Semua Bab Beyond The Debt; Bought: Bound: Owned!: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter 21 VINCENZO POV The rest of the day moved on with a drag. I tried to no avail to bury my head in a pile of work and ignore the broken look on Kyomi’s face right after she came undone on my lap. Let’s just say it didn’t work well. Especially when I brushed a hand over my face to rid myself of frustration every passing second, only to catch a whiff of her scent still lingering on my fingers. It smelled divine and tasted like salvation. A combination that was enough to save a soul from its path to hell. But trying to focus on work with all thoughts of her bombarding my mind was just a hopeless fight, one I lost terribly. After two hours of trying and failing to get her out of my mind, I pulled out of my chair before stalking into the kitchen, then opened my fridge before piling numerous fruits onto the platter. I cut them into chewable sizes and cuts before pouring a generous amount of plain yoghurt into a ceramic bowl, then placed everything neatly onto the tray before head

Chapter 23 KYOMI POV Evening came and we all gathered around a giant black glass dining table, with all the bulky men taking up all the space and sucking all the air in the room like a bloody giant vacuum. I felt like I had stepped into a forbidden space, a space filled with all the things that were hidden from the eyes of humans; deliberately, because of how lethal they all were. And seeing them would just unleash all the beasts on planet Earth. I felt like a speck of nothing against the might of men who crowded the space. It was then that I realized that the idea of making it out of here was as far-fetched as the bloody moon. Conan was right, even if I tried to run away, there was just couldn't make it passed them. They were all so big, broad shoulders tattoos, and exuding danger by just existing. With trembling hands and an unending prayer, I dished up for everyone and then watched as they all held hands for a quick prayer. My mouth must have been somewhere on the floor becau

Chapter 25KYOMI POVI had no idea how I was still alive, especially after that cluster fuck of trying to play hero and saving ten men from having their fingers severed and openly disobeying a certain somebody who was so convinced that anybody who went against what he said deserved a cruel death. But there I was, my body leaning against the closed doors as I tried to calm my pounding heart in my chest, trying to make sense of what had just happened.. Yes, he was so livid. And one thing I came to realize was that his anger didn’t brew from the fact that his men left their positions to have dinner; although that was a piece of a puzzle, somebody was angry at something else. One, he was mad that I cooked in his absence and was so certain that I did not count him when I prepared the meal, and two; he hated the fact that I knelt in front of everybody else. Yahp. Now calm the fuck down dear heart because my captor was a damn possessive prick who wanted me to belong to him and him only.

Chapter 27 KYOMI POVDays went by and Vincenzo and I fell into a little routine. He would wake up in the mornings, do his usual exercises that always had me drooling over his hot body, and then wash up before hiding in his office. Some days he would go out, point a finger at me and command ‘be a good girl,’ then come back in the evening; to eat the food I cooked, and then he would cuddle me and ask me about my day. It was a little cocoon of warmth I found myself wrapped inside, and somehow, in a very twisted, fucked up way, I loved it. Of all the things I came to learn, one of them was that he had been right. I was not cut out to work at the pandemonium. The place brought back dark memories to my brain whenever I thought about it. And I was better off washing off his laundry and cooking him hot meals. He seemed complacent with the little arrangement and honestly, I couldn’t ask for more. I walked into the kitchen on light steps. It was a little in the noon and I figured I could p

Chapter 29 KYOMI POV The door closed behind me with a soft click, and I ceased breathing. I blinked, twice, thrice, my mind folding into itself inside me. Great numbness took hold all over my body, and I sank to the carpeted floor with sticky tears still clinging to my cheeks. My chest felt hollow, a gaping hole expanding wider and deeper in a space where my heart once lay cradled in the cocoon of my ribs. My cheek made contact with the soft carpet, and somehow I hated just how soft it was. A stark contrast to the harshness of my reality. I hated the phantom comfort it seemed to provide, slowly pulling me into the epiphany of my cold situation. A deceitful act of comfort. Everything about this place, every single damn thing including the people who walked around the corridors, were all deceiving lying bastards. Even the damn carpet! My eyes were snapped wide while I stared particularly into nothing. An image of that one perfect bullet hole on my brother’s forehead played on on