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Chapter 5 Eyes I can't escape
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2026-06-25 16:04:36
I shouldn’t have brought this guy here. I should’ve left him back at the club. But… I couldn’t. There was something about him—maybe the stupid sunglasses, maybe the way he looked like a storm in human form. "I'm still waiting for my answer," he said, his voice dangerously calm as he stepped closer. "I don’t like my patience being played with." Before I could move, he spun the stool with a flick of his wrist. My back was now to the kitchen, pressed against the counter. He placed both hands on either side of me, caging me in. My heart pounded in my chest, my breath catching in my throat. He stared at me. Those eyes God. I forced myself to look away, gulping hard. "What's your name?" he asked, his voice low, intense. I could feel his gaze on my skin like heat. I wanted to ignore him. I wanted to ask why he even cared. But the way his voice settled deep in my bones—I found myself answering before I could stop it. “Ian… Ian Romero,” I stuttered. What the hell I don’t stutter. Ever. What is this man doing to me? “When I ask a question,” he said, leaning in slightly, “you look at me.” He gripped my chin and tilted my face toward his. I nodded. “Words, tiger,” he murmured, his tone sharp and almost… amused. "Y–yes," I choked out. "Good." He let go of my chin, placing his hands back on the counter beside me. "So, my name is Alexander," he said with calm authority. "Now tell me—why am I here?" I swallowed, suddenly nervous again. "I… saw you at the club yesterday," I began, words tumbling out in a rush. "You were drunk and—chaos was about to break out. So me and my friend—you saw her—we brought you here.” His face stayed unreadable. "So how did you know chaos was about to start?" I hesitated. “I… I don’t have an answer for that.” Something flickered in his eyes. Like he was holding something back. Like he was testing me. “Fine,” he said at last, stepping away and walking into the kitchen as if nothing had just happened. I stood there for a moment, dazed. “I’m going upstairs,” I muttered and rushed up to my room. Once inside, I locked the door behind me and slid down to the floor. I pulled at my hair, needing the sting of pain to feel real. What the hell is wrong with me? What is this feeling? I don’t want it. I’m not supposed to feel anything. I’m a Mafia leader. My father didn’t raise me to… catch my breath over some stranger with two-colored eyes. That bastard. This has to be his doing. Some way to test me or humiliate me. I punched the floor in frustration, needing the pain to ground me. Ten minutes passed in a blur before the doorbell rang. I frowned. Who could that be? It couldn’t be Amanda—she never rings the doorbell. I got to my feet and headed downstairs. Alexander was already by the door, muscles tense like he was expecting trouble. I moved closer and pulled the door open wider. Relief washed over me. “Liam. Come in,” I said, motioning for him to enter. I walked past Alexander, head high, acting like he didn’t exist. I dropped onto one of the sofas, and Liam sat on the one next to it. From the corner of my eye, I saw Alexander back in the kitchen—watching us, his sunglasses back on. “So, Liam,” I said, giving him the cue to speak. “The Spiders,” he began, “are starting to move into our territory.” Fucking morons After me and my men wiped out their so-called brother gang, they still had the guts to crawl into my domain? “This file contains the details concerning their movement,” he said, handing me a folder. “You can go.” “Thank you, sir.” As soon as the door closed behind Liam, Alexander walked toward me. Now what? “I’m hungry, Ian,” he said. “I can’t find anything edible.” I froze. The way he said my name—like he owned it—sent a shiver down my spine. “My… nanny will be here soon.” He tilted his head slightly. “Your nanny?” he asked, voice low and curious. Right on cue, Sandra walked in from the back door, arms full of groceries. “Sorry for the delay, sir,” she said politely. “Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes.” “Thank you so much, Sandra,” I replied. Alexander seemed distracted now, thankfully. I grabbed the file and rushed back upstairs, locking the door behind me once again. --- 
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