Chapter four

Irish is running and the woods. She can hear the different sounds of the animals there—and the footsteps that are chasing here. She needs to get out of there. She needs to—she suddenly screamed when a roar of gun shots endeavor the woods. The crows suddenly flew away because of the disturbance.

"Help! Please someone help me!"

She screamed for help but there's no sound coming out from her mouth. She wants to stop running because of tiredness. But she needs to run away to save her life. She doesn't want to die—but it's a dead end for her. She's almost running in the woods for almost three hours and she can't feel her foot. It became numb.

She cried when she stumbled by a rock. Irish tried to run but it seems it was an unlucky night that her feet broke off. She didn't run again and cried in the middle of darkness in the woods.

"I can hear you crying love."

She bitted her lower lips and sobbed silently. She can feel it, he's nearby her. She stopped when she felt the cold head of his Double Barrel Pistol in the back of her head. She cried out loud but the man behind him look at her merciless.

"I'm begging you don't kill me," she pleaded.

Basil didn't hear her. He didn't hear anything from her and slowly pull the trigger of his gun—and a bullet comes out.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Irish screamed when she saw herself dead in the woods. She didn't stop screaming that's why Basil awaked and walk irritated to her room. As she saw Basil entered, her scream became loud pointing her finger at him.

Basil covers his ears. "Will you please stop screaming?" He snorted.

"Ahhhhhh!" she only replied while still on what she's doing.

In annoyance Basil walk towards her and gave her a kiss—she stopped.

"Now you stop," he smirked.

Irish blinked her eyes in shocked. "How dare you to kiss me!" She hit him the pillow.

"Why? You're my wife. I can kiss you anytime I want."

"No, you can't! Get out of here! Out! Out!" she yelled like a child.

"Tsk. We'll talk tomorrow. We're not done," he said and turn his back.

"Talk tomorrow yourself!"

She snorted when Basil already left in her room. She hides in her blanket and tried to forget what she had dreamed—but it didn't make her sleep again. Damn it! Is it a sign that he'll going to kill me? Am I next to his men? Huhuhu, she cried in her mind.

The clock's hands passed five hours but Irish didn't back in her sleep. She was scared that her nightmares might continue and her parents start grieving at her in the cemetery.

Knock! Knock!

All of a sudden, a knocked on the door interrupted Irish's thoughts. She goes out in her blanket with heavy eyelids because of sleepless.

"Kyria mou (My lady) the breakfast will prepare in ten minutes," Della said outside.

"Okay," she replied drowsily.

After Della heard her, she walked downstairs to prepare the dining table. She's the only maid inside the Mansion and she's the one who are doing all the job there. Sometimes if she can't do the job all by herself, she seeks help from the men of Basil that is guarding the mansion. She never complaint to her situation and it seems Della enjoying the whole time around of her job alone.

Basil is now in his sit waiting for Irish to join him in the table. He's now wearing a black tuxedo and he has fifty sets of it in his closet. It's the only clothes that he had except to his sandos and shorts. He's too formal in clothing even he's just in the Mansion.

He arched his eyebrow when he saw Irish wearing a short that's exposed her whole legs. He even saw her pink bra on what she is wearing. Basil grimaced and rub his temple with one hand and Irish is about to sit in front of him when he cleared his throat.

Irish looked at him and he points the seat beside him. The table is five meters long and if they will sit in both end of the table, they probably not hear each other. She grimaced and walk towards him. Irish's forehead knotted when she saw a gun beside the plate of Basil and she suddenly remembered her dreams. Her heart pounds like hell remembering how he killed his men in just a second. This man beside him really gives her goose bumps.

"Morning," he greeted as she sat beside him.

"Morning," she replied and smiled widely at him.

She needs to playact nice to him if she wants to stay alive because he might shoot her in the head in one wrong move.

"You look idiot in your smile," he annoyed.

"Damn you," she mumbled in her eyes.

"I heard you," Basil said who's starting eating.

She just rolled her eyes and start placing food to her plate. While they're eating Della is standing behind them and Irish noticed her.

"Della why don't you join us here?" she asked here.

"She can't," Basil answered for her.

"Are you Della?" she asked arching her eyebrow.

"Kyria mou, (My lady,) I only allowed eating once your breakfast is done," she answered mildly.

"See? She can't." He sipped on his coffee.

"You should let her to join us to eat. The table is too big for us. Look at this table, this are almost for twelve people and then we're just the two of us eating here?" she demanded.

