Chapter two

Basil brought Irish to his Condo Unit where he's staying. When they got there, two of his men are waiting for them holding their luggage bags. It's Alex and Cufer. Basil drags her to his room and throws her in the bed. Irish gave him a death glare for the dragging her the whole time.

He throws a white floral dress to her. "Change your clothes." He said as he eased the necktie of his suit.

Irish glared at him, "I'm not coming with you Mr.—whatever is your name. We're not married!" she snorted and take-off her ring.

"Put it back," he ordered.

She laughed sarcastic, "I don't want to. Here's your ring!" She throws it to him. "I'm out."

She stood up and about to walk when Basil held her arm tightly. Their eyes met.

"You'll do what I say whether you like it or not. You are already my wife," he said pressing her arm.

"O-ouch, its hurt!" she said in pain trying to release her arm to him.

He released her. "Are you wearing back your ring or I will cut off your fingers? You choose, love."

"Okay fine. Damn this!" She gets her ring and wears it back. "Are you happy?"

"Tsk. Start changing. I'll wait you outside." he said and leave her in the room.

"Damn it!" she shouted as he left her alone.

She stopped when she saw the telephone in the table beside of the bed. She run and locks the door. She immediately dialed the number of the Police Station she remembered.

"Hello, please help me. I'd been kidnapped by a man. Where are in the Astalavista Condo. I'm begging you please help me. Huhuhu!" she said without pausing in the telephone acted like she's crying and put the line off.

She run towards the bathroom to changed. She needs to fix herself before the Police came. For sure they won't believe her if they saw her wearing a wedding gown. She looked herself in the mirror. The white floral dress fitted her. In-fairness that man has a good taste, she thought and goes out in the room.

Basil raised his eyebrow when he saw her in the dress he gave. Irish just rolled her eyes to him and suddenly—someone doorbell in his unit. His men pulled out their guns and Basil ordered them to look at it.

"What are you smiling there?" he asked as he caught Irish grinning.

She shook her head. "Nothing."

"Boss there are police outside," said Alex.

Basil glared at her. "Did I tell you not to do anything stupid?" He asked and walk towards the door.

Basil opened the door and there are four police officers in front of him. They were taken aback seeing him. When Irish saw it was the police she run quickly and pushed Basil as she gets in the door.

"Thanks God you're here. Help me. He was forcing me to come with him," she begged holding their hands.

Basil grimaced and pulled out his Double Barrel Pistol inside of his suit. The four police saw him and he immediately pull Irish to him.

"Put down your gun now, Basil!" one of them ordered.

They knew this man? Irish wondered in her mind. They are now pointing their guns to Basil and they step inside. As the two police saw Alex and Cufer holding a gun pointing at them, they pointed their guns too.

"Put down all your guns now!"

"Free her or we will force to shoot you!"

"S-sir help me I don't want to die," she begged while Basil holding her waist tight.

"Tsk," Basil suddenly shot them in their heads.

He released Irish as the four Police fell on the floor bleeding.

"Oh, my gosh! You killed them!" said Irish in shocked.

"That will gonna happen if you do any stupidity again," he said at her back, "Besides I can't kill you so they paid what you have done."

Irish didn't speak and still in shocked. She swallowed three times after hearing what Basil told her. So, these are my fault? She asked in her mind looking at the bodies.

Alex and Cufer start cleaning the bodies. They putted them inside the bathroom and mop the blood in the floor. After cleaning, it seems nothing happened.

Basil suddenly showed up in front of her and put a packing tape in her mouth. Her eyes winded and she's about to take it off when one of his men ties her hand using the packing tape.

"What are you doing?" she tried to ask but her mouth shut with the packing tape.

"Where is the bag?" Basil asked to his man.

Alex gets the bag putting it on the floor and Basil carried Irish to put her inside. The bag is a human size that's why she fits there. Irish was about to stood up but Basil closed the zipper of the bag.

"Let's go," Basil said and carry the bag to his back where Irish is.

Basil stopped for a second when Irish is annoying him inside.

"I will shoot you to your head if you'll not stop moving," he threatened her and she stopped.

Basil eyed his men to go out first and they start pulling their luggage bags in the floor. They are now walking towards the elevator. When they got in the ground floor, they found their car not far away from them. As they get inside, he put Irish beside him in the backseat. She is not moving inside feeling scared after threatening her. He might shoot her next like what happened to the four police.

They are now heading back in the Ancestral Mansion which entitled to Basil. When they arrived, Della the only maid and his other men greeted them. He just ignored them and continued walking carrying the bag where is Irish. She gave him a glare when Basil opens the bag. He takes the packing tape to her mouth and cut the packing tape to her hand.

"How dare you! Why did you put me inside? Do you know it's hard to breathe in there?!" she snorted and hit his chest.

"I just punished you for calling the cops," he said mildly and takes off his coat.

Irish is about to speak when she realized the place where they are. The style of his room is an old class like she's travelled back in the past. He never does any renovation to the Mansion since it entitled to him. It remained as what it look-like when his Ancestral are still alive.

"Get some sleep. I'm going to sleep," he said unbuttoning his polo.

Her forehead knotted on what he said. I thought he will do something tonight? She wondered and curious what it is. When her eyes land in Basil's half naked body she suddenly turned her back. She can feel her cheeks are burning.

"W-where is my room?" she stammered asking him.

"This."

Her forehead knotted. "And where is your room?"

"Here."

Her eyes widened and face him quickly but after realizing that he's half naked in front of her she diverted her eyes to somewhere.

"N-no. It's a big, big no! I'm not going to sleep with you. You might rape me here," she demanded and cross her arms.

He raised his eyebrow steeping forward from her. "What's wrong if I'm going to rape you?"

"H-hey, don't come near me," she stammered as she stepped backward.

Basil didn't mind to hear her and continued walking towards her until he cornered Irish in the wall.

"Go away!" she snorted and her toes start shaking in nervous.

She's about to push him when Basil grabbed her hands and put it in her top. Oh, my gosh! What is he going to do with me? She asked nervously in her mind.

He grinned, "You already my wife Irish."

Basil lingering his finger to her face while his other hand is holding her hands at the top. He was touching every part of it from the eyes till he stopped in her thin crimson lips. Irish's heart pound and pound like she is going to explode in so much nervous on what he might do to her.

"I can do whatever I want to do with you," he whispered.

His hand is now going down to her neck and he grinned as his finger felt how she swallowed. He continued what he's doing until he reached the button of her dress. He can feel her chest breathing in nervous.

"Besides it’s our honey moon right?" he asked.

Irish's eyes widened. What honeymoon is her talking about? No! No! she panicked in her mind. She suddenly held her breath when Basil start unbuttoning the dress she wore.

"We can make love right no—"

"No!"

As Irish escaped in his hands, she immediately pushed him away. Basil glared at her and she do the same on him.

"There will be no honeymoon that will happen! Understand? In your fucking dreams!" she said without gasping an air.

He hissed and throws his self in the bed. "You can take the other rooms outside just choose."

He ended their topic. Irish was about to speak again when she saw his eyes already closed. He's like one of the ancient Greek Gods sleeping on his bed. Everything in him is well mold from bottom to the top. Even you are the most handsome man in the world, your attitude is fucking turn-off. Damn you! she said in her mind and walked towards the doorway with heavy footstep.