Taming The Mayor!

The Attack!

I stood right right in front of the stairs and I already had decided that if it's someone comforting me about Brandon or anyone forcing me into me this marriage than I would definitely leave down the stairs immediately.

I turned around to see Chase standing upright. He still wasn't wearing a shirt and that intimidated me.

I tried looking away but his gaze was boring holes in my body.

I stayed quiet at his question.

"Why are you marrying him?", He asked me again and I still stayed quiet.

"Can't you see the way he treats you? He treats you wrong. If I had you, you have no idea how precious you are and I would make you realise that.", He said and I realised where this conversation was going.

I never felt this way for him. He was always nice and sweet to me and G.ma but I never saw a spouse in him for myself. Or in any guy as a matter of fact actually.

"Amy.... Give me one chance and I can make things right for you.", He stated taking a step towards me.

"Chase.", I kept my hand in the air to cue him to stop pacing towards me. "You're a really nice man and you've treated me and my grandma so nicely but Chase I.... I'm getting married in six days and I... I can't leave Brandon. I just can't so....", Before I could even finish talking to Chase he paced towards me in two strides and held my arms.

"Amy... He doesn't treat you right, can't you see that?", He squeezed my arms tightly making me hiss under my breath.

"Chase let go off me.", I said trying to free myself from him.

"No Amy, I won't. Why can't you see he's not the right guy for you.", He said again moved his one hand up to my face.

"You deserve someone better. Why don't you give me a chance?", He saod as he stroked my cheek with his fingers, still squeezing my arm tightly.

His words and actions were scaring the life out of me.

"Chase please.... Just let go off me. Everything is my problem. Let go off me please", I calmly stated removing his hands off my body.

"You don't see it! Do you. What's so special about him that you're so willingly ready to be his little slutty wife. What is it about him huh?", Chase spatted onto my face taking me off guard with astonishment at his words.

I tried pushing Chase off as he psychotically squeezed my arm making me whimper in vain.

"Chase...", I shouted out loud at me as I struggled hard for release.

He tightened his grip around my arm and shifted my entire body against the railings of the wall that was up till half of my back.

I shrieked out loud with the fear of being pushed down.

I stood frozen, scared of what he might do next.

He was fuming in anger as he pressed my back hard against the wall still holding my arm tightly.

My hair were all ruffled against my face due to the hard struggle I put but the muscles of Chase's arms were not useless as a matter of fact.

He psychotically removed the strands out of my hair as he leaned his weight over me pressing my body under his weight.

"Chase please... We can talk about this.", I tried calming him down and make him look through senses.

I looked down and prayed he didn't push me off. Because heights were still my biggest fear.

He squeezed my cheeks between his thumb and fingers, holding my face firmly and making me look him straight into his eyes.

"Why is he so important to you?", He asked looking me straight dead into my eyes, squeezing my face harshly making me whine in pain.

"You're hurting me.", I said as the pang of pain hit me as he held my face harshly and tightly.

I felt suffocating under his weight as he completed crushed me. I closed my eyes trying to breathe in and survive.

"What haven't I done to have you? And yet you chose that Mayor over me. Is it because he's rich? Or is it because he makes you scream good in the bed? Huh?", He spatted squeezing my face even more tightly.

A feeling of disgust, anger and terror altogether rushed inside me.

I felt my body going numb with the pain and the way the crushed me under his weight.

I looked at him and his gaze went directly down onto my lips. He pulled my face a up straight and leaned in looking viciously at my lips.

His lips brushed against mine and I felt my world crashing under my feet.

But before he could make another move I felt his weight lifting off me as a pang of air hit my face and I breathed in loudly before I could black out or faint.

I looked over me and saw Brandon grabbing Chase by his shoulder as he looked over at me assessing my condition and understanding that Chase was forcing himself on me.

I looked him in the eye and sensed the anger flashing before me.

I still breathed in the air that my lungs were missing for the past few minutes and I felt tears all over my face.

It was only Brandon who stood with his shirt open, in front of me and everyone else was still inside getting drunk and dancing to the blowing music.

