Bound by Blackwood

Silvia POV

One billion dollars?

I gasped looking at the broken Rolex. I can't even afford that in a lifetime. Who keeps a billion dollar watch so carelessly?

“You are in big trouble, b***h. You have no idea who Jack Blackwood is. He is going to skin your sorry ass alive," the girl, whose name I learnt was Madison pushed my head away, laughing cynically.

Some guy rushed into the class and yelled, “The Heathen's are coming." Everyone scrambled off to their seats and within five seconds the entire class was silent.

The only sound I could hear was the impending shoes of the dangerous men mentioned.

I got up to my feet, picking up the broken Rolex and placing it back on the desk it fell from.

My breath hitched up on feeling their presence within the classroom. I haven't even looked back to see who they were but the aura they were emitting felt dangerous.

The silence suddenly felt deafening and the atmosphere shifted like there was a bloody murder.

“Who was it?" A deep voice grumbled and my heart spiked up with fear.

I could even hear my heart beating in my ears just from the sound of his voice.

“Don't let me f*****g repeat myself." A Chair was slammed back and I think it shattered from the force.

Instinctively, my body jerked up and I raised my hand facing him. My eyes remained on the ground, tears blurring them instantly.

I was so afraid. Shaking like I had caught a cold.

“I...I am sorry...I didn't mean to..." My words are cut off when I feel his hand wrap around my neck, lifting my head up.

“Who the f**k are you?" He questioned, slightly squeezing my neck, not hard but enough to make me gasp for air.

“I...I..." My voice suddenly went mute. God, I couldn't even talk properly.

My legs shook beneath me and when I met his fury eyes, something dropped into my stomach. Horror.

“Cat caught your tongue?" His grip tightened and I think I am going to die because I start to have a panic attack.

“It's not...I... not..."my breath seized and I began to struggle for air.

“What the heck is wrong with her?" He let me go and one of his friends, stepped in, catching my body before I hit the ground.

“She is is having a panic attack. She needs to go to the school clinic," his friend said sliding me into a chair.

“She destroys some precious to me and uses a panic attack as an excuse? Hell no, she is coming with me." He grumbled, dragging up from my arm.

I stumbled over my steps and crashed into his chest. Everyone gasped in shock and began to mumble amongst themselves.

“She is so dead." I managed to hear one of the girls say as they giggled.

When I tried to apologize he grabbed my hair and dragged me out of the classroom. His friends don't follow and so do other students.

He brought me to a club room filled with luxurious couches, pool table, and other game boards with golden inking on them.

Once he shut the door behind us, I tensed up ready to scream if he tried to do something to me.

“Enough with your, drama, little mouse. I know you are pretending to be weak and all that. Although, I enjoy watching you quiver in fear. Now, tell me how you are going to pay for the watch you destroyed?" He trudged towards me, his steps slow and menacing.

I moved backwards tripping on the armrest of the couch and almost falling back. But he caught my waist and pulled me closer to him. His breath fanned my fan with mint and something like cherry. And his scent was heavenly rich like Cedar and musk mixed together.

“Are you mute or deaf? Speak before I lose my temper," he said, with a cold voice that sliced my stomach with butterflies.

My cheeks burned up as I thought of how hot his body would look just like his face.

“I am sorry, I didn't mean to break your watch. It was an accident," I finally managed to say without stumbling with my words.

“An apology will not bring back what you have ruined."

“But I cannot afford to pay back. I don't have enough money to replace it either. But I can do your homework in exchange," I bargained hoping it would interest him.

But he flipped up and grabbed my shoulders. "Do I look like I need a loser to do my projects? For f**k sake don't get me more pissed than I already am," he growled.

“I...um...then how do you suggest I pay you back?" I asked and something flickered his eyes.

Delight. Mischief. Sin. I can't really tell but I had a gut feeling he was up to no good.

“Sex." He whispered to my ear and my whole body stiffened in shock.

“No, I am not a cheap s**t. You can go to a club and find someone who can render such services for you," my mouth flared uncontrollably. I was instantly disgusted by his personality.

“I just gave you a life time opportunity to get f****d by me. Do you know how girls would want to be in your shoes right now?" He smirked arrogantly placing himself high.

“Those girls are just blind. I'm pretty sure they will reconsider their infatuation once they realize how twisted you are," I said and his smile broadened.

“You are the kind huh? I will take my offer back. But you have to replace my Rolex or give in to my other option. It's not that hard and if you don't, trust, sweetheart you don't want to be on my s**t list," he threatened with a dark voice that made my hair stand.

“Fine. I will replace your Rolex but it will take a lot of time," I agreed, unwilling to sell my body to him just for a damn wrist watch.

“You have three days to raise half a billion. If you don't then I will get it however I want," he stated deadpan.

“That's impossible. Where do I raise that kind of money from? Do you want me to rob a bank?" I complained, disagreeing with his terms but he doesn't relent.

“You will have to find that out yourself, sweetheart. Three days or I will have you in my bed. It's your choice to make." With that said, he left the club room leaving me with an impossible burden.