Chapter 4

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>>>> HIDALGO POV <<<<

The morning is replenished with piercing cold breezes, and it's refreshing to one’s skin as I legged it out of the five-star classy hotel I owned in Italy.

I gaited to the parking lot, my left hand tucked in my pocket as I got to my car and hopped into the driver's space, before stirring the vehicle into life.

Hence, I speedily drove away and into the highway.

I'm heading to the mansion to confront my father, he has a lot to explain to me about what he did yesternight.

Last night at the engagement party, I had seethed out of the hall right after the young lady whose father had engaged to me was been taken away to the mansion.

"My son! My son!! My son!!!" My mother had yelled my name, crying out to me while struggling to prevent me from engressing from the hall.

However, I was irked to the core that I had to tear hell for leather out of the hall and traveled to somewhere else in the city last night just to tranquilize my burning heart.

It rained cats and dogs but still, I drove in the heavy downpour.

I was hot under the collar, and I was hysterically exasperated.

Why would my father do this to me? Why would he engage me with an ordinary random girl he just came upon?

In as much as my engagement to Lucy was just to seal our family friendship into a much greater union, I still see her as a woman who's solely fit to be by my side.

Lucy and I have known each since when we were in childhood; she's glamorous, educated, modern, presentable, and much more I desired in a woman.

I'm completely against tying the knot with that young lady father wants me to marry, she's not even in my category and she will never be my type!

I'm Reagan Hidalgo, and I know my worth.

Arriving at the entryway, the automatic golden gate unlocks at once after scanning my car and I drove in precipitously and took an abrupt halt in front of the massive mansion.

I descended from my car, and Graham, my driver hurriedly jogs up to me and I flung my car keys to him which he caught flawlessly.

"Welcome, sir!" He bowed, but I was ignorable to his unharmed greeting which was normal as I flounced toward the mansion.

Seven maids stood at the door entrance in two rolls, they all bowed respectfully in reverence and I took an abrupt halt in front of them.

"Where's my parent?" I bleakly asked them.

"Senior madam is inside her room napping, and your father is in the living room!" Replied fearfully one of the maids, she's standing in the front roll.

I clenched my fist, storming past the maids as they quickly paved the way for me to walk through.

Hence, I came upon my father who sits comfortably on the expensive Zara Royal sofa in the living room, he was keenly watching a TV exhibition.

"Father!" I called his attention, ambling closer to him and I lay a low bow when I got to his front.

"Son!" He grinned broadly, standing on his feet and I took a tread backward. “I already brought down the headlines about the unpleasant occurrence last night!” he told.

I simply sighed deeply, ready to pour out my wounded heart to him.

My father leans forward to me, a shrewd smile now dressing his face as he places his hand on my broad shoulder "Come, follow me! I want to show you my interesting PLAYTHING!" He spewed to my face.

"What?" I slightly raised my brow, what plaything was he uttering about when we both had something crucial to discuss about instead "But, father I..."

"Shh!" He shunned me, and I folded my lips. "I know what's troubling you son and I swear it, I will explain everything to you. Just follow me!" He beckons, now walking away towards the sophisticated stairs and I hesitantly pursue suit behind him.

"I choose Gabrielle to be your wife because she's the ENEMY you have been looking for..." Father began, while we strolled along the long towering hallway.

“Gabrielle!” I called the name subtly as if I was tasting the name on my lips.

So, Gabrielle is the young lady's name but what does father mean by she's the ENEMY I have been looking for?

"What do you mean, father?" I curiously asked, and I glanced impatiently at him for an answer.

Nevertheless, father chuckled at my question, provoking the slight creases on his forehead to roughly wrinkle at once.

"You know very well that I am not your biological father, and you solely found out that obscured secret a long time ago" he snorted, crossing his hands behind his back while we both kept on striding ahead "...I am your uncle and I pledged to be your father which I have been perfectly doing, and l made a promise to find your parent's killer!" He spoke and I nod.

Truly, Uncle Houston is my father’s younger brother, and aunty Gina is his wife. Ever since my parent died in a ghastly accident of which I never got to catch a glimpse of their bodies, Uncle Houston had vowed to be my father and protector, which renders him the position of “Reagan the fifth wolf” for the time being.

