In Bed With The Devil

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Geraldine Maldov, also infamously known as gran gran and one of the oldest Gavones in the mafia and also Alex’s grandmother. She was retired from the world of the mafia but still a prominent figure, as her name carried power, being one of the most influential figures that made the Maldov household name reign supreme. Alex was her son’s successor, they didn’t have the closest of relations.

“You’re careless.”

“It was a lapse in judgment.”

“Maldovs don’t make mistakes.”

“I know that.”

“You’re a disgrace.” She spat onto his suede shoes, a usual gesture that always conveyed her dislike for her grandson across. Alex frowned deeply, the urge to put a bullet through the woman’s head filled him up greatly.

Olivia was sprawled on the couch as they reached the living room, his eyes lit up in anger as he turned to his grandmother who just rolled her eyes as she flippantly waved a hand, “I just gave her my laced cookies that’s all. You should be grateful you incompetent swine.”

“The only thing I’m grateful for is the fact that I haven’t put a bullet through your head.” He snapped back, then he turned around, signaling Marco who went head to hurl Olivia’s limp body over his shoulder.

Alex almost rubbed his temple, things were clearly not going according to plan but he would rather die than show an ounce of weakness in front of the devil herself. Geraldine was a woman who knew how to put up a great facade, better still she was also a woman who knew how to read faces—he was bound to c***k under her nails once she bore into him soon enough.

“Stay for tea.”

“No.”

“I’m not going to murder you Alex,” she snickered like the manically evil witch of the west as she was, “…not today at least.”

He took a swipe at his watch, clearly not in the mood for her games , “I have important business to attend to gran gran.”

“Oh I’m pretty sure your w***e wouldn’t be awake any time soon. I made sure of that.” She laughed again, “Congrats on your happy marriage by the way.” Her voice filled with the highest till of mockery, “Typical Maldov fashion to not invite the rest of the family to the wedding, just like your father when your w***e of a mother bore y—-

Alex stepped closer as he took off his glasses, “Call my mother or my wife w****s again,” he said calmly, “I’ll make sure to kill that precious favorite of yours this time.”

Geraldine’s smile disappeared as her teeth gritted, pointing at the door, “Leave my house.”

“Tea isn’t my taste anyway,” he replied as he placed his glasses back on, “I’ll have you moved.”

“I stay where I please.” She sneered, as he turned around to leave she called out to him, “Also keep your Dog in chains grandson, you don’t want her running into the wrong hands now do you??”

Alex ignored the brash words of his grandmother. He made his way into the car parked right outside the house, and took one last look before shutting the door behind him. He would have her moved, her sudden reappearance was clearly a move to rattle his feathers. Alex Maldov wasn’t one to be rattled.

“Are we driving the madam home sir?” Marco asked Alex turned to the unconscious woman laying next to him.

“Yes,” he muttered, “First, we need to make a short trip.”

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Olivia felt a piercing dose of pain course through her veins as her faintly opened. Her surrounding was all a haze as she managed to sit upright, slowly the flash of events wavered through her mind as she tried recollecting what happened before she passed out, her haze cleared and she gasped loudly…..Geraldine!!!

She was back in the Maldov mansion, immediately she sprang to her feet and wobbled back onto bed, her mind was to discombobulated for her body to function properly. She winced loudly trying to remember all that happened

, and why she was back in the house she so fought hard to escape from.

Her head throbbed even harder as the minute went, then the door opened and she gasped loudly as she jolted up to a defensive stance, Alex’s brows arched, “What are you doing?”

Olivia, embarrassed, retreated her stance as she grabbed onto the bed pole for support, she managed to mutter, “Why—Ho…how am I here??”

“The better question is…” He replied as walked closer, she saw the darkness in his eyes and it terrified her greatly, he was bound to kill her now, “….why did you think you could run away from me.”

“I hate you.” She took the opportunity, spitting on his face.

Alex was calm, grabbing a napkin from his pocket, he wiped off the spittle across his chin and lips, “It only makes me want you more. I am a patient man Olivia.”

He was a dangerous man, that’s what he was, a dangerous killer who had probably murdered Geraldine for all she knew. Her memory was all still a blur, as her escape attempt a fluke.

“What did you do to Geraldine?” She asked.

Alex’s demeanor almost made a tepid change from ambient to chaos, he managed to wrap it all under control but Olivia saw that twinkle in his eyes—-the unmistakable darkness she once saw, it scared and intrigued her at the same time. How one man could keep his emotions all under wraps, making him unpredictable…..terrifying.

“You have no business with that woman any longer,” He said as he linked his hands into hers, pulling her towards the door, “Come with me.”

“Let me go.” She groaned, trying to wrangle free from his grasp.

He sent her a haughty glare, “I’ve had a long day Mrs Maldov.”

She saw it again, the twinkle in his eyes. She saw his shell c***k a little, it sent chills down her spine as her lips pressed tightly together. A part of her wanted to ask what happened, why there was a sly line of worry tucked at the corner of his eyes, she frowned at the ugly head of concern poking out for this monster of a husband.

They walked down the hall and into a room, it was still huge like the master bedroom but only with the exception of a terrace, she’d only spent a day in the Maldov mansion but she loved the terrace.

“is this my new room?”

“No,” he answered, “It’s your closet.”

She frowned, “My closet?”

“My wife was running away from me in nothing but her sleeping clothes. The neighbors are wagging their tongues Olivia, they think I’m keeping you hostage.”

“You are keeping me hostage.”

“We’re legally married,” He said, the usual charm in his voice long gone, “I can’t keep you hostage if we’re—I don’t have time for all this,” He walked ushered her inside and she found the floor filled with bags, shopping bags.

She gasped loudly again, “What is all of this?!!”

“Yours,” he replied, “If you’re going to run away the next time then you better have the proper attire.”

She was dazed. It was all too confusing, Alex was all too confusing for her to bear. One minute he looked like he was about to kill her, then the next he was showing her a whole room dedicated to her closet alone with the floors raging with shopping bags all over it.

“I’ll have a carpenter come over to transform the room to your taste,” he announced, “You can oversee if you want.”

“Why are you…why are you doing this??” She asked, still taken aback.

He placed a hand at the nape of her neck, caressing it softly as he leaned closer, he grabbed a fistful of her hair pulling it towards his nose and took a whiff. The smell of her hair just wasn’t enough, he needed more…wanted more.

“Olivia….” His voice trailed as he went behind and nestled his head on her shoulder, she tried to pull away instantaneously but he had faster reflexes, wounding his arms around her waist to keep her from running.

He had a long day, from torturing his men to Geraldine’s impish antics, being nestled against Olivia’s beautiful skin was just the elixir he needed. Taking her clothes off and worshipping her body would’ve been perfect, but he could do with just whiffing her beautiful musk for now.

She was terrified, she wasn’t sure he noticed but her legs had morphed into jelly as she couldn’t find it in herself to take any step further. Surprisingly she felt warm, protected and that terrified her.

“Let me….let me go Alex. I want to see my fa—

“You tried to run away,” he muttered over her skin, “You don’t get to see your father until I’m sure you won’t play any stupid games Olivia.”

“Let me go!” She screened, managing to wrangle free from his arms and turned around as she tried to slap him. Unfortunately his sharp reflex caught her wrists which now dangled in the air.

“Do you want to die?”

“Kill me then.”

He smiled, dropping her hands sharply and turned to leave, “If you plan on running away, try not to run into my grandmother next time.”