Bound to the Crime Boss

Chapter 8

Sophia's POV.

I was pinned to the wall by Damian, who stood in front of me with this towering figure and dim gaze.3 Staring back at me.

"Wait, Damian, it was not intentional. I didn't mean to say it that way. I just, I guess it was a slip of the tongue when I told her that I wanted to go home. I didn't intend to make it sound the way it did," I said immediately, trying to avoid his gaze.

"You started this; I want you to fix it," he said plainly and then walked away without another word.

I stood here in confusion, wondering how He wanted me to fix it. I already told his mother that I was there when I wanted to go home, and she believed me. She even had to confront him for it, of which his response made her believe it was true. Now he wanted me to fix it? How was that possible?

"What do you mean I have to fix it?" I said to him just before he was about to step outside the room.

"I need you to stay away from my mother for a while. I do not want you to speak to her while giving her the impression that I am some sort of abductor who has taken you away from your home to make you suffer," he said to me as if speaking the words through his teeth. Every word carried a tone of anger in it, and I chose to stay some steps away from him, staring at him in the silence.

"Is that how I am going to fix it? I didn't go to her. She came to me. I was in here, and forgive me if I get frustrated, but this is not just comfortable for me," I said to him this time in a loud voice, and all of a sudden he closed the door and turned around, walking back to me.

"How many times do I have to tell you that I will not hurt you?" Everyone knows this is uncomfortable for you; everyone, even my guys, knows that, and I have instructed them to make you feel fine in the best ways that they can. As soon as Agent Thompson responds to me positively, I promise you're going to be flying back home, and everything will go back to normal." I was staring at him in silence when he said those words to me, and I just did not know how I was supposed to feel because, of course, I would be glad to go home, and if complying with Damian was all I was gonna get home safe, I was ready to do that.

"Fine, I am going to do my best to stay away from your mother and not say any more implicating words. Just speed up this whatever this is," I said to him in frustration, walking back to the desk as I pulled out a chair from beside it and sank into it.

"Damian, I do not mean to pry, but Isabella, does she know what you do?" I asked him in a low voice because I was curious to know. Seeing that his mother is aware of the kind of life he lived, I wondered if she knew also.

"No, Sophia, do not involve my daughter in any of this. You just stay away from them, and when Agent Thompson responds, you will be home, and we will all be fine. It is that simple, Sophia." He said to me, and the way he kept mentioning my name at every statement made me quite uncomfortable.

"Fine, I'm a hostage, by the way; there should be boundaries." I said this not looking at him, but I had him scoff before walking out.

The fact remained that my curiosity was going to get the best of me. Because as a psychologist, I could not help but think about all of the possible reasons Damian and his family were the way that they were. Now he has restricted me from speaking to his mother and his daughter. I guessed the only group of people would be able to get information from would be his team.

I sat there in that room for a few minutes longer before a knock came on the door, and Marco slowly walked in.

"The boss has asked me to show you to your bedroom. Please come with me," he said to me as he led the way out of the room, where I followed some steps behind.

I was staring at Marco, who was walking in front of me, and the unique, towering figure made me wonder why a man as big as Marco and the other guys with pain so much loyalty to Damian. The history of Damian was quite interesting because while going through all of those files before my first session with him, I found myself wondering how a man could be so strategic with crimes.

"For how long have you known your boss?" I asked about bridging some gap between us and was walking side by side with Marco.

He glanced at me and moved his gaze forward again. "It has been a long time coming, and I've actually lost count of how long it has been. It feels like I have known him forever, and I just want it to remain that way," he said to me, but I failed to understand how that was cool.

"You cannot recall how long you've known Damian? I do not mean to question you, but at least you would remember the incident around how you met and all of those," I said, looking up at his face.

"Believe me, you would not have the time to listen to all of that; it is a very long and complicated story." He said without sparing me a glance.

I was about to say another word when he pointed to a door beside us.

"This is the boss's room," he said.

"Wait, am I supposed to share a room with Damian?" I asked, my eyes wide in shock.