Bound to the Alpha Racer

He Found Me

That night, I left the hospital and headed back to my neighborhood. I didn't follow Ray's advice because I didn't want to get into more trouble with Mr. Sullivan.

If he was angry about the club incident, I would tell him that I didn't know who the "mysterious guy" was who caused the chaos. Case closed, right?

I snuck into the garage and noticed that no one was guarding the place. I just wanted to check on it, and my fears were confirmed.

I was furious. The garage had been broken into, and some things were missing. Even the expensive tools and equipment were missing.

Damn it! If Mr. Sullivan's men were behind this, they'd better pay for the damage!

I stepped outside and carefully closed the garage door. Suddenly—GRAB! Someone clamped a hand over my mouth from behind. I struggled, but the person was huge and had pinned my arms down.

"Little mice always come back to their holes," he chuckled. "Mr. Sulli's been looking for you, sweetheart."

When more guys showed up and dragged me away from the garage, I couldn't fight back. They threw me into the back of a van, locked the doors, and drove off.

"s**t!" I hissed.

I tried to stay calm and think positively. This must be a misunderstanding. Mr. Sullivan couldn't be that bad, could he? Or was he? My mind was spinning.

Soon, the van came to a stop, and the back doors opened. I was pulled out, still being held tightly as if I were a flight risk. There were several of them for just one girl.

They brought me back to Mr. Sullivan's mansion, dragged me upstairs, and led me into a large room with black leather sofas.

Mr. Sullivan was sitting there casually, sipping wine.

"Oh, Lune!" he greeted me like an old friend. "I thought you'd truly disappear. How's your father?"

"Why are you looking for me and trashing my dad's garage?" I shot back.

"Well, we had an agreement, Lune."

I tried to wriggle free from his men, but they only held me tighter.

"That deal is off, Mr. Sullivan! I don't owe you anything. So let's just stay out of each other's business!" I snapped.

Mr. Sullivan sipped his wine, then narrowed his eyes at me. "Things don't work that way, Lune. Especially not after you caused a scene at the club."

"Me? That wasn't me!"

"Doesn't matter. Once you're involved with me, you can't just walk away." He chuckled darkly. "A friend of mine likes you. He's willing to pay a good price for your body and your service."

"Listen, Mr. Sulli! I am NOT doing that! So don't you dare mess with me or my dad again!"

"Lune, the moment you stepped into my world, you should have known you wouldn't be able to walk away from me that easily."

Mr. Sullivan set his glass down and approached me with a confident, menacing stride.

From the look in his eyes, I knew he wasn't going to let me go.

How can someone like him exist?

"Let me go!" I screamed, still struggling.

His hand wrapped around my neck. He grinned.

"Please, Mr. Sulli! Leave me and my father alone! I owe you nothing. Why are you doing this to me?" I pleaded, my voice trembling.

"I can let your father live in peace, but only if you obey my every command. That way, we're even, Lune. You'll be giving Jacob a comfortable life."

"No! Please!"

"Take her. We're going to Demoniquid now!" Mr. Sullivan ordered.

No matter how hard I struggled, his men were too strong. They dragged me by force; my arms and legs ached with every pull. One of them stuffed a rag into my mouth to silence any scream for help.

Tears streamed down my face; my chest was tight with fear and regret.

Just as I was about to give up, I caught a familiar scent—white cedar and fig. My body tensed. My eyes darted toward the front door.

No way...

Mr. Sullivan's assistant opened the door and froze when he saw a tall figure standing at the threshold.

"Where's my Lune?" the man growled, his eyes locking on me. "Where are you taking her?"

"Who the hell is he?! How dare he enter my house?!' Mr. Sullivan roared.

Cassiel

He surged forward and punched one of Sullivan's men in the gut. The grip on my arm loosened as the others rushed Cassiel. I ripped the cloth from my mouth and backed away from the chaos.

Cassiel moved with inhuman speed, taking them all down in seconds. The mysterious racer was no ordinary man.

Mr. Sullivan stood frozen and trembling as Cassiel approached. His face was hidden by a mask.

"Don't mess with me! You have no idea who I am!" Mr. Sullivan barked. "You'll be in serious trouble if you cross me!"

"If you die right now, I won't be in any trouble, will I?"

Suddenly, Cassiel grabbed Mr. Sullivan by the throat and lifted him off the ground. I watched the older man kick and thrash about, gasping for air.

"Stop it! Let him go!" I screamed in panic. "Leave him alone! Please!"

Cassiel let go just like that. Mr. Sullivan collapsed onto the floor, coughing and gasping for air, his face red with fear.

"If you ever come near Lune or her father again, I will kill you."

With those words, Cassiel grabbed my hand and pulled me into a run. Outside, I saw unconscious bodies sprawled across the terrace and lawn. The gates were even wide open.

Cassiel's motorcycle was already parked outside. He mounted it, then reached a hand out to me. I took it, climbed on, and wrapped my arms around him.

I had no idea how he found me, but he wasn't lying. Cassiel could find me anywhere. He's dangerous. There was no use pretending anymore—I couldn't stay away from him.

When Cassiel told me I belonged to him, I didn't understand what he meant.

Now, I do.

He owns me.

Suddenly, Cassiel turned to me, grabbed my chin, and pressed his lips against mine in a deep, soul-stealing kiss.

What was he doing?

Why was he kissing me?