He tightened his fist and threw a punch at Chase, still holding him up and he went on punching him over and over again until Brandon finally blew in a punch and Chase went flying down the stairs directly on the front lawn downstairs.

He walked towards me and I straightened myself.

What if he thinks that I was f*****g around with Chase? What if he's going to hurt me for that?

I held onto the railing tightly afraid for life as Brandon walked near me and towered me.

He brushed my ruffled hair out of my face and slowly turned my face towards him. I was expecting him to yell at me and threaten me.

Even though none of this was my fault yet I still felt scared.

I still had my face perched down at the ground afraid to look over at him holding the railings tightly.

"Are you okay?", He asked cupping my face in his hands and making me look up at him.

I looked him directly into his eyes and saw warmness and genuine concern for me.

He wasn't mad at me and he understood my condition.

I simply nodded my head, biting down my lower lip, trying to hold him the sobs that were trembling my lips and my entire body.

Only if Brandon wouldn't have made it on time!

I felt a tear escape down my misty eyes and Brandon wiped it down with his thumb.

"It's okay... I'm here now.", He said making me look at him.

I looked at him and his expressions were soft and concerned ones.

"He can't hurt you now okay?", He said again making me feel warmer.

We stood close with our bodies almost touching and our noses brushing against each other.

It didn't bring me back any memories in fact I wanted to feel in this moment and feel what I had at the moment.

I felt Brandon's gaze shift down towards my lips as I he leaned in and I closed my eyes to let him smooth me down from the trauma I was still feeling inside me.

His touch still felt the same. He still felt safe. I still felt him like I used to.

But something made me open my eyes and I saw Brandon already looking down at me. Our lips were only an inch apart as we breathed the same air.

We looked at each other and the world seemed to dissolve for me at the moment.

A shadow behind Brandon moved and I looked over his shoulder and saw a man dressed in completely black clothes holding something long and black in his hand as he aimed at Brandon.

He tied a clothe around his face, masking his identity.

He held a gun!

Before he could've pulled the trigger I immediately screamed and heard a gun shot. I pushed Brandon away making him fall down as I fell over him. I felt a gush of strong, hot air passing by my shoulder, which was the aimed bullet at Brandon.

Luckily no one was hurt and I heard bushes chirping as somebody moved and tried running away.

Brandon held my arms tightly and asked me something that I couldn't make up because everything seemed to be in a blur and no sound could reach my ears.

Brandon pushed me off of him and called in his guards, yelling for security.

The gun shot created a haphazard inside the room and everybody screamed and started running.

The security came right in time and locked the doors around the house and ordered everyone to remain calm.

Brandon ran off behind the guy in the mask who left behind his gun that was fallen down. I saw Brandon disappear in behind the bushes of the garden near the house.

"The walls of the compound behind the house are secured through an online security system!", I heard one of the guard speak through wire as he reached me to secure me.

"Where did Brandon go?", I asked him being concerned for Brandon.

"How the hell did the security breached?", The guard yelled. "Ma'am we need you to get inside.", He diverted his gaze at me and asked me to leave.

I realised I was still sitting down at the floor.

"Amy.", I heard Fel's voice fall on my ear as she and Connor came forward to help me get up.

Connor looked around and saw an unconscious Chase lying at the foot of the staircase.

"What the hell just happened?", He asked looking around as Fel helped me get to my feet and took me inside the house.

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I sat on the couch with Fel sitting right next to me holding down my hand that still trembled with fear of what had just happened.

Connor and Dexter stood right next to each other near the wooden fire place. Brandon stood discussing terms with the head of security.

The matte black barrel shot gun that was completely clean and sleek was placed on the coffee table right in front of us.

I looked at it and continued looking at it over and over again. Right above the trigger and beneath the bullet barrel were written in bold and italic shiny black were initials to some name.

"E.P"

"Any intel on the words from the gun?", Brandon asked one of the guards and I listened to them attentively.

"We're still at it. The bullet has also been recovered and we'll reach to the bottom of this by morning.", The guard replied.

