His Dangerous Obsession ( Kill For You).

Not My Type

Dashiell’s P.O.V

The sound of screeching tires and crunching metals echoed through the air while I reclined in the chair, narrowing my eyes at the scene that just happened before me.

I heaved an exasperated sigh, clicking my tongue in my mouth before lighting up a cigarette and puffing it into the air in a way that the smoke was like tendrils swirling around me.

My eyes were devoid of emotion as I kept my gaze fixed on the car. I didn’t want to go this far but with Theo constantly getting on my nerves, this was just the only way to stop him.

I wined down the tinted glasses, exchanging fleeting glances with a homeless man whom I had instructed to remain at the scene where I had carefully crafted how the accident was supposed to happen.

Theo wouldn’t die neither would his men! All I needed was to get the damned evidence from him since I knew that he had followed Ines home.

Then using Lucas as his pawn against Ines was something that I would make sure that he regrets!

Anger coursed through my veins when someone that I had hired to tail Theo told me about everything that happened to Ines and how she was assaulted by Lucas. I hated the fact he didn’t help her but I was more pissed off with myself for not being there to save her from Lucas!

What in the world was even wrong with Lucas? How did my best friend become someone that I didn’t understand, someone who kept secrets from me? How?

The homeless man mixed amongst the crowd of people who watched everything that was happening before their very eyes. While some recorded the incident, some began to make different calls.

I shook my head. It didn’t matter to me! I was rest assured that Theo wouldn’t die. Although he might fall into a coma that was his business though. I just didn’t care.

The homeless man, Mark, managed to get all the phones in the car as he walked away from the scene and handed the phones to me.

In return for doing a good job, I gave him an envelope containing a huge sum of money and a coffee.

“Get yourself a house and live a good life from now on”

Tears welled in his eyes and I smiled back at him when he began to thank me for everything. I left the scene and there was this satisfaction that swirled inside of me when I drove past Theo’s car.

“Good riddance!”

I made a turn, driving back to Ines’s house.

“I hope she is fine” I muttered to myself and made a pause swerving toward the other lane on the highway as I got out of the car and threw the three phones into the ocean.

While I drove, thoughts about Ines plagued my mind. The urge to know what was going on in her mind, the urge to know the genesis of her relationship with Lucas and how damaged she must have been for Lucas to harass her!

I gripped the steering wheel tightly and the urge to protect Ines coursed through me.

Memories of her drinking herself to stupor at the bar flashed through my head and how I was shocked about the enormous debt that someone as young as her had.

“So, this was all your fault, Lucas?” I muttered through gritted teeth, glancing at my phone while awaiting a return call from Lucas.

He never returned any of my calls. His guilt must have weighed him down that he didn't dare show his face before me.

But, wait for a second, why was I thinking about Ines? She didn't mean anything to me so why did it feel like she was my responsibility and I had to protect her even though it meant protecting her with my life?

I pulled into Ines’s driveway and wasn't it odd that someone who has a lot of debts on her neck lived in an expensive apartment?

I got out of the car, exhaling sharply as I rang the doorbell.

A voice crackled to life through the intercom. “Dashiell? Sorry, Mr. Dashiell? What are you doing here at this time?”

“Open the door” I responded.

“Open the door? You can’t boss me around when I am in my own house. You have to beg me to open the door”

My eyes closed briefly, trying to control the anger that rushed inside of me. “Open the door”

“I wouldn’t open the door until you tell me please…..”

“Ines!” I yelled, clenching my fist in anger.

“You have a bit of an ego, Mr Dashiell. Tell me that you want me to please let you in”

I snarled. “What would you gain from doing this?”

“Alright, when you are ready to come inside, ring the doorbell, bye…..”

Before she could cut it, I gave into her pressure and muttered. “Please Ines, let me in”

“Finally, I ended up breaking your ego, Mr. Dashiell”

Slowly, the door creaked open and I was preparing to shoot her a glare but the pitiful sight of her caused me to swallow back my words.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her bedraggled face and the tears that were dried on her cheeks caused waves of anger to course through me. She reeked of alcohol and I guess that was why she kept saying gibberish earlier.

“You look a mess!”

She shrugged. “I know! Anyways, what are you doing here? How did you know my house?”

I stepped inside her house that was turned upside down, bottles of wine were heaped against the other and the whole place was just disorganized.

She ran her hands through her hair. “I am sorry for lying to you concerning Lucas. I thought I was never going to see him again but then he followed me and assaulted me. He wants me to get married to him forcefully and I am scared of what he might do to me….” She cried, taking me aback when she pressed her head on my chest while hitting my chest slightly.

“I feel so used and stupid and I am scared. What if I end up with him?” She cried and somehow, something in me caused me to raise my hands and I patted her on the back.

My heart was warm.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your plans, Mr Dashiell. I am sorry for…..”

I interrupted, maintaining the same voice that was devoid of emotion. “Where is your bedroom?”

She tossed her head to the back instantly. “Bedroom…..” She gasped, wrapping her hands around her body. “You want to sleep with me? Like all, I said now didn’t matter”

I stared at her in utter disbelief. “You must be hopeful to think that I would even sleep with you. I can’t even bring myself to kiss you because you are not my type”

She cleaned her face. “I am not your type? Why?”

“I don’t like weak women and you are the weakest of all and even worse!”

She scowled, moving aside as she yelled. “If I am not your type, then why are you here by this time?”

“I am here to get your things because you will be living with me now!”