4. Tear You From Limb to Limb

ALEXANDER

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I thought I didn't have a type…but I guess I did. Five foot six inches of ethereal beauty, long hazelnut hair which my fingers itched to run through, emerald green eyes filled with nothing but disgust and resentment, long slender fingers which badly wanted to strangle me if given the slightest chance, freckles…fuck those freckles.

She had 24 in total, 12 on each cheek and right now, they were tinted in a bright shade of red as my lips rubbed against her ears once more, my hold on her waist tightening, her body so fragile in my hold.

“ I asked you a question.” I said and she seemed to have regained herself as she blinked for some minutes.

“ What do you think? I'm trying to get away from you…”

Get away from me?

Cute.

“ Let me go!” She groaned as she tried to free herself from my grasp. I didn't let go, I spinned her and pinned her against the wall, the vines clawed at her skin but I didn't care. She needed to know that i was the boss here and she was in my territory. She was my pet to play with and my toy to use however I pleased.

“ Would you fucking let me go!”

“ Listen.” I bit out and she clamped her lips. “ You're mine, your father signed you off to me—”

“ Did I consent to It?” She arched her brows, the redness from her cheeks were gone, the frreckles danced on her cheeks as she frowned, no, she fumed. “ I didn't!” She answered her own question.

“ I don't care about your consent, you're mine and that's all that matters. But first.” My gaze swept across the vast expanse of skin, so smooth like porcelain doll. Her long lashes fluttered. “ You deserved to be punished for even daring to escape.” My eyes moved back to her face. “ Don't you think Caro Mio?”

“ Pu-punished?” She stuttered and instead of lust and anger in her eyes, all I saw was fear and I didn't like it, I much preferred it when she wanted to kill me and claw my eyes out. Slowly, I stepped back she visibly relaxed.

“ Boss! Boss!” Matteo called as he ran to me, his chest heaving.

“ What is it?” I asked, pinning her in place with my gaze, she was looking everywhere but me.

“ Underboss Ronwan called for a meeting.”

Ronwan.

That's blood bastard.

What the fuck did he want now.

“ I'll be there shortly.” He nodded and was about to walk away when I stopped him. “ Escort her to her room and ensure you lock the door.”

“ You have no right to lock me up, I'm not your slave!” She snapped with that sharp tongue of hers which made me fucking hard.

“ You're right Caro Mio. You're not my slave…” my fingers grazed her freckles, she threw her head back avoiding my touch like poison. Sexy. “ You're my wife and I will do anything you want me to.”

Her eyes glimmered for a second but she hid it but I'd already noticed. “ Let me go then.”

“ That will never happen.”

“ But you said you would do anything I wanted.”

“ Anything but that. You're mine Caro Mio and leaving me isn't an option.”

She stiffled a groan, her fists tightened— gripping hard at the nothingness around it. She probably imagine that as my neck. I bit my lip, the thought of her choking me taking control over me, dominating me, made me even harder than I was before.

“ Fine, then let me come with you.”

She could come with me, especially since Ronwan was going to be there. He probably would want to see the woman I chose as mine. My woman.

I nodded in agreement and she walked behind me as I made my way to the meeting room, I ensured that Matteo was behind us so she wouldn't run away again, I knew she had that in mind and I wasn't going to let that happen.

We reached the meeting room and the two guards who stood there opened the door with a bow. I walked inside and all eyes in the room turned to me, silence, thick and deafening silence reigned in the room as I made for the chair which was prepared for me.

Their eyes left me and went to Daphne and fuck did I want to pluck their eyes out, I could only imagine the sinful thoughts which ran through their minds as they saw her.

She was wearing pyjamas for fucks sake. What the hell was I thinking when I agreed to let her come here. Air rushed through my lungs as I settled on my chair, barely containing the blood lust which surged through my veins.

My gaze shifted to the idiot who sat beside me. “ Get up, Now!” I ordered and he arched his brows.

“ What?!”

“ I'm sure your ears work so I don't need to repeat myself.” I seethed and he stood, a mumbling some incoherent nonsense which I didn't care to listen to. I faced Daphne who looked a bit confused. “ Sit.”

“ Are you chasing me off my official seat because of a woman!” The idiot said and it was then I remembered who he was, Fernando — father's closest associate. He'd tried to get close to me a few times but I shrugged him off mainly because I didn't give a fuck about my father or anything related to him, at least except this clan. It was mine from the start and I was the pakhan and no idiot had the right to raise his voice at me, including this one who was visibly glaring at me. “ That is outrageous! Your father never did such a thing befo—”

“ I'm not my father am I?” I cut in and he scoffed.

“ You may not be your father but you're the Pakhan and a leader doesn't treat his associates this way!” He clenched his jaw, banging his fists on the table. Probably a predatory act of dominance or a way to hide the trembling cat inside.

I planted my elbows on the table and looked at Daphne. “ I said, sit.”

She didn't hesitate this time, she sat on the chair boldly and faced the other underbosses. “ Get the fuck up you bitch.”

I was about to speak up when Daphne spoke. “ That bitch is the Pakhan’s wife and if you don't know your place I'll make sure I put you in it.” Her lips thinned. “ Do you understand? Or do I have to explain in simpler terms.”

Damn.

Oh fuck that was hot.

“ You have not right to be here woman! You are not from the Italian familial so you cannot marry the Pakhan!”

“ Says who?” I said and she glanced at me then looked away.

“ The constitution, written by your grandfather the very first Pakhan of the Bratva and—”

“ Rip it.”

Their eyes widened, gasps spilling from their lips. “ Son we cannot do that!” Ronwan finally spoke, disapproval which I didn't give a fuck about reeking in his tone.

“ I'm the Pakhan and I will decide who exactly I will marry no one…” his eyes darknened as I gazed at every single one of them, they probably wanted me dead now —if they didn't previously— Clenched fists, hatred and anger emanating from them like poison. “ Not even you Ronwan will stop me.”

“ Then we'll have to do so forcefully.” Ronwan smirked as his men stormed inside of the room, each of them pointing their guns at Daphne. All the traces of bravery washed from her face, now replaced with fear.

“ Touch her and I'll tear you from limb to limb.” The words rolled off my tongue, anger blurring my vision.