Chapter Six

ANNIE 

   Two weeks had passed and my stay here seemed inevitable. My life had normalized here and so had my dreams. The first few weeks I came here, my dreams were mostly at my place or in Spain, but then it changed. The first time Dylan Xavier kissed me was the day my dreams started at his estate, and how he did dirty things to me — things I didn't want him to stop doing. Thinking back at the shower I wanted more of it, the way he aggressively pushed me and ate me up made me excited all of a sudden. He had used his long hard fingers and fucked me, I bit my lips and shut my legs tight, closing my eyes, my thoughts all about the wonderful things he could do to me. I put my fingers into my pussy and pushed it in slowly then aggressively like he had done. I looked at the table and saw a big screw driver and smiled. Using the handle I shoved it down my pussy and suddenly felt good though not better. 

   I thought of him as he sucked my pussy and licked the life out of it as I shoved the screwdriver deeper. In and out. This time, he was sucking my nipple as if they were his and I let out a moan. Dylan Xavier was sexy yet aggressive and I suddenly wanted him. Then… I thought of when he stood and left me in my own ecstasy and felt enraged yet horny as hell. I moaned again. This was getting fun until the door opened and revealed the man I was thinking of. He didn't look shaken but amused. I scrambled to a corner using the bedsheets to cover myself. My face was red with embarrassment yet I wanted him to do what he did.

Annie you're a ridiculous idiot!

I cursed myself shutting my eyes but he grinned.

He was amused.

“You're learning my little milkweed”, he said walking towards me only to nudge the bridge of my nose. “Well, not today. You should learn to shut the door, my love”. I looked down at my palms redrawing and retracing the lines on it. They were three; one on its own while the other two had a sort of confluence.

“I have news for you”. I looked up at him, he looked serious and there was a hint of protectiveness. But it was just a hint. 

“There would be a blackout tonight and maybe a shoot out. This is very rare especially in my estate, but the Madeline's have proven to be stubborn…” he talked about mercenary politics that I had no use to pay attention to. What was in my mind was that there was going to be a blackout!

That meant escape.

    Dylan Xavier was sexy as hell, rich as a king but I didn't want him… I wanted my normal life back. The life where Cammie and I were in it. The life where my colleagues at work were in it… a vaguely satisfied life.

“But what should I do?” I asked innocently but he just shrugged.

Right.

He doesn't give a fuck about me. “You'll stay put in the house, they would all be dead before they would reach the house, my love”. I didn't care what he said but the word “my love” gave me goosebumps but I shrugged it off. 

I shouldn't care.

***

DYLAN XAVIER 

   She looked so fucking good as she moaned that I felt it, my dick would not have resisted it if I didn't have experience with women. I watched her for a while before making my appearance known to her. Watching her cower felt good, but I had other things to do especially when the Madeline's had declared war on us.

  I gave her the piece of information, assuring her of her safety,only if she complied by my rules. I knew she would make a move whether it'd end her life or not.

I scoffed at such childish thinking, to think she could escape and go away with it. Even if she ran to heaven and asked the angels for help, I would still find her because she was my toy! Mine alone.

   My phone beeped and I answered the call and the voice was the only voice that made me happy at least for a long time. Amelia.

“Hey daddy!” She screeched and I winced at her loud voice. “Hello, sweet little thing”, I teased and I could see how she must have rolled her eyes and bit her lips and said… “Daddy! I'm not little anymore” she said and I laughed calmly.

“Why did you call? Or were you missing your dad? You know if you chose that I would send assassins to kill and would be so worried, then annoyed…”

“I know and you'd kill me and fall into depression”, she said and I smiled.

“I'll come home soon”

Hopefully that shouldn't be long…

***

ANNIE 

  The loud bang from a distance sounded like a warning sign and I  knew it. Who wouldn't. On hearing a gunshot at a mafia's home, the first thing to do was take cover —and stay down.

But I didn't stay down. 

This was my chance to leave the estate and go back to my normal life. I would gather enough money and go downtown until I was stable enough to leave the country. He wouldn't find me if did just that.

“Annie, I want you to stay here. If anyone comes to attack you, fucking shoot them”, Dylan said bringing me back to life. He held a pistol out to me.

“Shoot them?” I asked, looking at him as if he spoke something other than English. “Or you leave them to kill you,” he added.

I hate you! 

I thought, but took the gun anyway. Better safe than sorry.

   He didn't say any other thing and walked out leaving me to my darkness. I stayed still for a while still deciding if this was a good idea. But the angelic part of me wanted to run away from this devil and that meant I should.

You'd regret it…

My demon said and I shrugged, I wouldn't regret a thing. I held the gun and ran out of the room. No one was around, they probably were fighting and this was my only chance to prove to that bas... to prove to Dylan that I was smarter than him in every way.

   I ran out through the back which was safest and to my advantage. This was the first time I stepped out of his place, but everywhere looked normal like I had never been locked up for weeks.

“Which way should I go?” I murmured to myself choosing immediately to go right, there was no time to waste. I felt something or someone approaching and I ran.

Don't think Annie, just act!

I kept repeating to myself and suddenly stumbled on something. “Fuck”. This was no time for cursing so I stood to keep moving when I felt a sharp pain on my arm. I winced, it was probably a stray bullet. Holding my arm I continued running till I saw a clear road 

I was safe!

***

 Home.

I sat on the couch breathing fast as all the pain came back to me with full force. My arm hurt and I couldn't pull the bullet out but I had to try. Taking out my first aid kit, I began to treat myself; pulling out the bullet, applying methylated spirit on it and of course wincing and cursing. 

“I should be grateful that I'm home and free from that beast”, I muttered lying on the couch after I had put a bandage on it. I wondered how Dylan was faring, there was no need asking who would win the battle, it was obviously him, but…

“Get yourself together, Annie”. I scolded myself but I still wondered if he would look for me or wouldn't care.

   I needed sleep, tomorrow I would call Cammie and tell her what had happened these past weeks and that I needed to run far away from here.

I was home and that meant something to me.

   I am sitting on the couch talking with a girl that looks like Dylan and suddenly Dylan starts to bicker , his judgement clouded by something I can't comprehend. I join in the bicker and he pulls out a gun and shoots me… it's raining…

I forced my eyes opened  breathing heavily. It was just a bad dream. Dylan wouldn't kill me, he promised or maybe I was just overthinking the whole issue of running away. I shut my eyes and opened them, I needed a drink.

“He won't possibly kill me, would he?” I asked no one in particular as I stood to go to the kitchen. The light was dim but I could try and see, I took drink from the fridge and smiled, it was untouched. Downing the drink, I went back to the couch and lay down. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

5:00am 

   I opened my eyes and stared at the clock, I wondered why it became so noisy. Maybe I needed some air. I showered and decided to go for a short walk.

 I wore a smile looking at the quiet street, I looked at the weather, it was getting cloudy and I needed to go home before the it started raining. I hastened my steps almost reaching home when I saw the police.

What were they doing at my place?

Then I remembered

what Dylan had said and knew I had fucked up big time.

My demon was right, I shouldn't have left.

Fuck!