Chapter 7 You must be Lyra

LYRA

I continued flailing around, waiting for an opportunity to break free and make a run for it but he made sure I was locked in place.

I sighed inwardly with a scowl on my face as he walked out of the club with me on his shoulder like a lamb that was getting ready to be chopped.

The cool night breeze hit my face and my butt that was almost peeking out of my short skirt and leggings.

"Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice was calm and collected, completely covering up my inner rage. "Why didn't you tell me you knew my father?"

He paused for a second, then he continued taking long strides towards a black car that was parked right in front of the club.

He didn't even bother to answer my question.

He set me down gently and I immediately got ready to sprint but the warning glare in his eyes warned me otherwise.

I took a deep breath, then felt a presence behind me, forcing me to turn. My face turned bright red when I saw who it was.

It was the same man who had caught me and Mr Intruder doing something sinful with a lifeless body lying just inches away from us.

Probably noticing my embarrassment, Mr Intruder chuckled and I immediately threw him a sharp glare.

The man gave me a small nod before opening the back door of the car. I was pushed slightly from behind by Mr Intruder.

I'll keep calling him that because I didn't know his name and he wouldn't tell me.

I got into the car and sat down quietly, then it hit me, I left my phone and bag in the club, I was practically empty handed.

"My phone! I left my phone in the club!" I said sharply, staring daggers at the two men standing outside the car.

They both ignored me and that made my blood boil. "What? I'm not allowed to have my phone...n.now?" My voice trailed off as deep emerald eyes stared into my soul.

I didn't know when he got so close that we were sharing the same breath. His natural woody scent hit me hard, making me dizzy for a moment.

"W..what do you want?" I asked, stuttering like an idiot.

"From you?" He scoffed.

Again with the tune. What does he mean by that?

He suddenly raised his right hand and used his tattooed fingers to tuck a stray strand of hair from my face.

We were so close that our lips were almost touching, and for a moment, I wished they were.

"Done." He said, bringing me out of my fantasy and back to reality to notice that he had strapped the seatbelt around me.

I blushed hard in embarrassment. What was wrong with me?

He smirked, then he closed the door with a loud bang before walking around it and getting in from the other side.

The other guy stepped into the driver's seat and started the car, driving out of the club street and into the main road.

The man beside me took his phone out of his pocket and started typing away at it with a frown on his face.

I was bored. I needed my phone and my purse, my taser and self defence kit are all in my bag.

"How do I get my things?" I asked, staring angrily at the both of them.

"You'll get them in the morning." The man sitting beside me answered coldly without even looking at me.

"What's your name?" I asked again, I was tired of calling him Mr Intruder.

I finally caught his attention because he switched off his phone and stared at me for a few seconds before his lips suddenly curled upwards.

"Dante." He said simply, his deep voice reverberating in the car as he watched my every move.

"Dante..." I repeated under my breath. I liked the name, it suits him.

I felt someone staring at me and looked up, only to meet the driver’s eyes in the rearview mirror. His face showed no emotion, and his dark eyes were so cold it felt like he could see right through me.

'He’s scary' I thought, swallowing hard.

“That’s Matteo, my cousin.” Dante said beside me. I immediately looked away from the mirror and nodded, like a student pretending to understand a difficult math lesson.

Well, now I can stop calling Dante 'Mr Intruder'.

The drive took longer than I expected, by the time the car finally came to a stop, it was already past one a.m early the next day.

I got out of the car sleepily, my eyes were barely keeping themselves open at this point.

I glanced around at the place but I could barely make anything out because of how dark it was even with my eyes squinted.

"Follow me," Dante said in a commanding tone and I subconsciously stood up straighter and followed him into the large double doors.

I tried looking around but everywhere was dimly lit, so I couldn't see anything in the large room we entered.

"Welcome," A voice sounded behind us and I let out a shrill sound of fear and clutched on Dante's jacket.

"I'm sorry if I startled you." The voice sounded again, softly this time.

"It's fine," I clutched my chest and scowled at Dante after he let out a low chuckle.

Ignoring him, I fixed my gaze on the middle aged woman that finally stepped out of the dark, she had a warm, welcoming smile on her face.

"You must be Lyra." She said and I nodded immediately.

"Come with me," She gestured with her hand for me to follow her.

"Go!" Dante said simply before walking out of the room without even looking back.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and silently followed her upstairs. The stairs were never ending and I had to be careful because everywhere was dark.

"I'm sorry I couldn't turn on the lights," her steps became slow, "The masters doesn't like it." She added before stopping in front of a door and turned to me.

"This is your room, please make yourself comfortable and get enough rest, miss Lyra." She gave a small bowl before disappearing back into the dark.

I stood there for a few seconds, scared for my life but I eventually pushed the door and walked in after thinking about this being my father's house.

The room was also dark but I found the switch easily and turned it on.

Wow!!!

The room was stunning and unbelievably large. A queen sized bed sat in the middle, and beside it was a vanity set that looked expensive enough to buy a whole house. A white rug lay in the center of the room, and two doors stood next to each other.

It felt like someone knew my favorite colors and decorated the room just for me.

I walked to the first door and opened it, and my mouth fell open. It was the bathroom, complete with a jacuzzi tub. The bathroom alone was almost bigger than my entire apartment.

Still in shock, I stepped back and opened the second door. What I saw left me stunned.

Clothes. Piles of clothes, shoes, and handbags filled the huge walk in closet. I stood there speechless, wondering if I was dreaming.

I closed the door and walked toward the bed, where a pajama set was neatly folded on top. I picked it up, took off my tight clothes, and put it on.

The fabric felt soft and gentle on my skin. I lay down on the bed, and the moment my head touched the soft pillow, I drifted off to sleep.