Chapter 7
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"Never call me yours." I sent a striking slap across Dante's cheek. "I am not yours and will never be yours." My eyes burned with fury, along with my chest heaving.
"You hit me." Dante's face remained by the side, as a scoff exited his lips.
"I am not yours," I repeated my words as anger fueled me, forgetting the pain that I felt in my neck.
"I see." Dante turned his face to mine, and I saw an amusing smirk on his lips, and my gaze turned perplexed. "You know Elena," Dante moved closer to me on the bed. "I underestimated you." He added another inch, as his eyes grew darker and my body seemed to be glued to the bed.
Fuvk what have I done?
"You do have a lot of strength in you," Dante said, as I couldn't tell if he was praising or mocking me.
"I can never be for the one who kills for sport and terrorizes the lives of others." I made my claim.
"Is that what you think I am?" Dante asked me.
"That's what I know you are." My words remained hard, as every inch of me despised Dante. Dante stared into my eyes deeply, searching for something I didn't know of.
"You despise me that much?" Dante gazed hard, as his words came, one that came with surprise to him. "Where all I am offering you is a life you never had," Dante said.
"A life I never had?" I scoffed. "I had a life before I met you, Dante. I had a purpose. I had my happiness." I told him to his face. "But now, all I have around me is death, fear, and imprisonment." I didn't mind what I said anymore to Dante, for I was tired. I was tired of living like this.
"You call the beatings from your stepfather a life?" Dante asked me. "You call working multiple shifts to pay your student loans a life? How pathetic you are." Dante mocked me, as I soon went silent at his words while my eyes brimmed.
"At least I knew I was living." I eventually said and Dante went silent. He stood up beside me and turned his back on him, while I watched him run a hand through his hair.
"What would you have me do Elena?" Dante said, as he neither turned to me nor flinched. "What would you have me do to make you believe what I offer you is true?" Dante now turned to me, while I was taken away by his words.
"Let me go," I answered him.
"That's what you don't understand Elena. That's what you don't know and I'm trying to protect you from." Dante said.
"You don't know me Dante and I don't know you, so stop saying you're trying to protect me. Stop lying just to keep me captive by saying you're protecting a stranger like me. A man like you does no good like that." Even though my words can be harsh I didn't care as all I saw were his own selfish reasons.
Dante bit his lip lightly at the harshness of my words, and nevertheless, let out a scoff. "The moment you set foot out of my jurisdiction Elena, count yourself dead," Dante said, as I couldn't tell if he was telling the truth or not but his words sent shivers down my spine. "You leave here and I swear to God Elena, not me nor my men would send out the order, but make up your mind to be gone already," Dante added. "No one, no one I repeat Elena engages with Dante Morelli and lives to tell the tale."
I didn't know if Dante spoke the truth or not, but for some reason, my heart began thumping fast.
"So Elena, it's not up to me anymore," Dante added.
"If you let me go, no one has to know you let me go. No one has to know and they won't come after me even if I don't know who you're talking about." I tried to reason with Dante.
"I have enemies Elena. I have a lot of enemies and all are looking for where to strike." Dante told me.
"What do you have to lose, Dante? It doesn't matter if they kill me or not, let me be the one to worry about that. Just let me go." I spoke. "I'm nothing to you but a stranger it won't matter. Please let me be the one to decide my fate". I pleaded with Dante with everything in me.
"All I am offering you is not submission Elena but to keep you alive where we both help each other. I need someone to act as my partner, and you want to stay alive. I'm offering a deal where you can stay alive, live your life as you please, enjoy the lavishness of life and control power, while I do my own business. That's all I'm asking for." Dante's tone was thick and straightforward.
But it wasn't as easy as that.
"No. No Dante, that's not the life I want to live. I want nothing of that. I am so content with the life I was living." I assured him, while I now watch every bit of emotion drain from Dante's face.
"Then you leave me no choice," Dante said, and that same fear that sent a shiver down my spine rose again.
"What...what do you mean? Are you letting me go?" A build of hope started in me.
"Marcel!" Dante called and ignored my words, as the door opened and revealed one of Dante's men. "Feed her, give her everything she wants, send daily clothes to her, respect her decisions but be careful with her, she's a smart woman," Dante spoke, as his gaze only stayed on his men. "Also Marcel," Dante's tone now changed. "Don't even for once, I repeat, don't even dare touch a hair on her head no matter what," Dante ordered, as even Marcel raised his gaze to his boss's own.
Dante didn't say any more than that, as he strode to leave the room. "Dante!" I called him but he never once turned to me.
"One last thing Marcel." Dante stopped in his tracks with his gaze now backing mine. "Keep her locked in my quarters from now on."
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