$14 What Do You Want From Me?
1101 Words
"This desire will be the death of me!"
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Rebecca wondered if that was how her life was meant to end. Being killed for something she didn't even dream about doing.
His hold around her neck tightened and she could feel the air seizing from her lungs.
She couldn't even speak now if she wanted to. She stared into his eyes, hoping to find some sympathy, but those color shifting eyes were burning with so much rage than she had ever seen.
"Diego!" A voice barked at the entrance.
Chase hurried towards them but didn't push his brother away. Instead, he spoke calmly, trying to reason with him. "Diego, don't be like this. She'll die."
"Exactly my plan." Diego responded without batting an eye.
"Diego, don't do this. Why save her life only to kill her now?"
"Maybe I made a mistake by saving her. You know how much I hate mistakes, I might as well correct it before it's too late." Diego's voice was as cold as ice and empty of all emotions.
Chase spoke calmly still. "She didn't mean to harm you, she got the cups mixed up. She wanted to give me the one with milk. I can prove it! The black coffee is still in my bedroom as we speak."
Diego's eyes squinted softly. "Since when did she serve you coffee?"
"Let's talk about that later, for now, let her go. Let her go for f***s sake!" He yelled but still didn't try to harm his brother.
Diego finally let go and Rebecca dropped to her knees, wheezing and coughing.
Chase knelt next to her and placed his arms around her shoulders. "It's okay. You're okay." He said comfortingly, pulling her to his chest.
She leaned against him while holding on to her throat. If it weren't for him, she would have died just like that! For a crime she didn't even dream of committing!
"Both of you," Diego's cold voice caught her ear. "Get out when you're done cuddling." He said as he took a coat and stormed out of the room.
She could not believe what had just happened. He could really kill her if he wanted to. Heck! She would have died if Chase hadn't come in!
"Why didn't you tell him what really happened?" Chase asked her as he helped her to her feet.
"He didn't give me a chance." She managed to respond.
Chase sighed. "I'm sorry you had to go through this. Let me take you to your room."
"Thanks but... I can go there myself. You should go after him and help him."
Chase smirked softly. "He's alright. He just needs a puff and he'll be fine."
"A puff?" She asked confusedly.
His lips pressed into a thin line and he pointed at the door.
She left the room and went to her. She hadn't even gotten a chance to eat but she didn't have to. She didn't even have the strength to work up an appetite.
She laid down on her bed and covered herself with her blanket. She could have told him the truth, but she couldn't bring herself to tell him she had been lounging in his brother's room and it was the excitement that made her switch the cups.
"He seemed to be having a nightmare..." she thought to herself.
She didn't know whether she wanted to be angry at him or not. Maybe she should have expected such from a Mafia Don. But the way he looked at her, so blank. It scared her.
She jumped out of bed and went straight to the kitchen. Perhaps some milk would help her fall asleep.
As she opened the fridge and took out the milk, a voice caused a cold shudder to run down her spine.
"You need more milk?" Diego asked.
She froze by the fridge, fear holding her to a spot. When she finally moved, she closed the fridge and placed the milk on the counter.
She followed his gaze as it fell on the milk for a moment before looking back at her. In that short moment, she could feel the hatred he felt for that helpless carton of milk.
"I... I can't sleep." She muttered softly.
When she met his eyes, they looked so empty. A cigarette lounged between his lips and he took it out and puffed out the smoke. She understood what Chase meant when he said a puff.
She realized he hadn't eaten anything all day and it must be affecting him. She suggested even though it took a lot out of her to speak. "You should eat something."
"Sure. Are you going to make me a large milky cookie?" He questioned with an arched brow.
She scoffed at how childish he was being.
His eyes squinted softly. They seemed to have a different glow to them under the dim kitchen lights. "Did you just... scoff at me?" He stumbled against his words slightly.
"It was a mistake." She stated firmly.
"Did you think that you would not have made such a mistake if you just did as you were told?" His voice was stern, laced with anger. "You were to make me coffee. Just me! What makes you think you can serve the both of us?"
She scoffed a laugh and rolled her eyes. "What makes you think I want to serve either of you?" She questioned with a frown on her face.
He was silent. He simply took out his cigarette and puffed smoke into the air. She hated the smell but she wanted to stand her ground.
Though she began to doubt if she could keep it up when he walked around the counter and stopped in front of her. When he spoke, her knees buckled and threatened to give out.
A glass she had not noticed in his hand raised to his lips and he downed the content in one go. "You belong to me." He whispered softly against her face.
His breath was a mix of coffee, whiskey and cigarette and she enjoyed every bit of it as it teased her nostrils and enticed her soul.
With only the distance of an inch between them, Rebecca felt all her fighting spirit slip away from her and all that was left was her submissive side.
He stared into her eyes and she cursed underneath her breath when his lips curved into a smirk. "Cattivella..." he muttered softly, leaning in– almost like a stumble– closer.
His hand slid around her waist and trailed down to her hips and ass. "What do you want from me?"
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