Chapter 4
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Jade flushed and her heart raced. She felt his palm burn into her waist when he placed his hand there. He used his free hand to seductively trace her chin, jaw, and finally her lips.
She was scared because of the crazy look in his eyes, but mostly because of the heat between her legs.
Xavier slowly drew away from her, and she turned back to the window.
Maybe the best thing is never to ask him any question that might trigger her libido.
The car came to a sudden stop, and she sat up only to realize they had pulled over on the tarmac.
"Where are we going?" she frowned.
"My home in New York," he simply stated and opened the door. Before he could reach her side, she already jumped out.
"What do you mean by 'my home in New York'!?" she exclaimed. "I don't want to leave Brooklyn!" she angrily said.
"What I want is the only thing you should think of," he roughly grabbed her arm and pulled her close. "And the last thing you want is the head of your mother wrapped in a nice little bow." He felt her tremble. "Good girl. I have my men following your parents, so never irritate me."
He let her go.
Jade looked up at him with fat tears in her eyes.
"You wouldn't!" she bitterly said.
"Try me," he smirked and offered his elbow, which she reluctantly took.
He took her to his private jet, and soon they took off.
Jade bade goodbye to her city, friends, and parents in her heart. She may never see them again because she had no clue what her new life would be like with a complete stranger.
Xavier sat opposite her with his pistol on the table between them, and all he did was type on his laptop with his headphones on.
"What will it take for you to let me go?" she suddenly asked, which made him stop typing.
"When I'm tired of you, I'll let you go," he simply shrugged.
What exactly did he want from her? Would he make her his s*x slave? She could never be anyone's s*x toy!
"You disgust me! You are so pathetic! You're sick!" she said to him, but he continued typing.
How the hell could she get to this man!? No matter what she said, he didn't react to her insults.
"Animal," she frowned.
A steward walked to them.
"What would you like, ma'am?" he politely asked. "Water? Soda? Wine? Champagne? Cocktail…"
"f**k you and your cocktail!" she cursed at him.
The man blinked but still maintained his smile.
"Whiskey will do," Xavier said to the man without looking up.
"So, do I get to go out by myself, alone?" she asked.
"Sure," he replied.
Jade smiled.
That meant her freedom wouldn't be restricted, and she'd do whatever she liked. She could even escape.
Jade thought about different plans to run away from the psychopath sitting opposite her and go back to her parents. She would take them so far he would never be able to find them.
"With protection, of course," he added, as if reading her mind. She frowned.
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"My men will follow you around to make sure you don't try to escape," he replied.
"What? So I can't live freely now?"
"You are not in shackles," he simply replied. "Just behave, and you probably will never be in one."
"I'm not a prisoner!" she angrily said and looked away from him.
Were her parents aware of the kind of person he was? Were they aware of the way she'd be treated, or did they not care?
He would monitor her every move. He would make life difficult for her.
Jade felt naked and vulnerable. She was defenseless, and she hated it. She wasn't used to taking instructions from anybody, and now she had to dance to his every tune, or else her parents might die.
Xavier drank his whiskey, studying Jade over the rim of his glass.
She sadly stared into space, and slowly her eyes became heavy. She nodded off a couple of times but finally gave in and slept.
He even managed to get a glimpse of her red panties.
Jade yawned and stretched herself on the expensive leather seat.
What a nightmare.
She yawned again and slowly opened her eyes, looking around. Her eyes finally rested on his icy blue ones.
Oh s**t. It wasn't a nightmare.
She looked away with a sigh.
"I wish you could just disappear," she murmured and sat up. "Are we there yet?" she tried to look outside the window.
"Yes." He shut his laptop and stood up. "Let's go."
He offered his arm, but she stared at it for a second.
"You don't have to act like a gentleman," she rolled her eyes but finally took it.
"I'm no gentleman, trust me." He smiled and led her out of the cabin.
She carefully climbed down the stairs only to find multiple men and women dressed in black. Just like the ones at her house. They stood in rows like an army, and each of them wore shades.
"My men," he whispered, and she nodded.
"Lord," they all said in unison.
Lord?
What the hell was going on? Was this some kind of joke? A cult, perhaps?
Jade looked up at the man standing beside her.
He looked calm and collected, but strangely dangerous. The aura around him was one of control and power. The way he looked at his men with zero emotion or expression was grounding.
He had a presence that demanded attention, either because he was wealthy or because he had power.
Who is this man!?
She knew he was wealthy, but to what extent? Did he own all these people? Was he a king? Or a god? What was he?
She looked around again and back at him.
Is Xavier in the mafia?
Jade realized she wasn't dealing with any ordinary man.
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