With my shivering hands, I called Matthew, but my calls went unanswered. Even though I was sure that Mr. Wolfe wouldn't leave us, I didn't expect him to act so soon. In just a few hours, my sister got moved out of the VIP ward, and Matthew was accused of some fraud.
The rules were already violated, and I was being punished, so I chose to break some more. He started to hurt me in the worst way possible. There was nothing remaining to be scared of.
"I want to go to AcadM. Take me there." I told the bodyguards as soon as I reached the car. They looked at each other, confused.
Even though they were angry at me because I was the reason a few of their friends were in the hospital, they didn't dare to disrespect me.
"If you don't take me there, I'll leave by myself."
Before they answered anything, I heard the voice. Cold and scary.
"How dare you assume you can go anywhere without my permission?"
I shut my eyes for a second, controlling the mixed-up emotions where the contradictory feelings, anger and fear, topped everything.
Swallowing down the tears that threatened to spill, I turned around to look at him. There was no trace of mercy or pity in his eyes. He exuded only the aura of danger, just like our starting days.
"Even if you go to his little startup, he might not be there. He's probably being questioned by the police for the fake reports he provided me to secure the investment and for other financial frauds, which he might not have done." A smirk appeared on his lips, and he leaned closer to me to whisper into my ear, "Poor maths teacher! He got into trouble because of his own numbers."
I gritted my teeth. "You stopped Mira's treatment and are ruining AcadM and Matthew's future. I am already being punished, so why can't I violate more?"
"Because…" He stepped towards me, furiously, and said, pointing his finger at me, "You at least want them alive."
If he were a normal businessman, I wouldn't have taken his words seriously. He was a monster whose words were never merely threats.
"Kill me instead. I am done with this fucking life." I yelled at his face. I was emotionally drained and mentally so exhausted that death felt like a better choice than my messed-up life.
His jaw clenched while his face turned red in anger. "Kill you? No one's going to take your life away from me until we finish what we started. Not even the god of hell can take you away until the expiry of our contract."
In a swift move, he threw me over his shoulder and walked to his car, despite my shouts, "Let me go."
After throwing me to the passenger seat and locking the car doors, he drove off to the villa and dragged me to my bedroom in fury.
We both were totally out of our minds in anger. I threw the objects in my bedroom at him, shouting, "Go away. Leave me alone."
His nostrils flared, fists clenched, and the darkened gaze was filled with evil and anger as if he were the incarnation of the devil itself.
"If you are so eager to go to heaven, why don't I bring it to you?" He held my wrist tightly, making the things fall to the floor after I lost the strength in my hands.
Pushing me to the wall, he pinned my hands above my head and started to kiss me fiercely. My lips formed into a thin line, not allowing him to get the satisfaction he needed. Angrily, he bit my lower lip, forcing his tongue to slip into my mouth. I wriggled in his grip and tried to stomp his feet, but he locked my legs with his. I was totally trapped while his mouth attacked mine for a forceful, hungry kiss.
He only gave me a few seconds to inhale the air and then again pulled me into another kiss. His teeth dug into the nape of my neck, marking me like one of his possessions. Then again, his tongue attacked my lips, which were already bleeding from his last fierce kiss.
My vision blurred while I got choked, silently begging him to stop. It was anything but a kiss. It felt like a hungry beast unleashing its wrath on its prey instead of devouring it in one go.
When his grip loosened a little, I finally mustered up the strength to lay my hands on his chest, creating space between us.
"Stop!" I shouted, falling to my knees.
I gasped for air like an animal arising from the dead. Tears escaped my eyes while I held my head that started to spin. My face turned hot and red, and I kept my gaze on the floor, inhaling the breath of relief.
He then knelt before me and put his finger under my chin to finally make me look into his eyes. My teary eyes fell on his evil smirk as he said, "Babygirl, you should not talk about death in front of the one who gifts it to others. If you talk about it, you should bear the consequences."
Then he left my chin and stood straight like a superior looking down on people like me. I only prayed for him to leave, for his footsteps to go as far away from me as possible, but my prayers never reached the almighty.
"If you are done inhaling the fucking air, stand up and serve me like the good girl you are."
It was his true form. In front of it, our every gentle touch, passionate moment, and stolen glance felt fake. The burden that I carried in my chest grew heavier as I stood straight, remembering our days at Hydes. Despite the months that passed and the things that happened, he had always been the VIP customer, and I had always been a server who was meant to serve him.