wrong proposal

chapter 4

Chapter four

Exactly one Month

One Month since my father sold me to Diego to save his legacy

One month since I watched Diego mercilessly kill my father and take me Hostage, making me hate him everyday.

One month of being his whore.. being his prisoner.

The grief of losing my father everyday haunts me, despite all the insults he always throws at me.

The replay of the gunshot never left my head, and I watched him drown in his own blood till he died.

Gosh I'm a mess.

A whole month of living in his chains, but I barely see him. Always on the go, attending meetings and probably looting money.

Yeah probably killing innocent people like he did to my father.

But each day was always the same.

Breakfast alone on the dining

Forcing myself to read books and eventually sleeping off.

Missing launch multiple times because I'm busy crying my eyes out.

And lastly, forcing myself to eat dinner so I won't pass out from hunger.

He is barely at home, barely anywhere to be seen, and I always wonder to myself why he took me in the first place, if he would just lock me in all day.

But today

I Had to do it

I had to step out today.

It's been a month since I saw the sun, and it was becoming suffocating inside, and so I did it.

Passed through several maids who barely even noticed me, walking my way through the guards .

And now, it was just me and the door.

I could smell the freshly cut grass already, the warmth of the sun, the pleasant soothing sound of the breeze.

I make my way to the door, desperately wanting to see the sun.

When a hand pulls me back, firm and swift.

I almost fall but he jerks me up, his hands tight on my wrist and I turn to see him..

It's Diego, holding my arms.

The first time I saw him since he took me.

His face has the same expression, calm and unreadable.

“Where do you think you're going”

He ask, his voice carrying so much aura it sends chill down my spine

“I've been indoors since I came here, I just want to see the sun”

He raised his brows slightly, his hands still on my wrist “see the sun?”

“Yes,is that a crime?” I ask, with clear hatred and pain for the pain he has caused me.

“You are not allowed to leave this house, under any circumstances” he talks with so much authority, it makes my ear tingle each time.

“you didn't tell me I was your prisoner”

“I don't trust you, so yes your my prisoner” his hands still tight on my wrist”

“Let me go, you're hurting my wrist” I cry out, and he calmly releases my wrist. His eyes are still on me… I wiggle my wrist trying to feel it again

“I will never forgive you for killing my father” I've waited for so long to say that to him.

And he just looks at me.

His expression still calm, I'm getting sick of it

“I don't care, your father deserves it. And dress up, we have somewhere to be”.

He says so boldly, like he's clearly not asking for my opinion.

I freeze for a second

“where are we going to”

“You'll see” he throws a dress at my face, a slight smile on his face.

I picked the dress, lifting it to see this beautiful black leather gown, so tight it would definitely show all my curves.

“I want you to wear that”

“But why.. I don't like black”

“I don't care if you dislike black, just wear it” he says, a crack in his tone that signifies authority.

he signals his maid and they take me in to ensure I put the dress on so we can leave.

I put on the gown, got into the car and we drove away. A whole hour drive time and we don't say a word to each other. Until we arrive at this tall glass building.

He steps out and I follow suit. He turns, he's eyes on me and my leather gown which he forced me to wear.

I can feel his eyes all over my body, like he enjoyed how the dress exposed my shape, clinging to all the right curves.

“What?” I asked, he caught himself. Realising he's been staring for to long

“nothing, just… just stay close to me and don't say a word. And act Like my mistress that you are”

The words sends a grumble down my stomach

But I nod and we walk into the building,

Tailored suit men, crisp dresses and the smell of expensive wine envelopes the room..

We kept on walking like he's looking for someone and then, we finally stopped.

He wraps his hands around me tightly as he nods to a guy in a suit..

The man he nods To smiles and walks towards us, and the closer he comes the tighter he held me, he then bends over and whispers into My ear

“No matter what, don't say a word”

Weird.

But I just nod..

“Good to see you Javier” Diego greets the young man, professionally I wonder If they know each other

“Diego Pascal, walk with me”

“I don't have much time Javier, let's conclude here and I will be on my way”

They stare at each other, I could feel the intensity between them. I could tell they were rivals, but one of them was definitely the boss, I just couldn't tell If it was Javier or Diego

“Fine” Javier answered “ let's talk here So you can leave”

The whole time I stood there, my hands around Diego and they barely noticed I was there

“I have killed Walter Caprio, and now I have all his empire under my control” My blood froze when I heard My father's name.

Are they here to discuss who will run his empire?, after promising my father to keep upholding it in his name.

I wanted to gasp, but I held my self And kept Listening

“You've done well Diego, I commend You… but now what Is next for us”.

Diego smiles

“Our agreement Javier… I will hand everything back to you, and you release my wife back to me”

My eyes widened

“WIFE?”

SHIT, he is married

I was shocked

But everything began to make sense.

Diego was never the true boss. He was Javier's puppet and he probably killed my dad and took everything because Javier held his wife captive.

My head spinned

Diego lied to my father, he never wanted to uphold his legacy.. All he wanted was his wife. Gosh I hate him even more.

I held myself not to topple over.

I held myself not scream as I continued to listen

“Easy Diego,” Javier answered. “Your wife is in good hands.. but now you have one more task”

“That was not the agreement” Diego voice raises with annoyance

“I killed Walter, took his empire so now, Give me my wife. ALIVE”

The rage in his eyes was extreme, I could feel the heat on his skin, how his hands slightly vibrated.

But Javier's expression was unreadable.

“Calm down Diego, we both know creating a scene here won't do you any good” a small smile crept on Javier face

A creepy smile, and Diego chilled down a bit

“what do you want now”

Javier smiled

He's head tilted to the left slightly, he's eyes landing on me for the first time

“I want her”

I instantly step back a bit.

WHAT?, f**k!

was Diego going to give me to this mafia lord because of his wife.

I turned to Diego, trying to read his expression.

Trying to beg him with my eyes not to do it.

Diego's expression is unreadable, he turns to me and then turns back to Javier.. and I began to wonder why it took him so long to decide.

I'm Alexa Caprio, daughter of his greatest enemy.

He doesn't give a s**t about me.

And it sound like he really loved his wife

And if he went through all this stress to get her back, I thought handing me to Javier wouldn't be a big deal..

But no ... .his eyes were pure reflection of something familiar.

Javier stretched his hands to take me, assuming it's the logical choice for him to hand me to him.

“Don't you dare touch her”.

Diego's response sent chills down my spine.

What!, was he keeping me to the detriment of his wife's life.

I couldn't understand..

And so could Javier, as he stood looking at Diego in utter surprise.

“You surprise me Diego”

I stand there desperately waiting for Diego to respond, because it also doesn't make sense to me.

Oh s**t, talk Diego..

But he doesn't..

He looks up to Javier, his hands tight on my wrist, and turns leaving without saying a word.

But I'm aroused

Broken, that he lied to my father, killed him and plan to just sell it to Javier

Surprised, that he has a wife

Shocked by everything that just happened.

But what baffles me the most.

Is Diego not simply handing me over to Javier to save his wife?

Something isn't right…