Chapter 2: Attacked
896 Words
Guns were fired at his car and he swerved inorder to keep the car steady. Theresa held on to her seat belt, face turning pale.
He stopped the car and took a gun from the compartment. He looked at her, "Stay put and make sure to duck if anyone fires at you. Do you get?"
She rolled her eyes at him.
Leonard's chin tightened in anger and he growled at her. "Did you hear me, Theresa Mo?"
She said angrily, "Do you want us to die here? Go already!"
Leonard hated to be spoken to so rudely. He thought about snapping her neck, however those fools out on his tail were more important now. He stepped out of the car and jammed the door in frustration.
The first man immediately lunged at him, a thickset brute with a scar across his neck. Leonard did not blink. He ducked low just as the punch flew past his jaw. He came up fast, a fist crashing into the man’s stomach, then another to the face earning a satisfying growl of pain as the brute staggered.
Another came from behind.
Leonard twisted sharply, catching the attack with his forearm, driving his elbow into the man's throat before kicking his legs out from under him.
The air was filled with the scent of gunpowder and hot blood.
Another man seeing his companions were taken down fast turned his eyes to the car and narrowed his eyes at the frail lady seated at the front seat of the car. He took an aim immediately.
"Protect the lady!" roared Gabriel, Leonard’s right hand man, a tall figure with cruel eyes and a quick trigger finger. He signaled to the rest of the team. "Secure the perimeter!"
Theresa quickly ducked as the bullet shattered her window glass. Her heart thumping widely and out of pure instinct, she opened the door against Leonard's orders and dashed out.
A third man tried to grab Theresa from behind but she screamed and kicked wildly. Her heel hit him in the knee, sending him down.
She turned and bit his shoulder so hard he cried out in pain. "You touch me again and I will rip your eyes out!" she spat, her hair wild, her gown torn at the hem.
Leonard glanced back, eyes flashing with pride at the fury burning in her. The little cat was showing it's claws. That's good. He didn't set his eyes on her for nothing. One corner of his mouth lifted up as he sent a reeling punch at another i***t by his side.
He caught another man by the collar, slammed his head against the hood of the car, then threw him to the ground.
The chaos did not last long.
Leonard's men were trained so in less than five minutes, the street was silent again. The enemies lay crumpled on the pavement like broken dolls. Leonard exhaled slowly and walked back to the car.
Theresa was still struggling to untie her wrists which was still bound with his tie. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving, and her eyes burned with rage as she glared at him.
"You! Untie me now!" she ordered, her chest heaving with fury and wrinkling her brows at the heavy smell of blood in the air.
"You would be dead by now if I had not taken you," Leonard said coldly. He approached her and grabbed her by the arm and threw her in the front seat and got in the driver's seat, slammed the door shut, and the car sped off down the road with his men following behind.
"You are insane!" she shouted, kicking the dashboard.
"You are mine," he said without looking at her.
"You keep saying that like it means something," She bristled.
"It will," he replied, "when you understand what it means to defy me."
They drove deep into the city, through alleyways and side streets. The Mercedes turned into a private gate guarded by cameras and iron walls. The estate was vast, quiet, and haunting. They entered through the underground garage and parked. Leonard got out and walked to her side.
She looked up at him, furious. "If you touch me again I swear to God.."
"I am not going to touch you, little cat," he snarled. "You have enough time to show your claws but not tonight."
He leaned in close.
"But know this, Theresa Mo. The next time you look at another man, I will break him in half."
She stared at him, trembling, but refused to look away.
"I hate you," she whispered.
"I can live with that," he smirked. "For now."
He turned away and signaled his men.
"Take her to the west wing. Do not let her out of your sight."
As she was dragged out of the car, kicking and shouting, the echo of her voice followed him down the corridor.
Leonard walked into his office, blood on his shirt, hands still clenched.
He poured himself a drink and stood by the window, watching the city lights blink far below. For years he had stayed silent. Even when she had willfully called off their engagement, he didn't say a word. He had chosen to watch her from a distance. Let her love another man.
But not anymore.
She was finally in his world again.
And this time, he wasn't letting her go!
- Writer