"You're not the one who will be following here, love. I'm still the Boss here and if you had a problem with my rules... You have something to place with," he said and put his gun inside his tux.

Irish swallowed seems she knew that Basil warned her as he putted the gun inside the tux.

"Hehehe, it was just a suggestion. You're too serious," she said and punch his arm gently.

Basil glared at her. "Tsk. Come with me. We have something to talk about." He stood up.

"But I'm not yet done," she complaint.

"It's not my problem your mouth fault. You're so talkative." He started walking.

"Kyria mou, (My lady), you should follow him right now," Della warned her side.

"Is he going to kill me if I don't follow him right now?" Irish whispered to her.

Della shrugged. "I don't know, kyria mou (my lady), but my advice is you should follow him right now." She repeated.

Irish grimaced and followed Basil quickly who is walking slowly. She doesn't know if he really meant it to walk slowly or he is just really slow? The way he walked added to his formality and she just notice that their attires didn't match. What the hell I seem look a slave prostitute in my attire! She complains in mind. All of his men are wearing also black tuxedo and also Della who is wearing the formal attire of a maid. She is the only one who is different front them.

Irish suddenly bumped in his back when Basil stopped walking. They're now in in front of the room where Basil is always staying during his leisure time. He faced Irish and glared at her.

"Are you really an idiot?"

"You're the one who stopped and I'm the one who you calling idiot!" she snorted.

Basil glared at her and Irish fight back him a glared also.

He hissed, "I could kill you right now for being an idiot, love."

Her eyes widened and before she could speak Basil entered inside. She remembered again her dream that he shot her in the woods. She bitted her lower lip and just follows him inside. Be good Irish! Play nice! She scolded herself in her mind.

As she entered inside, she runs quickly at Basil's back seeing the Arkansas Giant Bulldog running towards her. Basil named it Maggie when he's six years old and the place where they are is Maggie's place.

"Wahhh! I don’t like dogs!" she screamed hiding at his back.

Maggie sat in front of them wagging her tail.

"What the hell? Take that dog away from me!" she snorted.

"This is Maggie's place." Basil said and walks toward in the couch.

"Arf!"

Irish run quickly when Maggie barked at her. She sat in the couch that's in front of him and the dog followed her.

"Take your dog away from me!"

His eyebrow arched. "What is your problem?"

"I don't like dogs because they bite. Period!" she answered.

"She doesn't bite. She doesn't like idiot," he said sarcastic.

Irish glared at her. "Tsk." She hissed and cross her arms.

"So..." He takes out his gun inside his coat and put in the table in front of them.

Damn, is it required to put his gun in front of us? she asked annoyed in her mind after seeing his gun. Irish diverted her eyes to Maggie who's sitting beside Basil. She eyed at Maggie and mouthed 'You are ugly filthy creature'.

"Arf!"

She straightened her back in the couch when Maggie barked at her. It seems she could understand what Irish just said.

"Why the hell are you screaming last night?" Basil continued.

"Ahh, last night? It's nothing. It is just nightmares," she rolled her eyes.

"Nightmares with me?" he guessed.

Irish stopped as he guessed the nightmares she is talking about.

She chuckled, "Hahaha. You're so assuming. Why the hell I'm going to dream about you?"

"Tsk. You are really an idiot. Dream is different from nightmares. I didn't say you were dreaming about me unless you really are," he grinned.

"Pfft. It's just the same you're still sleeping whether you're having dreams or nightmares."

He grimaced, "Idiot."

"Let's change the topic. Why are we here anyway?" she asked.

"To talk about us. We ne—"

"Okay first of all there are no us. There's nothing between us. I rather called this kidnapped than calling we're married," she cut him off.

Basil hissed, "I never asked a ransom to your parents."

She rolled her eyes. "It's just the same because there's money involved. The difference is you're the one who gave money not my parents."

He rubbed his temple with one hand. "You know what? You're pretty but you're dumb." He glared.

"Hey you're too much! Later idiot and now I'm dumb? For your information..." She let her breast out and chins up at him. "I'd been Top one in executive in my elementary and high school days. So, don't you dare to call me dumb or I might slap you my entire medal. Hmp!"

"What about your college days?" he asked.

She grimaced, "Don't ask as if you want to know." She leaned her back in the couch.

"That's why we're here. I want to know something about you and I will tell mine at the same time especially my rules."

Irish nodded. "I’m not in the mood to tell a story. You can start what are we going to talk about except about my life." She crossed her arms.

"What do you think of me?" he suddenly asked, "On what you had saw me did last night?" he added.

