CHAPTER TWO

ETHAN'S POV

“Let's get going. Don Draven is expecting you.” The leader said as we got out of the vehicle.

The environment was dimly lit and the smell of cigarettes filled the air. As we walked into what seemed like a hall, I caught sight of hefty men guarding every corner of the building. The looks on their faces told me I was into a deep shit.

Once we cornered the hall, I paused at the door we were facing.

The leader turned to me. “Wait here.” he said, before proceeding inside.

A few seconds later, he walked out and looked at me.

“Get in.”

With a heavy breath and a thudding heart, I forced myself to enter. The moment I walked through the doors, I was met with a scene that made me want to retrace my steps.

Sitting directly opposite me was a man called Draven. The Mafia lord feared by the whole of Italy. He was exactly who they said he was; dark haired, blue icy eyes, sculptured and cruel looking face and muscles that could crush me in an instant.

Even the atmosphere around him was exuding dark energy.

I gulped hard and dragged my feet forward.

Just then I saw two ladies I had not recognized before beside him. Each was dressed in a sultry piece that showed off their full cleavage and ass. They were both caressing his bare chest, running their fingers around it.

At that moment, I found myself staring hard at his chest. Was it the scar that ran through it? Or the bullet mark that had healed? Or the way he was being caressed?

When I averted my gaze to his face, I was caught in his glaring stare back at me. His eyes seemed to observe me like they could see through me. Even I was caught in the coldness of his stare as I wondered if he had been born to be cruel or life offered him cruelty.

Has he ever been nice in his life? I wondered.

Before I could answer that, I felt a knock at the back of my head.

I quickly turned, “What the–”

The leader raised his brow. “How dare you?” he asked me. “No one dared to look Don in his eyes. What makes you think you can do so?”

“I was just–”

“Let him be.” I heard a voice thundered.

I abruptly turned to look at Draven, his eyes still lingering on me.

“But, boss, he–”

Suddenly, Draven rose from his seat and began walking towards me. My heart thudded within my chest with each inch as he neared me. And when he stopped a few inches from me, I knew something bad was about to happen.

“I did not ask for you. Why are you here?” he asked me.

His tone, direct and demanding.

“I–I–” I paused and swallowed hard, “I can't let you use my sister.” I blurted out.

Draven raised a brow, “So you came instead?” he asked, then smirked.

“What do you think about him, Don? Does he suit your needs?” the man asked.

Draven stepped closer to me so that I could feel his breath and the scent of whiskey from his mouth. Then he raised his hands and brought it to my face. Before he could touch me, I flinched and stepped back.

“W–what are you trying to do?” I asked him in fear.

But he smiled and in an instant, his hand was on my neck.

“Didn't you know what you came here for before agreeing to it?” he asked him, his lips almost closer to me.

“I–”

“Have you done it before?” he whispered in my ear.

“Done what? I dared to ask.

“Don't you dare pretend to be innocent!” he yelled, “give me a straight answer!”

“I don't know what you are talking about.” I said, my body trembling while I struggle to get out of his grip.

“You don't know?” Draven asked, then he turned to the leader, “Marco,” he called.

“Yes, boss,”

“Get the red room ready,” he ordered.

Red room?

Was he going to…kill me?!

I have heard stories of how he kills people and dumps their body for the scavengers to feast on. And now, it was going to happen to me too?

I gulped hard again.

Just then, I felt a hand grip my arm and pull me away. I turned to see Marco tugging onto me in a fierce manner.

“Where are you taking me too?” I asked him.

“You'll see.” he said as he pulled me.

When we got to another door, he opened it and pushed me in.

“Wait there,” he said and left.

I stood up quickly and glanced around the room. Judging from its name, the room was…red. But that was not what caught my attention. It was the king sized bed and different sized straps hung over it that made me gasp in shock.

All of a sudden, the door opened. I averted my gaze to it to see Draven walking in.

“Why am I here?” I asked him as I walked backwards.

“Strip off,” he said in a commanding tone.

It was at that moment I realized what was about to happen.

“I–I can't do it.”

“Do what?” he questioned.

“I can't have sex with you. I am not gay.” I told him.

“You have no right over your body.” he said in anger, “now strip off those clothings.”

I quickly shook my head.

“You can do whatever you want to me or kill me instead, but I'll not sleep with you.”

Even if I was gay, Draven was the last man I wanted to be with. As much as I hated criminals, I couldn't do such a thing.

Suddenly, Draven walked to me and threw a punch at my face then he held my collar and pulled me up.

“You will do what I say and there will be no refusal.” he told me before taking my lips in his.

I tried to stop him, but no matter how much tears poured out of my eyes as I scratched or pulled him away, he still kissed me anyway. Then he stopped and pushed me to the bed.

I sat up quickly and abruptly used my palm to clean my lips as I whimpered before proceeding to conceal my chest from the removed buttons.

“Fine.” Draven nodded.

That was not ordinary.

“Since you are craving death so much, I'll give it to you, but mind you, since you did not serve me, you were never meant to be a collateral.” he told me.

“Marco!” Draven called.

Immediately Marco, the one I saw was the leader of the three game members, entered and bowed.

“Yes, boss.”

Draven looked at me once more then said, “Give him to the boys, let them drill his ass.”

My eyes widened in shock.

No. No. That was not what I meant.

“And as for Nicole Sharpe. I need her to replace him immediately.”

“Yes, boss.” Marco said and left.

“No–no, you can't do that. You can't have my sister.” I shouted in refusal as I rushed to him.

Draven cast me a cold glance, then he smirked.

“I can have whoever I want and no one can stand against that.”

Upon hearing this, my body began to shake. I could bear anything, but not my sister or my mother. How was Nicole going to take this?

Even the thought of losing two children would be overwhelming to my mother. What if she died thinking about it?

A tear fell off my eyes and yet another. Then I walked to Draven’s front and began to unbutton my shirt.

“You want me. Come have me, but don't touch my sister.” I told him.

“I don't want you anymore.”

I felt my heart shatter. If he doesn't want me, was it my sister he wanted?

Without thinking, I slid off my pants and stood almost naked in front of him.

“I take back what I said.” I said amidst tears, “you can make me your playboy or anything, I am willing to satisfy your desire.”

Just then, I slid my hands up his neck ready to give him the pleasure he wanted.

“Get your hands off me.” he said in a stern tone.

I quickly pulled away and stepped back in fear.

“Since you are ready to devote yourself to me, I won't go easy on you.” he said, then with a gesture to the objects hanging beside the bed, he added, “I need a strap.”