I swore to take over the title when I get find my parent killer, and also when I clock “35.” Currently, I'm 34years.

My face contorted immediately when he spoke about "My parent killer" and my right hand fisted tightly while I still gave extensive attention to his sayings.

"Gabrielle's parents are your parent's killer, Hidalgo." He revealed, halting on his track and he swerved aside to me and I faced him likewise.

My eyes dilated in immense shock, my heart started to slam against my ribcages while I felt the enormous waves of turmoil heat through my veins.

"Her parent did what?!" I raised a brow, frowning deeply as I was now dragging my feet on the floor as we proceeded ahead.

"Gabrielle's parents had worked with your parent in the same firm in the past years. However, greediness and hungry for power got the best of them and they murdered your parent!” He explains, now gritting his teeth angrily as if he was presently imagining the gruesome scene of my deceased parent in his mind.

"And where are her parents right now?" I sharply sniffed, impatiently waiting for his answer. My eyes were already overshadowed, and I let the meanness of revenge and wrath cloud me.

"They are dead." Uncle Houston, whom I acknowledge as my father answered me.

"So, Gabrielle is their sole lineage and daughter who will be the one to pay for their sins, correct? But why did you engage her to me instead of just torturing and bedevil her?" I asked.

I and father were now getting closer to the isolated and barred corridor —immediately, I knew in my mind that she (Gabrielle) was imprisoned in the blue room.

She's my ENEMY and my SLAVE —will never be my WIFE!

"We discuss that later, son!” My father said, and we both stopped in front of the raven door which has an eye scan.

Father stood numbed, he was gazing at the eye scanner and the Azura blue lights struck directly to his right eye. Hence, the door unlocks and we stepped inside the room.

The indigo-blue room is a space that occupies; a king-sized bed that's been equipped for bondage, whippings posts, spanking benches, tables with straps, and other sexual weapons that perfectly fit in.

In much understandable words; this is a BDSM ROOM, also known to be a TORTURING ROOM.

In as much the indigo blue light was dim, I could still discern the young denuded lady on her both knees pressed on the floors. Her eyes were blindfolded and her hands were chained behind her back, her neck was shackled too.

She was kneeling in front of the bed, while her bare back was facing us.

Hell! Her butt was enormously big, it's perfect form was a heart pear shape. Gabrielle's long shiny red hair was packed in a hairy bun, revealing the cute butterfly which was tattooed on the back of her middle high hip.

"That tattoo is familiar!" I ponder carefully in my mind, the image of where I must have discerned it was blur and fog in my head.

"L-let me go!" A soft whimper was heard, ecstatically hissing from her and my eyes narrowed in passion.

Her tone irritates me, just the mere sight of her makes me wanna puke. In as much, as she's got the most perfect view behind, I was boiling in air agitation.

Father chortle menacingly beside me and he said "Really? You wanna go, huh?" He laughed like never before.

"I didn't do anything wrong! Just let me go!!” She was now speaking so gall and audaciously this time around.

Father said not a word, he simply saunters to the long table in the middle of the room and he snatches up a file.

Then, he takes a gentle sit for himself and snaps his head to me, conveying a head signal "Untie and strap her instead on the torture chair!" He said, sounding in a more serious tone.

"Yes, father!" I bowed slightly at him, and I fumed to Gabrielle, roughly grasping her up to my eye level.

"Ouch!" She shrieked in anguish, trembling in my palm which enfold her arm.

I felt like tearing her into slivers, and making her feel the endearing pleasure of pain voyage through her smooth porcelain skin!

My cold tyrannical face glared directly at the black blindfold which was bound around her eyes, and I hungered to shred it down into zero, and behold the devilish orbs of my ENEMY.

I was the PREDATOR, and she was my PREY.

Father wants us to have her sexually, and I'm pleased with that even though I'm still against the matrimony pact.

“…I and my son wanna have you, you will be our nooky PLAYTHING and nothing else!" My father asserted, his face stern and indifferent.

It was a bolt out of the blue for Gabrielle as she widely gasped, shrinking!