Mafia Don's Baby Mama

4; Cold Blooded.

Hermione Hudson.

My gaze flicked to Alex who sat there unbothered, as if the sight in front of him is ordinary.

I would not lie, I am f*****g scared shitless. But, I am naturally a stubborn person, especially in this moment. If it was someone else, I would have complied rather quickly, but something told me to have faith in Alex. That he would not watch such scene unfold in front of him calmly, but he was doing just that.

If anything, he pulled his arm away from the stripper, and then leaned back comfortably, casually drawing his cigar, and thrn blowing it out. "You like stripping for men to get paid, don't you? Letting them touch you for a price like a whore." His voice came again, almost mocking. He picked up a hanful of dollar bundles beside him, and then threw it at me, making me flinch and take a step back, the scene oddly familair to me. His eyes were cold as ever when he then added. "Strip for me, then pick up the money. Be my whore."

My eyes sting with unshed tears as I held his gaze, my hands curling by the side. I have never felt as downgraded and embarassed as I am in this moment, and it hurts even more that it is from Alex. I never thought a day would come that he would treat me this way, and yet ultimately, I knew I brought it upon myself.

When I made no move to do as he asked, he then clicked his tongue, and I saw a flick of annoyance in his eyes before he parted his lips again. And then, when he parted his lips to say his next words, I did not expect the words I heard. "Bring him in."

A second later, the door behind opened, followed by the sound of someone being dragged into the room. They came to a halt beside me, the person forced to kneel beside me facing Alex. Alex gestured to the man with his head.

"You know him, do you not?"

I blinked, tearing my gaze from Alex to look beside me, realization instantly dawning on me as I remembered the face belonging to the man that groped me on stage earlier. He was now bleeding and looked battered, as if he had been beaten a hell lot. He was shaky as his eyes fell on Alex, recognition flickering in his wide orbs. "M...Mr. Petrov...p..please...spare me..." True fear masked his expression, and I could only stare in disbelief.

Alex dropped the cigar in his hand back on the table, before he pushed himself on his feet. Now staring at him fully standing, I noticed he is certainly way sturdier and bulky than he was before, and as he rounded the table to come stand beside the man, tehre was this aura he carried himself with that was cold and screamed not to be messed with, every bit of a mafia don really.

"Which hand was it?" He asked, his voice low but loud enough for everyone to hear as he stared down at the man pleading at his feet. "Which hand did you grope her with?"

"M...Mr. Petrov please..."

"Ah...I guess, this is it, right?" And then, Alex stepped on the man's hand, crushing it underneath his shiny leather shoes, the sickening sound of bones crushing beneath his foot reached our ears, making me flinch and close my eyes.

But this man did not flinch, not in the slightest. In fact, he seemed unbothered by the fact that he was crishing a man's hand with his foot. The sound of the man's loud, painful screams were like tiny needles pricking my skin, I wanted to be anywhere but. But it appeared that was not enough for him, because just as I peeled my eyes open again, I watched as he moved and stepped on the other hand, crushing those fingers as well just as he did with the first one.

My blood ran cold, and suddenly, the cold gun barrel to my head no longer mattered. My knees were so weak, I was seconds away from crashing to the floor.

"Open your eyes." Alex ordered, calmly, but I knew his words were directed towards me. "See what happened to men that linger around you, and touch you. The men you w***e yourself to."

The cold gun barrel pressed to the back of my head again, reminding me of its presnece. "Open."

I peeled my eyes open, forced to stare at the screaming and wailing in pain man in front of me, then at the pyscho that stood above him, unbothered. Alex then pulled out a gun from behind, my eyes widening as I feared what he would do. It appeared the old man thought of it as well, because he then began to plead profusely, despite already being in too much pain.

"Please, Mr. Petrov..."

"Any last words?" Alex asked calmly, though something about his expression told me he could not care less about that.

My eyes widened. "Wait..."

"Mr. Petrov, please--" His words were halted by Alex pulling the trigger, the sound followed by a loud gunshot that had me staggering a few steps behind, my exposed skin coated with something warm.

I felt frozen in my position, and for a second, it felt as though the world had come to a standstill. And then, the sound of the body beside me dropping to the floor like a bag of something reached my ears, dulling out the loud ring sound that followed the gunshot. Then, it all dawned on me, the now dead man, his blood coating my skin and the floor, Alex...

Shocked, my head lifted, my gaze falling on Alex's blood stained face, as he stared at the dead body like its nothing, a smile even danced on his lips but it is one befitting of psychos really, true psycopaths. When his gaze found mine, his expression hardened, turning cold.

His name escaped my lips without much thought. "Alex..."

My words seemed to have made something in him snap, because in the blink of an eye, he had covered the distance between us, his empty hand going to roughly hold the back of my neck, tilting my head up. His lips crashed on mine immediately after, dominating mine in a fierce kiss that I could not keep up with. My weak knees gave up on me, and I would have fallen on the floor if not for his arm that went around me, steadying me as he held me close to him, my body pressed to his.

He pulled back after devouring my lips, his breathing ragged as he found my gaze with his darkened ones. "You can only be mine, Hermione." he whispered harshly against my lips. "For the rest of your f*****g life."

I shook my head, "I'm not...you're not..."

He did not allow me to finish my words as his lips crashed on mine again, his kiss more intense than the last this time around, and I could only melt in his arms, too shocked to react to anything.