The One For The Alpha Boss

Chapter 1 

I could feel them catching up with me, what can I do? With five grown men coming after me, I should know it was it was going to end well the moment I hit Jonathan across the face during our little argument.

I never meant to hit him but he was hurting me and his friends were just looking at him without doing anything but support him like a group of savages that they are. In that moment, I cursed myself for saying yes to him the day he asked me to be his girlfriend.

I ran towards the park hoping to find someone that'll make him stop that will save me, but I couldn't hide as they soon caught up with me.

Jonathan hit me across the face three times in quick succession and I let out a shrieked like a suckling pierced with a needle. I watched with droppy eyes and weak muscles as he lifted me up, this wasn't this first time of him abusing me, in our 6 months together he had made It clear that he was the stronger one. I flared my legs in an attempt to kick him and tried to leap away from him.

“There not use fighting violet, get back here!”he snapped and pulled me by my hair when he came closer.

“Pleas- please- don't do this Jon- Jonathan. Don't d-o this.” I pleaded while struggling to pry his fingers away from my hair but Jonathan didn't budge. So I resorted in the next dangerous thing I could do, I bit him. This time around in his right hand, hard enough to get away from him the second time.

"Bitch" he winced painfully and let me go for a moment, but then he picked up a stick nearby to hit me. If I didn't leave now this would be my end, I couldn't let this happened so I ran watching as the men closed in and like a brick wall I slammed into something hard. The force sent me backward to the ground, I glanced up wondering where the wall had come from only for me to realize that it was a person, a man and not a thing.

“Behold the bitch is in my trap.” Jonathan said and I turned to watch the menacing grin on his face. “Rusell, grab the girl,” he ordered and my eyes widened. There was a reason he asked Rusell to grab me. He was the biggest one of them all and I couldn't get away.

“Dont come any closer.” the man I collided with said. There was something about his voice, endearing, dangerous even. He was warning Rusell, I turned back to him but there wasn't enough light to actually see his face.

"Oh! what a knight in his shining armour.” Frank, one of Jonathan friends teased. He reached for another stick ready for the next order from Jonathan.

“Look man, mind your business, the bitch belongs to me.” Jonathan stated moving forward. With pleading eyes, I glanced at the man. He shouldn't be roped into this.

“I-”

“Dont move.” the man said to me and walked until he was in the front of Jonathan.

“Trying to be a tough guy huh?” Jonathan snarled and then turned your attention to me. “Violet, get up and get over here now.” he was angry.

“Look away.” The man said and before I could blink and turn away I heard the groan. Jonathan was clutching his stomach in anger and his face was red.

“F....kill this motherfucker!” he screamed in pains. To scared to look anymore, I covered my ears and shut my eyes.

I opened my eyes to see my boyfriend and his friends going away and cursing at me and the man that saved me painfully.

“Can you stand up?” he asked and I nodded.

“Good, get in the car.” he ordered and like I was under a spell I followed him to his car and got in the passenger seat.

He climbed in the drivers seat and his scent enveloped me.

“Tha-thank you.” I muttered in appreciation. “Jonathan can be a douche and go farther than expected, he was just pissed that I hit him hard across the face. I didn't even mean to but he was just hurting me and I didn't know when-” I paused realizing I was spilling my guts out to a total stranger.

“I'm sorry, I just keep rambling-” I muttered wiping the tears forming around my eyes. The man driving didn't utter a word as he kept his eyes on the road.

I leaned my head on the window and reminisced over my life, mom and dad had a divorce when I was 5 years old and married my step father, Tim. I wouldn't blame mom that much, dad was never really at home as he was always on several projects, he was never in one place for long just as our lives. I never really liked Tim, he was mean and intolerable. My hatred for him grew worse when I discovered he was cheating on mum.

Mom knows and will never talk about it because she wouldn't not want to go through another divorce, Tim was the anchor she could hold on to. It was all messed up but she claimed to be happy with him.

My thoughts were slowly fading out when I noticed unfamiliar structures as we drove on. These buildings didn't belong in the messy smelly area I stayed in.

“Uh- where are we?” I frowned asking the question that danced in my head. There was no reply and it was hard not to panic.

He stopped right in front of a high hate which parked opened like it sensed the presence of it's owner. The car move further inside until it stopped in front of the huge mansion.

He parked and alighted instructing me to do the same, with a heavy heart I followed his instructions because I was scared of him at that moment. As if I wasn't in enough trouble already, escaping from a maniac of an ex turned me into the hands of a man I knew nothing about.

“Follow me.” He had moved a few steps when he noticed I wasn't following him.

“Violet, I said come.” the way he called my name, his voice was firm and defying. My feet remained planted to the ground as I stared at his huge figure.

Words became shaky in my mouth and before I could open my mouth, my body was up in the air planted on firm shoulders.

“Let me go!” I shrieked fighting while I can to get him to drop me. There was no way in hell that I was going to enter a house with a complete stranger. I screamed and kicked hoping he would let me go but nothing, it was almost as if I was nothing on him. My fighting was turning futile and I needed a plan B, biting. I wasn't so proud of it but it helped me in several ways. I managed to slip away and head towards the gate but he got to me again and carried me into the house while I still kicked and screamed in protest.

He dropped me off on the chair and assured me that he wasn't going to hurt me.

“Would you just stay still?!” he snapped as I kicked off the luxurious leather couch.

“Then let me go!” I screamed at him to leave me alone but he laughed. The douche had the audacity to laugh.

“Youre not going anywhere, you're staying here with me.” he said firmly while holding my gaze. with one final sweep over my body, he pushed and walked away from me.

Am I being held hostage in this mansion?