My brain ringed with dad's words from his study the other day when I was sneaking in.

"It's time to strike him now. He'll get weak. The wedding comes in a weak and then we strike him again and there he loses."

The strike!

What if this was his strike?

What if dad was involved in this attack? And he's definitely not alone. The bullet was aimed at Brandon's shoulder and it was aimed at not to kill him.

"Attacker ran off through the breached security system.", The guard told Brandon who stood fuming with anger.

"I know! I ran behind him!", Brandon said through a gritted anger.

What if dad's in this attack? Did he really want Brandon dead? But why? And if he does than why go to the entire trouble of getting me here, lying and forcing me to marry him.

"The bullet was aimed at your shoulder.", I told Brandon staring onto nothing and realised that everyone was looking at me.

"I mean... I...", I realised that I've already told him that multiple times.

By mind was clouded with multiple thoughts.

"You should go home.", Brandon said realising that I might be traumatized by everything that happened at the most unfortunate night of my life.

"We'll take her.", Fel announced looking over at Connor who stood straight. "It'll be safe for her to travel with us.", She added trying to strengthen her point.

"Sure.", Brandon shrugged his shoulders knowing that after everything maybe I needed some moral support.

Soon I sat in the car with Connor on the driver's seat and Fel on the passenger's seat.

I looked out the window and saw Brandon standing in front of the door looking over at me.

It felt like the time whenever Fel amd Connor would come and I had to go with them leaving Brandon's house and he would stand outside the door waving me off a goodbye.

But things were completely different now. They were more twisted, darker and turned.

Things were not only hurtful for the two of us. But also dangerous and I dreaded danger.

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Third Person P.OV:

He pulled her more closely and forced himself inside her as she moaned with intimate pleasure and pain both. His hands didn't only hold her but dug into her skin, piercing his nails into her white skin, dripping blood out of it.

She was another one of the girls that Eric had randomly picked up at the club he went with his friends to celebrate Brandon's loss.

He held on to her waist tightly as he thrusted in and out of her with more force.

She held the sheet underneath her tightly as she supported her knees to stay put and not lose the potential to support her up.

He thursted more faster and deeper, squeezing her waist and slapping her butt cheeks, making her moan for more. He pulled her hair, making her scream with pain and he felt good to listen to her pain.

His mind was sick and relentless. He relinquished his energy as he played with people's mind. He was dark and damaged and he sucked people's soul to keep himself going.

She was exhausted and in pain but she was also scared of the random man who had her called near him, by some of his other men, while she was just enjoying a night out with her friends.

He thrusted with more force once he let go off her.

She felt drained as she fell down on her body.

But Eric didn't stop. He lifted her up and turned her around.

"I... I'm tired. Please.", She said through a low sound, crying in pain. not even having the energy to speak.

"Shut up! I didn't ask you!", He smirked as he lifted her legs up and forced her knees up to her chest. He forced his weight onto him pressing her knees hard against her chest and he thrusted himself again inside her pulling in and out and forcing more exertion on the poor soul that was left lifeless as he drained her out.

As he was done with her he finally let go off to the poor soul who's name he didn't even know off. She was rather rendered unconscious on the bed.

He picked himself up from the bed and went ahead to make himself a drink. His royal bedroom was decorated with golden and brown, exhibiting power over his soul. He was rather blinded with the power he had and he always got what he wanted. Any car, business, deal, area in their business of mafia, any expansion to his business. He always had it.

Except for this one woman, that drove him crazy to have her. She rejected him and it ticked his brain to not to have her.

He didn't long for her love or to win her heart, he didn't long to have her hold inside his arms. But his brain shank longed for her body. To have her in his bed and to f**k her good like he always wanted to.

He called in his house keeping service to pick the girl he just had s*x with more that he forced her, to pick her up like she was some sort of trash for him.

He wrapped his night gown around his waist and picked his phone to see any intel from his victory tonight.

Meanwhile the housekeepers entered inside the room. They were two old ladies and a young one, who was perhaps new and she felt scared at the sight of the unconscious girl, sensing what her boss might have done.

