Chapter Seven

Alina

I was FUCKED.

If I thought I was fucked in the day, now it was worse than before. What was this? Was this karma coming back to bite me in the ass in its own unforgiving way? But for what reason?

I threw on my clothes and lastly, sunshades. The last thing I wanted was to be caught in public with Sebastian. Not with the endless number of paparazzi that seemed to have taken an unnecessary interest in me.

“I am going out for a little while” I called out to Charles who sat casually on his favorite chair, flipping through pages of a book.

 

“But it's quite late”  He protested and stood up from the chair, taking off his reading glasses. I could see in his eyes that he did not approve of it.

 

“I won't be gone long, I am just going for a walk, I need to clear my head”I said as if I had every right to do so.

 

“Are you sure you are alright Alina?” He asked with a worried expression.

 

“Yeah, why wouldn't I be? But I will even be better when I take this walk” I answered and headed out of the building before he could protest further.

I took my car contrary to what I said about going for a walk.  And when I got inside La Casa, it wasn't hard to spot him casually glancing through his phone and the watch around his wrist.

 

“Just on time,” He said when I finally reached him. His face was plain, with no trace of emotion at all. As always. I thought.

 

“What do you want?” I barked, still standing.

 

“Sit” He pointed to the empty chair opposite to him.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes and tell him that I wasn't one of his subjects, not anymore. But I didn't, that would only means going back and forth, I didn't have the time.

I sat. “So...” I stared at his face. Waiting for him to continue.

 

He put his phone back into his pocket. “I have good news for you” He started. That was never a good sign. Whatever is going on with him now, it must be bad news.

 

“You will marry me” It didn't sound like he was asking, it sounded like he was telling me. A declaration.

 

“No way” I scoffed. How dare he think I would actually marry him after threatening me? Who did he think he was?

 

“Don't play with me, Alina. You will tell your grandfather that we were lovers who lost contact, you will ask for his blessings, you will marry me and only when you give me an heir, will we be done” He said calmly as if talking to a small child.

 

“Never! Fuck you Sebastian” I spat.

 

He chuckled humorlessly and it sent the hairs on my arms and back straight up. “If you don't” He drawled. “I can assure you that you will regret this decision.”  He finished.

 

I felt my body starting to shake. I was angry, frustrated, and terrified of what was coming. “You are still engaged, why don't you just marry her and forget about this whole thing? What do you want from me? Didn't you say I was a whore, does your family not think the same thing? We can let this slide, we can pretend we never knew each other and we will both be fine” I Suggested.

 

His eyes narrowed dangerously as he leaned forward, making the space between us smaller. “And why should I agree? If I let this pass without any consequences, then you wouldn't take me seriously. A Wolfe never goes back on his words”  He declared and leaned even closer. His breath reeked of whiskey, and woody cologne that played with my nostrils. “And I won't make the mistake of letting someone else get away with breaching their contract again, you understand that, yes? Now, I am offering you one more chance to reconsider. You don't have a choice but I will give you a week to agree or else, you know how it is going to end”  He finished and sat back down.

 

My mind went blank.

 

“You are disgusting”  I growled and stood up and walked out of the building ignoring his calls for me to stay behind. My feet carried me to the parking lot. My hands fisted so tightly I could feel my nails digging into my palms.  I needed air. Needed some form of clarity. My thoughts whirled and spun until they collided and left me dizzy.

 

While I leaned against my car, I heard footsteps shuffle behind me.

 

“Hello maami” A male who looked extremely high on  something approached me slowly. “Do you need anything from me? I got whatever it is you're looking for. I can help you. I promise” He smiled. His dark blonde hair hung over his forehead as he tilted his head towards me. His voice made my stomach churn in an unpleasant way. He smiled, exposing his yellow teeth.

 

“No, I am good” I said immediately as I struggled to open the door  to my car and get away from this man’s sickening presence.

 

But he pulled me back and spun me around a little bit too roughly, his eyes skimmed my body.

 

“I see you looking nice tonight...” He smirked and grabbed both my wrists, pinning them above my head.

I struggled and pushed him back and he staggered easily, the effects of the drugs.

 

My keys slipped off my hands and somehow I couldn't tell where the hell they were.

 

“Now” His face darkened. “Tell me how you can pay me and we'll part ways”

 

I looked around and there was nobody near me. I was fucked.

 

“I  don't do charity cases.” I stated firmly, hiding my fears  with anger. I glared at him.

 

There was silence. Then he chuckled “Maybe you can be persuaded to reconsider” He laughed and tried to jump at me.

 

I closed my eyes, ready to scream but I didn't feel the impact coming . Instead I heard a thud.

I opened them, to discover that Sebastian was above him while the junkie was on the floor.

 

Sebastian punched him over and over. His punches grew increasingly faster until blood began to flow from the stranger's nose. I backed away to a corner and watched. My mind was reeling, I couldn't believe my eyes.

 

“Stop, stop! you'll kill him” I heard myself yell  and stepped closer to them.

 

But I was too afraid to  move closer. Sebastian stopped punching him suddenly. He took deep breaths and turned to look directly at me.

 

The rage in his eyes seemed to grow even more and when I looked back at the man on the floor, he laid there unmoving and the worst part, he was not breathing.