5. Spy?

Author's POV 

Arabella's scared eyes travelled from his deep blue eyes to his face which was sharp with beautiful features. The figure was tall, strong and was looking powerful. 

He had abandoned his shirt and was standing shirtless on a cold night. His ripped body was mocking her for her petite figure. 

She was still sitting on the ground, her eyes darted towards Julie who was on gunpoint of Noah. 

"Who sent you here to steal drugs?"

He glared at Julie. 

"We were not stealing, I swear!"

Julie panicked.

"I just wanted to sit on the swing."

Meanwhile Oliver was struggling to take off his eyes from the scared girl who was kneeling in front of him. Her innocent dove eyes were looking at Noah's gun scared. Her trembling lips were parted in shock. Her skin was looking starry under the moonlight. 

Her long lashes hid her blue orbs for a second and then again looked at him. 

He was getting hard by the sight, she was exactly where he likes his girls but she looked too innocent to realise it. 

"Get up!"

He ordered in his harsh voice. 

Arabella flinched and quickly got up but her injured feet felt the pain and she lost her balance. Oliver grabbed her delicate arms in his hold and she collided on his naked chest with gasp. 

His heart released a spark when her soft lips touched it's place. The feeling was foreign but good. 

"Why in the world you have to do this dirty work?"

He frowned, still looking at her small pink lips. He was not able to understand why an innocent looking young girl would do the stealing. 

"We are not stealing anything... I swear!... Trust us, please"

Julie pleaded and begged.

"Oh really, you were literally bidding for it."

Noah mocked her. 

"Just tell us who sent you and we might let you go..."

He was disgusted by the green colour she was wearing from head to toe. She was looking cute but it wasn't his color. 

"No, we are not bad people..."

Julie tried to set herself free. 

"I don't see your friend denying it."

He looked at Arabella who was frozen in Oliver's arms. 

"She won't say anything, she has sele____."

Before she could finish her sentence the watchman came back running. 

"Sir, I am sorry.... I went to the washroom. I had no idea how they entered inside. I was on watch, trust me!"

He was terrified, knowing he is getting to be punished. 

Oliver was in daze, his eyes were not leaving the angelic face but still he was aware of the situation. He dragged his hand away from her arms to unlock the gun and shot the guard in leg. 

Arabella screamed in unknowingly hugged Oliver tightly in fear. His heart bloomed when her soft and delicate hands wrapped around his big body. 

Julie fainted and fell on the ground with thud after getting shocked by the gunshot. 

"It was your responsibility to watch the gate."

Oliver looked at the guard who was moaning in the pain on the ground. 

Noah rubbed his face frustrated. This is not how he wanted his night to be. He was already tired.

"Now what to do with these girls? We need to find out about their motive."

Oliver smirked when Arabella quickly broke the hug and stepped back when Noah said that. 

"You take care of her. I want to keep this little kitten for now. She will tell us everything like a good girl."

Arabella's eyes widened when he said that. Her fearful eyes followed Noah when he dragged unconscious Julie with him. 

Oliver was admiring the fear on her beautiful face. 

"What's your name, kitten?"

He grabbed her attention. 

She gulped while looking at his mischievous smirk and turned around to run but her injured feet was acting like her enemies. 

Oliver found it cute the way she was trying to run away like a scared kitten. He didn't even have to take a long stride to catch her and she was back in his hold. 

She cried and screamed in his hold but he tossed her on his shoulders and started walking inside. Her delicate hands started hitting and scratching on his back and shoulders but it was nothing for him. 

She struggled and started crying harder when he ascended the stairs and headed towards the room. She was in panic. 

Oliver placed her down on the floor and she quickly tried to run out of the room but he was quick to wrap a hand around her belly and lift her back while kicking the door close. 

"Enough!"

His voice was strong and threatening. 

Arabella flinched and looked at him scared, she was frozen in her place by his threatening voice. 

Oliver stepped back from her and looked at her scared, crying and horrified face. Her lips were trembling with silent crying. 

The man in front of her had just shot a watchman, she couldn't imagine what he was going to do to her. 

His eyes couldn't leave her beautiful face but he can't ignore the possibilities of her being a spy after whatever she was doing in the garden with her friend. 

He has no choice but to interrogate her, no matter how innocent she was looking. 

"Sit down!"

He pushed her on the bed and frowned when she bounced back like a ball and tried to get away from the bed like it's going to hurt her. 

She hugged herself while shaking in fear and he got a doubt that she might have experienced something bad which is making her scared of the bed.

"You don't want to sit on the bed?"

She shook her head furiously. His frown deepened but still he grabbed her hand and made her sit on the couch. 

Arabella sat on it and looked at him nervously. Her stomach was twisting in knots. 

He dragged the coffee table and sat on it while facing her. 

His face was too close to her. His scent was strong and manly, she could feel getting intoxicated a bit but her fear was shaking her out of the feeling. 

Her heart was pounding after watching the way his eyes were wandering on her face. He was looking strict and dangerous. 

"What's your name?"

He questioned while wiping her wet cheek and she flinched. 

It was hard for her to talk. She struggled but couldn't speak. Oliver frowned and turned impatient. He wanted to hear her voice, wanted to see if her voice is just beautiful the way she looks. 

"I only ask once, kitten... I am a patient man until people don't try it."

He warned her in a gentle tone and couldn't deny that she was the first person who was making him struggle to be rough and dangerous, no matter what he says to her. 

"Who are you and what were you doing here?" 

Arabella silently cried as she couldn't speak confidently in front of him. Oliver was getting mad not knowing that she has selective mutism. 

He gritted and got up. Arabella looked at him confused as he opened a drawer and came back with the tool box. 

"I didn't want to but you are forcing me to do it."

He took back his seat and opened the box. 

Her eyes widened when she saw little torture weapons in it. She understood that he is really going to torture her and her blood went cold. 

He grabbed a cutter and forced it on her nail. 

"Speak if you want your pretty nail on your finger."

He ordered with anger blazing in his eyes.