The two old ladies gestured the younger one to stay quiet and simply picked the girl up with her hands around their shoulders and walked out.

Eric noticed the distress on the young housekeeper's face and it brought him satisfaction to see people scared of him.

His phone ringed and he answered.

His jaw clenched with anger at the news.

"Send him in.", He said through gritted teeth.

He drank down the glass of drink he poured himself.

Soon the person in the leather jacket appeared in front of him.

He was scared to death but he also had nowhere to go. He hoped that Eric would regard his loyalty and help him escape the triggers pointed at him at the moment.

Eric made himself two glasses of drink.

"Welcome Roonie... Welcome my loyal little puppy.", Eric announced as he offered a drink to the hitman in leather jacket that had attacked the Mayor hours ago.

Roonie was scared but he also knew how to handle Eric. He took the drink.

"Have a seat.", Eric offered to Roonie and made a sit on one of the couches himself.

Roonie followed him and sat right in front of him.

Eric took a gulp of his drink gesturing Roonie to follow him. He followed him along.

"Now tell me what happened?", Eric asked Roonie to give am explanation of how The Mayor escaped his attack.

"I had good shot at his arm. And I pulled the trigger on time but...", Roonie paused knowing what he said next was going to infuriate Eric.

"But?", Eric asked as he opened his bedside drawer and pulled his handy tool out.

"But his fiancé... She somehow saw me and she pushed him off.", Roonie told him through a restricted air passing down his pipe.

Roonie tried moving his hand but felt numb. He tried moving his legs but they also couldn't move. His other trembling hand dropped down the glass and went down in his lap as he failed to move his body. His muscles around his face tightened as his left cheek stretched while the right one shrunk pulling back his face tightly making him unable to speak.

Eric finally turned around and held a pair of pliers in his hand.

Roonie tried moving his body but he was only able to crawl down from the couch's seat to the floor where he couldn't even wobble his upper body anymore.

"Don't struggle much.", Eric said as he kneeled down to meet Roonie's face.

"It's called semi peripheral paralysis. You can't move your body because your peripheral nervous system is paralyzed. But you see Roonie... Your brain", Eric put the pliers at Roonie's forehead, "it's still working and it'll feel a lot of pain."

Eric grabbed Roonie's right hand, "This is your aiming hand right?", He said sickly as Ronnie couldn't speak anything he only mumbled pleads.

"The best part about this medicine is, you can't even speak.", Eric laughed nastily at Roonie's condition.

He grabbed Roonie's fingers one by one and plucked them down with the pliers.

"And never... Ever call her, his fiancé.", Eric stated after tearing off Roonie's fingers off his hands

He picked himself up and called his men to get done with Roonie's body.

He went into the bathroom and cleaned his hands off that had smears of Roonie's blood in them.

His brain ringed with Roonie's words again.

"His fiancé"

Suddenly the image of her laughing and smiling, he beautiful face and Eric's lustful gaze down her body snapped in front of Eric's mind.

His anger boiled as he couldn't have her and she was called someone else's fiancé.

He panted hard supporting himself against the sink.

He felt himself getting hard again at the thought of having her on his bed. He'd imagined himself multiple times with her and how he would give her a good time in bed.

He went to his study where he sat on his seat and drank down his nth number of glass for the night.

He got up and walked towards her picture that hung down at the wall.

He bought the portrait at the auction two years back where he was struck by her beauty.

The picture showed a mere shadow of her beautiful smiling face, but rather focused on her body that sparkled against the sun light as she stood in the yellow and green mustard field.

It reminded him of the day he saw her and lusted for her body.

"You think I can't have you? Huh?", He talked as he spoke to himself looking over at the picture.

"His fiancé?", He scoffed as he squeezed the glass in his hands tightly.

His anger issues were getting out of hands for anyone to handle and that was the most scariest part about him.

"He's going to die. He will be dead and then you'll be mine. I'll make you mine. Don't you worry about that.", He drank down his whiskey and looked at the picture longing for the body he wanted to be his only.