She faced him and remembered how he kills the cops and his men last night. She even included her dreams.

"You're a killer slash drug lord," she answered.

"Like what I'd expect." Basil nodded. "You ask while I'm still in the mood to answer."

"What is this all about, this marriage? Why did you marry me?"

"You'll know, next question."

Irish look at him unbelievable to his answered. He is really in the mood in his answers, huh? She said sarcastic in her mind.

"Why did you kill the cops and why they know you?" she asked again.

Basil stood up and turned his back on her.

"Hey! Where are you going?" she snorted.

"Arf!" Maggie barked at her.

"Shut up you filthy dog or I will make you the Maggie seasoning," she warned her.

"Just wait there," he ordered.

Her forehead knotted in confused and just wait for him to comeback. While she was waiting, Maggie comes closer to her to play.

"Stay away from me. I don't like you!" she snorted softly.

Irish get the pillow in her back and hit it to Maggie's face repeatedly.

"Stay away from me! Away! Away!"

"What are you doing?" Basil asked when he came back.

Irish stopped hitting Maggie and face where is Basil standing looking at her annoyed.

"Nothing! We are just playing hitting each other, right Maggie?" she faced her.

"Arf! Arf! Arf!"

Irish jumped in her seat when Maggie barked at her again and again seem she will bite her. Damn this dog! Irish said in her mind. Basil grimaced and walk towards back in the couch. As he sat, he placed the folder in the table.

"What is that?" she asked arching her eyebrow.

"Read this to answer your question," he ordered.

"What! Are you serious? I'm going to read it?" She stood up pointing the folder at the top of the table.

"Yeah, I'm not forcing you to read it but the answer is inside."

"I thought you're going to answer my question? You just told me earlier that ask a question while I'm still in the mood to answer," she mimicked him.

"Tsk. What do you think I'm doing? I'm already giving you the answer and you just need to read these fucking one folder. Is that hard to do?" he asked emphasizing the 'one folder'.

“Okay fine! I'm going to read it!" she snorted and sits back in the couch.

He grimaced, "Ask again."

"About last night um... What happened up there and why did you kill those men? I'm just curios"

I hope he answer my question verbally not by folder. Damn this man, she complaint in mind.

Basil cleared his throat. "It's just a business, love. Nothing is personal. If they don't understand and do the right job, what the hell I care? Their lives are nothing comparing the one million they wasted because of their addiction in my fucking narcotics." he said emotionless.

Irish swallowed three times after hearing him. She suddenly felt goose bumps for the hundredth times.

"Any question?"

Irish shook her head and didn't say a word. He nodded and stood up.

"Let's go to my rules then." He looked Irish from her button up to the top.

She suddenly covered her body with the pillow when she noticed him.

"Pervert!" she snorted.

"I don't like what you're wearing, love. Try it to compare with mine," he said, "I looked formal in my attire and you look like a prostitute trying to seducing me with your pink bra." he grinned.

"Arf!" Maggie barked at her.

"See? Even Maggie is agreed with me," he smirked.

"How dare you! I'm not seducing you and is it my fault if this clothe, is only I have in my luggage?!" she snorted; "Besides this is the way how I wear and I'm not the one who will adjust here."

"You have to... in the closet in your room there are clothes that you can use. I'm expecting you to wear it or else you're going to be naked all the time here." he warned.

Irish's mouth turned to 'O' and in a second, she frowned. "Fine!"

"Second... You are not allowed to go out without me or without my permission," he continued of his rules. "Especially when I'm not here in the Mansion." he added.

Her forehead knotted. "Why?"

"You don't want to see me when I'm angry. I hate people who don’t follow my rules," he answered, "You see last night? They didn't follow my ordered that's why I killed them." he added.

Irish swallowed three times. Don't tell me he will kill me if I don't follow him also? She bitted her lower lip in what she had thought.

"Third, you should not take your ring of."

She just nodded and looks in her ring remembering she took it off and he gave threats that he'll going to cut her fingers.

"Fourth, as I told you last night you're not allowed going and entering upstairs. “He ordered,” You're free to go anywhere here except the upstairs."

She just nodded in his next rule.

"Last..." he paused.

"Last?"

She's waiting for him to continue. Basil's dark eyes are looking intently to her.

"Stay with me no matter how ruthless I can be." He turned his back after saying it. "That's all."

He walked out in the room and Maggie followed her. Irish was left speechless at the moment. Okay? I don't like the last rule. It's something creepy for me to follow, she disagreed in her mind as she felt goose bumps again.