Semua Bab The Bad Gentleman : Bab 11 - Bab 20

Hannah I stagger towards the door. Annoyance and irritation had welled up in me, reaching its peak. I despised being woken up from sleep. It’s the one thing I feel I can commit murder for. Of course from repeated offenders, because they’d been warned. My eyes are half open half closed, and possibly why I don’t notice that it’s a new day, A.K.A the day I’m supposed to leave this hell. I don’t even notice the tray of covered plates when I open the door until I step on it. The loud clanging of plates and food wakes me right up. My eyes tear open, a jolt passes through my skin, and I’m clearer than glass, and sharper than the sharpest knife. I stare up at Ricardo, clad in black, with his hand raised as though he was just about to knock again. “Good morning, are you here to get me?” I ask, a small smile on my face. “Let me just change out of this shirt and grab my bag. I’ll be out in a bit. Just wait, please,” I tell him, and rush back into the room, only to recall, it’s the next day

HannahA shower I realize, is the first thing I should do to escape. If I smelled a little sour before, I definitely smell a whole lot worse now with tears and sweat trickling down my body. I don’t see how I deserve this.Was it because I sucked him off in that bar? Or because I didn’t let him finish? Whatever the reason is, I don’t think it warrants me becoming a prisoner. So all in all, this is a control thing, and not a horny thing. With a heavy, depressed sigh, I drag myself out of the bed and to the bathroom to clean myself. In the spacious bathroom, there’s a travel sized portion of everything; soap, shower gel, shampoo, conditioner, toothpaste, even a little toothbrush, basically all that one can find in a hotel. I wrap my braids in a large and heavy bun atop my head, and with the shower gel, I wash off every single unfortunate thing that befell me since leaving my shared apartment. I’m not able to scrub as well as I should though, because I have no sponge, but I make it work.

Christian It's not everyday that I acknowledge a woman's beauty, but this woman in front of me made me blurt out the words once, on the night she became mine, and it almost happened right now.I told her to return to her room, but for the life of me I can't let go of her arm. Her brows furrow, confusion evident in her brown orbs, but I just do not feel like letting go of her yet. When she notices, a light enters her eyes, and they move from mine to the spot behind me where my family are gathered, then back to me.She then stretches her free arm, pauses just long enough for me to notice, then grips the hem of my shirt and tugs. A wave of something I can’t name passes through me with my brows furrowed, too confused to even speak, but also amused because if my memory serves me correctly, she's always trying to get out of my grip or presence. It was almost as though she's repulsed by me, but now she's holding on to me like I'm the best thing she's seen.Fuck if that doesn't do something

Hannah There’s a popular saying; You don’t know the value of what you have, until it’s gone. It’s how I feel about freedom. I never thought of it as something I should appreciate until now, sitting at the back of a sleek, black SUV, with none other than Christian by my side. He’s on the phone barking at someone in Italian, his arm muscles clenching and unclenching, with every word that falls from his lips. I’d hate to be whoever he’s speaking to, because I’m not even the recipient, but his tone of voice prickles at my skin. “Fucking bastards!” He growls as the call ends, throwing his phone to the small space between us. I fold my lips as I watch him carefully, unsure if I should say something or not. My eyes coast from his annoyed frame to the passing streets, taking in the view in appreciation—considering I’m coming from captivity—while I contemplate on what to do. The weather is nice and sunny, with the streets full of cars and people alike, which soothes me, but not for long, b

Hannah Dragging my body slowly, I walk up to my room, the fiftieth sigh falling from my lips like a bad song. In a way it is. My head hurts and I can feel the exhaustion in every fiber of my being. I walk past the living room to find it empty, but I know this house is anything but. They’re probably somewhere talking about mafia things that don’t concern me. The barely there ticks of the wall clock drag my attention to it; the time reads quarter to six, and I frown. I’m prepared for the entire day to be over already.In my room, I don’t delay, I peel off the button-down shirt dress I’m wearing like it burns, like the small action would automatically take away the memory of today from my mind. It doesn’t, instead, numbness sets in. My limbs feel heavy, my legs unable to support my weight so I drop to the bed, my heart hammering. I’d just witnessed this man kill four people and walk away like he shot at birds instead, no single spec of blood on him, or even a hint of remorse on his fe