My Foul Mouth.

Elle’s POV

“Jesus!!! Watch where you’re going, your fucking psychos, are you blind?”

I yelled at the bloody Black suv that just spilled muddy water on me.

There were two of them and they both stopped immediately, making a reverse.

I didn’t mind that, I just focused my attention on the mess, trying to wipe it off me.

One man came down from the first car, threw me a harsh look as he skidded to the second and pulled the door open slowly.

I scoffed.

What?

Then down came the most polished and certainly expensive shoes I’d ever seen step foot on the ground.

I lifted my eyes, catching the man bow before whoever was about to step down.

Odd.

Then, the figure stepped out, his hands dipped in his pockets.

As soon as I saw him, a brief sensation tingled in my chest.

Regret or perhaps…fear?

Or maybe it was the slight glow I caught in his eyes. Something unusual.

Whatever it was made me rethink my earlier outbursts.

Maybe I shouldn’t have said that. He looked…somewhat dangerous.

He was donned in dark clothes that suited his silhouette to perfection. Certainly, his tailor had to have had his finger blessed by the gods themselves.

His dress shirt was rolled up all the way to his elbows exposing a work of art tattoo you only saw on TV boys.

My eyes continued, not stopping until it got to the top.

Chest was as wide as a pallet and from the slightly exposed center side of it, I could already tell the tattoos on his arms were nothing compared to what was plastered on that wall he called a chest.

His face, his hair… forget his tailor.

The gods must have settled down to create him together.

He was annoyingly…attractive. And I hated thinking about it.

Perhaps, they just wanted to be amused by how many hearts he could break because without being told, I already knew that would be the order of his life.

I closed my eyes, trying to get rid of the illicit thoughts and fears.

After all, they were the ones that offended me.

They should be scared, not me.

He stood silently, gawking at me.

I shifted slightly, not sure how to react to that vicious stare.

“Repeat that!” He finally spat, voice calm but dark.

I squinted my eyes. “What?”

Silence.

He took another step closer, I took one backwards.

What the hell?

“Repeat yourself,” he commanded again.

What sort of commanding nature is this?

How dare he talk to me like this?

I eyed him up and down before throwing my hands on my waist. “I said, are you blind?” I repeated sarcastically.

“You offend me and still have the audacity to look me down like that?”

The men surrounding him looked mortified but I didn’t care. I would never let someone put fear in me.

One of them lunged towards me but was quickly held back by his boss which came as a surprise to him.

“Yeah go back, there’s nothing you can do to me. People are watching,” I said mockingly, earning a hard stare from all of them.

“How many times have you gotten away with this behavior?”

He asked like he was talking to a child.

I widened my eyes at his sheer audacity.

If it wasn’t because I had an important place to be I would have begun an insulting marathon at all of them.

“You know what, I don’t have anything to tell you. Just stop employing fucking losers as drivers. You look rich so why don’t you go out and get someone who knows what they’re doing. Stop being cheap!”

I paused.

“Or are you just a gigolo?”

“Are you craz—,” The other man, more like a minion, yelled but was quickly stopped again.

I laughed hysterically, not even sure where my bravery was coming from. I knew these people had to be dangerous but as usual, I couldn’t help my temper. It was a heavenly gift.

The supposed boss pulled my attention back to him again. “With this bravery of yours, you better have a strong support system to back you up.”

I blinked, now a little genuinely scared.

“What the hell does that mean?”

His jaw tightened as he turned away.

“Don’t you dare threaten me?” I wiggled my finger at him, pretending like his words meant nothing.

By this point, he had already climbed back into his car and while I continued to yell, the car sped off but not without splashing mud all over me again.

My rage grew and I quickly abandoned my fear fully, raining curses after him.

“You freaking bastard, I’m gonna kill you. You hear me? I’ll kill you whenever I see you again.”

About an hour later, I finally got to my destination.

The one my father’s neighbor, Mara, told me about.

And truly, the wall was magnificent. She did not lie about that. The gate was just as imposing. Tall, dark and heavy. You could tell that the metal was made of the strongest.

I stood in front of it, searching for a way to get him while being plagued with lots of thoughts about the other things I was told.

How true were they?

And how dangerous were the truths?

What could they possibly be hiding that would make them isolate themselves this much. They basically covered a lot of lands… in fact, it was like a city of its own within another city.

However, no matter how scary the truth may seem, nothing was about to stop me from going in there.

It was simple. I would just tell them I’m looking for a job.

Surely, in a place as big as this, they must have some kind of vacancy.

Suddenly the gate creaked and to my surprise, it began to open.

I should be scared and maybe avoid it. However, with the case at hand, that wasn’t the time to get scared so I made my way in slowly and the moment the gate closed after me, that fear returned.

At first, I saw no one around and wondered why a place like that would be so empty. But as I walked further in, I began to see a few people around and just like Mara had told me, they were really dressed in a surprising costume.

Royal costume.

I smirked, wondering if she had made a mistake with her analysis.

The place seemed more like a huge movie set rather than a residential area.

Finally, I got to an entrance and saw another person, a lady, dressed in one of those costumes.

“Hello, how can I help you?” she asked gently.

I smiled, handing her my résumé. “Hi, I heard I can get a job here.”

She ran her eyes up and down on me, her smile suddenly disappearing before speaking.

“I’m sorry, but we do not have any vacancies at this time.”

“But I heard—.”

“It doesn’t matter. Please, just leave.”

But I couldn’t leave. If it was just the job that brought me there, maybe I would have. But it was more than that.

My father’s life depended on my success in this very building. I had to get the job.

“Is there any way you can help me?”

“No—.”

“I’ll help you,” a somewhat familiar voice cut in from nowhere.

We both turned but to my horror,

It was him. The man from earlier.

The glowing eyes one.

He smirked, stepping closer and holding my chin. “Oh, I’m going to employ you. That way I can teach you some manners that you refused to learn at home.”

My heart sank.