Walking in the rain

Chapter 19

Bella POV:

“Quit f*****g moving, you little whore."

I ignored the Devils derogatory comments as I shifted uncomfortably in the clothes that he made me wear. I held my arms around my bare shoulders as I trembled, even through it was summer, I was cold as f*****g hell.

“I can't help it, you didn't give me a f*****g shirt to wear."

He looked up from his phone, his eyes trailing over me.

He shrugged as he sat back in the leather seat of the plane.

“I did give you a shirt, suka."

I scowled as I held up the tiny crop top that clung to my skin, this is not a shirt.

Maybe it's a shirt for a doll, but not me.

A f*****g titless shitfaced Barbie.

The plane had taken off a few hours ago, and I had been sitting in uncomfortable silence with the devil, he looked like he was sending emails on his phone, but every few seconds he would glance up from his work, and glare at me.

Sassy pants.

“Why, do we even have to travel?" I asked. It was silent, the only noise was the calm sound of the engine of the plane.

He finally glanced up at me, and surprisingly turned his phone off and gave me his full attention.

“Because, suka, my advisors think that it would be for the best, if we got to know one another."

He shook his head, "I personally think that's bullshit, I don't want to get to know you. I run my Mafia, and I shouldn't have to listen to my advisors, because when it comes down to the real decision, I, and I alone make that decision."

I shivered again, and glared at this b***h. Look at him, all f*****g good looking, and toasty warm in his goddamn suit jacket.

I hate people.

He looks like a penguin. Hah.

A f*****g sexy penguin....

What the s**t was going through my mind?

He sighed, and ran a ringed hand through his dark hair, as he lifted his arm I caught the glint of two 9 millimeters stuffed in his jacket pocket.

It's probably in my best interest to not piss him off.

I brought my knees to my chest, the martial of the shorts bunched at the bottom of my thighs and goosebumps covered my skin.

I felt the Devil staring at me, his eyes burning holes into my flesh.

I bit down on my lips and closed my eyes, resting my head on the soft leather, I gave into the subliminal fatigue that had been eating at me since I had been taken.

Sinister POV:

Fucking cunt.

I don't know what the f**k she did to me.

I hated her. I wish I could just get rid of this b***h, but I had spent too much goddamn money on her to give up.

She was beautiful, sure. There are many beautiful women on this earth...so why her?

Why did I have to click BID, why did I have to be so f*****g curious?

An hour passed by, and still I couldn't f*****g bring myself to look away.

Her dark brows furrowed in her sleep, I watched as she shivered in her slumber.

I was so f*****g selfish, making her wear that tiny outfit for my own pleasure. But I wouldn't change my mind, I'd never let her know I felt guilty about it.

“Blyad'"I cursed under my breath. (f**k)

I hastily tore off my black suit jacket and tossed it over her body, she curled into the fabric, and suddenly I couldn't take it.

I walked into the small bathroom of the jet, cursing my f*****g head off.

In an attempt to calm my nerves I took out one of my 9 millimeters and loaded and unloaded it. I did this over and over again, trying to rip that beautiful little Russian girl from my mind, but was to no f*****g avail.

She was stained into my mind.

I spent the rest of the plane ride locked in the bathroom.

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Sinister POV:

Hours and hours later we landed in Monte Carlo, the tropical island greeted us with a cool night summer breeze.

Bella was still asleep, she had cocooned herself in my jacket and suddenly the idea, that this entire event was a waste of time, had filled my mind.

The door to the jet slid open and I hastily grabbed Bella, sliding her slim body into my arms, her light weight felt good.

I made my way down the stairs of the jet where a group of cars waited for us, two sleek black cars held my men, for protection, while a Rolls Royce awaited Bella and I.

I had chosen Monte Carlo for a very good reason, it was a calm place where I thought Bella and I could interact, as well as it was a place in which I had Mafia business matters to attend to.

It was a win win.

The car set off, barreling towards the Hôtel De Paris Monte-Carlo, the nicest and priciest resort on the island.

The lights and sights of the beautiful island flew by, and yet I could only bring myself to look at the stunning little girl who lay in my lap.

Her dark lashes hooded her lids, her wine colored lips parted slightly in slumber.

The car halted outside the hotel, and I slipped my hands once more around the little girl as I walked into the rather stunning lobby of the Hôtel De Paris Monte-Carlo.

Two of my men followed close behind, our entry had caught the attention of every staff and guest within the perimeter.

It was fairly self explanatory in why we drew attention, one of the most feared men in the world, holding an unconscious teenage girl, with armed bodyguards surrounding them both, it was quite the scene.

“Monsieur Velkov. Always a pleasure."

The blonde woman at the front desk greeted us, her voice was calm, but even her eyes glinted fear.

she spoke with a strong French accent, "you will be staying in the diamond presidential suite, it has five bedrooms, four bathrooms, a full kitchen, an ocean view deluxe balcony, and an indoor hot tub. Please enjoy your stay."

Her lines were well practiced, and you could tell that she was trained for situations like this, the day that would come when someone of my status would enter the building, but her hands still shook as she handed me the room key.

I said nothing to her, instead I adjusted my hold on Bella, and made my way up the elevator and into our suite.

Obviously I was sharing a room with Bella, for many obvious reasons such as; she was my property, we needed to get to know each other, and she was too much f*****g trouble to leave alone.

I carried her into the room closest to mine, and peeled back the lush white covers, I slid her into the bed, and just as I was about to turn, I felt her tiny hand encircle my wrist, holding me in place.

I sighed as I leaned down, and pressed my lips to her forehead, placing a single kiss on her porcelain skin.

“Goodnight, little flower."

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