Trapped by Ex’s Dad

His grip tightened around my wrist like a nut around the screw. I winced, squeezing my eyes, “Leave me.” I pledged to him. 

“No, Bella. I can’t leave you. Especially after knowing that you know my darkest secrets.” His creepy smirk made my blood boil. I felt nauseous, but I batted it back.

“I won’t tell anyone, but if you keep chasing me like that. Then I can’t promise it.” I tried to free my arm and pushed him back with my other hand. 

“And you think I am a fool. Come on. I can’t believe you.” He chewed his words with confidence, and with a jerk he made me hit into his chest. 

Suddenly I realized that his usual smell was missing. The rich fragrance that used to waft into my nostrils the moment I embraced him, was missing. Probably because he had lost his status in my eyes. 

Now his richness, his hotness, his loyalty, nothing looked good to me. The foul stench assaulted my senses, evoking a visceral reaction that made me recoil in horror, as if the very air was tainted, by his reality.

“Do it or not. It’s not my headache. Free my arm, else I will scream so loud that everyone will notice us, then I won’t hesitate to tell them that my ex is gay.” I twisted my lips, throwing a warning right on his face, just like he had been doing with his monetary support. 

Nathalie's face turned gray and his lips purple as if he was not expecting me to act boldly. Obviously, I was his pet, whom he had fed for years, he must be expecting obedience, but I wasn’t his pet anymore. 

He needed to realize that.

He suddenly spun me around, and something hard and cold pressed into my back, a metal object with a nozzle at the front. My spine straightened as fear washed over me.

Did he just point a gun at me?  

“Poor Bella. You really think you can take me for granted.”

My heart stopped beating, I froze with fear, what if he pushed the trigger? I would be dead. These thoughts had already scared the hell out of me. 

“For God's sake. Trust me. I won’t tell anyone.” I was left with one only option which was to plead. But I didn’t sound too desperate. My legs were shivering, but still, he pushed me with the jerk of the gun pointed behind me. 

“Walk out of here. Quick.” His hushed command fell in my ear, and I acted upon it, with no choice at my hand.

“Excuse me…” an unfamiliar voice stopped us. it was not me but Nathalie who halted, I just followed his command. 

“Where are you taking her?” It was the same man that I accidentally spilled the drink on then later on mocked at him.

With his jet-black hair and emerald eyes, his attention moved from Nathalie to me. I squeezed my eyes shut, fearing that Nathalie would push the trigger now. 

I opened my eyes to see the tension rising between the two of them. I was not hoping that the man I spilled a drink on would be saying anything in my favor. I mean, why would he? 

I took revenge on him and I was so arrogant about it. I even treated him rudely and I had no expectations of him being helpful. 

The only fear I had in my heart was that Nathalie might shoot me anytime. The club might be in chaos and my blood will be spilled on the floor. Who was there to help me? Who was going to mourn my death if I died at my gay ex-boyfriend’s hands? 

Deep in my heart, I was pleading desperately, praying for my life which was already in trouble.

“Why shall I tell you? Leave my way.” Nathalie curtly replied to the man who was blocking our way.

“Look, dude, You better not mess with me.” His hand rested on Nathalie's arm, a calm expression rested on that man’s face, and frowning, Nathalie pushed his hand down the shoulder.

“And I do not like the idea of other men touching my woman,” Snatching the gun from his hand, he slid down his pocket and patted it on his chest twice. I could feel that Nathalie was fuming with anger, there was darkness developing in his eyes. 

But the man who stood ahead of us looked much more dangerous then Nathalie really pretended to be. 

I was the mere figure in their minor argument. I was simply standing, silently listening to both of them. I was touched by the man who called me his woman. I was wondering why he was helping me out regardless of what I did to him. 

“Keep your toys hidden or leave them back home. Otherwise, they can put you in great danger.” His warning was so smooth and gentle that it fazed Nathalie’s mind. 

I watched the color drain off Nathalie’s face and he could just part his lips but the words didn’t come out of his filthy mouth. I wanted to laugh on his face and tell everyone about his gay ass but sensing the gravity of the moment, I thought it was best to let that man get in trouble intead of me. 

Of course I was looking out for myself. I didn’t care about anyone except me. I was a fragile little girl while these men apepared to be hunks in front of me. I was sure that they knew how to fight, unlike me.  

“And don’t you dare come closer to my girl. I am not accustomed to forgiving a mistake twice.” He spoke with such precision that I could not help but stare at his face. Then his attention shifted toward me, with his eyebrow cocked at me, he softly asked me, “Come here, princess.” 

I was in a bewilderment. I never knew that a man like him could speak so sweetly. The way he called me there made me hurry to his arms.  

Nathalie’s annoying reached to my ears and suddenly my attention shifted towards him but I managed to walk to the man who just saved my ass. 

“You….” Nathalie beseeched his lips, twisting them around, and lastly, and sneered at both of us before he walked away. 

I sighed watching him disappear of our sight. When I turned my attention back to the man, he was staring at me like I was supposed to say something to him.  

“What?” I asked as I shrugged my shoulders and he scoffed at me. “Wasn’t you supposed to say something?” 

“Like what?” I continued to ask him and he gave me a soft chuckle. I could not tell if he was annoyed or found it genuinely funny. 

“I helped you…”

“So?” my hands were crossed to my chest and there was no genuine kindness on my face. 

I wasn't inclined to show gratitude for his assistance. People never thanked me when I helped them, always finding reasons not to reciprocate. If I was treating him the same way, I felt no remorse.

I had collided with him twice, yet I had never taken the time to notice the captivating charm held within the emerald depths of his eyes, like shimmering pearls glinting in the light. 

The sharpness of his jawline seemed to carve through my nerves, commanding my attention with an intensity I couldn’t ignore. Lost in the heat radiating from his presence, I found him taunting, “I know you are in denial. That’s fine. You will be alright soon.” 

I frowned, throwing deadly glares at him. How dare he insult me like this? Was he mocking me for my breakup with Nathalie? 

I had only parted my lips when he mumbled, “Ronnie…”, his gaze fixed intently on someone in the distance.

I didn’t care to see who had caught his attention because I was entirely captivated by the way his lips moved, deliberate and enticing. I found myself lost in the subtle charm of those perfectly sculpted lips, soft and inviting, sending butterflies fluttering in my stomach.

“Have I asked?” I pretended to be a strong girl who was clearly unbothered by his presence. 

As a moment passed, he pulled me close, his arms wrapping securely around my waist. With a smoldering intensity, he leaned forth, and without a word, his lips captured mine, stealing the breath from my lungs.