now getting a good look at him, I am not impressed. Compared to Dominic, he looks like child plays. The only thing worth looking at in him is his broad shoulders and height, aside from that he can give the witches from my books a run for their money.

Rolling my eyes, I chose to ignore him. Grabbing a tissue to clean my wet hands.

“Hey, Bella” his thick Italian accent hangs in the air and I find myself cringing. The only person whose voice and accent appear to me is Dominic. There is a certain charm to me…I shake my head to remove such thoughts, what the hell am i thinking? That handsome face is just the devil, nothing more.

“You were even more beautiful than I thought” he says again, “what’s your name?”

Throwing the tissue into the waste bin, I turn around and flash him a smile before making to walk away but he grabs a hold of my hand and pulls me closer. I can smell the cigarette smoke from him and my stomach churns, even my wolf is about to pass out from the thick stench of smoke.

“I am talking to you, Tesoro”

I clench my jaw together, yanking my hand away from him, “Bastard” I think to myself, still glaring at him.

“Are you ignoring me?” He suddenly sounds pissed, “who the hell do you think you are? How dare you?”

At that moment, the door opens up and a certain presence fills the room. I don’t bother looking back because I already know who it is..I have somehow become familiar with his cologne.

“Is there a problem, Christian?” He asked the man, “why are you holding onto her like that?”

“Padrino” a stupid smile spreads across his face, “I thought you were done with her, i didn’t…

My hand immediately collides with his face in a slap, the first I have done in my life. What part of me makes him think that I am a whore? Pig!

“Let go of her” Dominic orders, “and keep your dick to yourself”

“She slapped me”

“And I will smack head so hard you will lose your fucking teeth”

He finally lets go of me and I walk out of the room, not sparing any of them another glance.

A few minutes later, Dominic joins me in the vip lounge, he and Sebastian continue with their meeting while I have my eyes closed for the entire time.

Finally he taps me again and I open my eyes.

“I had the kitchen make something for you” he says, “go with Atlas. He will bring you back after you have eaten”

I look up to see the Atlas guy, I have not seen him before. I can’t even refuse, I am hungry. Without saying anything, I stand up and follow him towards the dining room to meet a meal of spaghetti and bacon. It looks delicious.

“I will wait outside the door, ma’am” Atlas says and he disappears out of the room leaving me alone in the huge dining room. Why the heck did he bring me by the way? It’s not like I have anything doing here and he keeps talking to me like I will be able to answer him.

Rolling my eyes for the umpteenth time tonight, I decide to focus on my food. In my bid to take revenge on that man, I need to be alive so food is vital.

True to his words, Atlas is still standing by the door when I walk out. He bows lightly on seeing me. Did this man not know that I am a prisoner of his boss or he is just doing it for the sake of it?

“Padrino is already waiting in his car, I will take you to him”

I answer him with a nod and the moment I slip into the space beside Dominic who has his attention on his iPad, I let out a sigh. The goddess knows how much I have wanted to go home.

As soon as the car pulls out of the premises, I press my head against the headrest and close my eyes. The thought of my family painstakingly creeps into my mind and I bite down on my lips lightly to stop the tears threatening to fall. What would father say when he sees me sitting beside his murderer.

“We have one more stop before we head home” his voice filters through but instead I raise my middle finger to him. If I perish, I perish, he can go fuck himself.

I hear him scoff before grabbing a hold of my hair and I let out a little yelp.

His face is only an inch from me, I can smell his cologne and the mint from his breath. I clench my jaw together as I continue to stare into his eyes.

He is already pissed? He can also pull our his gun and blow my fucking brains out because i genuinely can not take this our.

“You might want to take that back, Greece” he mumbles but loud enough for me to hear, “it doesn’t look good on you”

“Murderer” I mouth, making sure he sees me and he scoffs again.

“I might add you next to that list if you piss me off the more”

Letting go of my neck, he straightens his suit, “now continue being the meek girl i know, you don’t want to get yourself killed before you can pay your father’s debt”

Another plea to the moon goddess, I hope he loses that sinfully handsome face that gives him fifty percent of his morale.