CHAPTER 4
1282 Words
Kieran
The moment she stepped into the hall.I f*****g lost control, I had met my fair share of women; tall, short, curvy, flat, black and white but she was different.
5”7 foot with a few inches added by her heels, her red hair slowed under the spotlight, her blue ocean eyes scanned the room, I could see fear in them.
Why won't she? She had walked into the den, where wolves were dressed in the finest suit walking around with a cocky smile and more then ready to rip out your heart if you gave the chance.
The black dress hung to her curves, it was off shoulder and shown a little of leverage, yet it was more than enough to drive them crazy and I wasn't an exception.
The glass I held cracked under my greusome hold, my gaze darkened with rage at the sight of the i***t she walked in with.
Liam Collin, a parasite which leeched himself to people, claiming their hard work as his. He was nothing but a leech, and he didn't deserve her not now or ever.
She wore a smile so fake a blind man could see.
The rest of the night I had spent watching her, her voice, sweet and beautiful, her fake laughter pretty. I watched her as she finally left the morons and vanished into the crowd.
I held myself back from going after her
She wasn't mine to claim!. I told myself, five minutes later I was dashing towards the restroom. She might have gotten into a trouble. I didn't trust the people here not to grope her especially when she was beautiful and looked even more fragile
The knot that gagged me loosen when I saw her and every thought of forgetting I had seen her or met someone like her vanished when I tasted her lips.
I couldn't hold myself and f**k! She tasted like heaven dripped in rainbow!.
In my twenty eight years of life I had never been slapped, I only got punch and the attacker never lived to tell the story but she… she did. And somehow it made me yearn to have her more.
“What!!.” She yelled when I stated my demands. While her supposed boyfriend eyes widdened in greed.
Unlike her, he knew who I was and he much I was worth, my watch could buy his little company.
“You want me to bet my girlfriend?.”
“Did I stutter?.”
He glanced at me then her, the offer was tempting, too tempting to overlook.
“You are really betting everything you have?.”
That wasn't even worth a quarter of what I owned.
“Liam! Let’s go!.”
“Wait.” He held her and my blood boiled.
She was mine, in a matter of a few minutes I would make it official.
“Baby, I can win this.” Shock etched into her features. “If I win this when we are trillionaire. Do you know who he is??. He is the Kieran Valentino; Italian mafia lord, he owes all of Italian, new York and so many countries. This man doesn't just have power, he is power!.”
“What…what are you saying?! Are you even listening to yourself. You want to bet with me!.”
“I will win.”
“It's not about winning!!!.” she half yelled. “You can't gamble with my life!.”
I watched as he gripped her angrily. “Don't you trust me. I have won every game and this won't be different.”
She opened her lips to talk but shut it.
“Baby, trust me!! You do know I love you, and that would push me to do well. This would make us rich!! Our Grandkids would be made.”
He wasn't lying.
“But..”
“Trust me.” He growled and I shoved the urge to slam my fist against his face down.
He turned his gaze to me “I'm ready.” He sat. My gaze shifted to her, she was shaking in fear.
Don't worry, sweetheart, daddy will hold you soon.
“If I win, I will get your house, private jet and company.” He stated.
“And when I win, she will officially belong to me.”
He nodded.
With that the game began, I stared at my card knowing the how this game would turn out.
Seconds ticked into minutes, the proud smug on his face never left.
“Game.” He dropped his card. A diamond, a heart and spades.
There was nothing that could best that.
Expect for the cards I held
I raised mine and flung it to the table, the silence that followed was satisfying, horror splashed through his face.
My cards laid on the table. Three kings.
“I won.”
“N..no. this can't be possible.” I stood to my feet ignoring his words. My gaze hoovered to her who stood frozen, blood drained from her face.
I rounded the table, ready to hold what’s mine where Liam jerked up and shielded her.
“Don't you dare touch my girlfriend!.”
I almost laughed
Almost.
“I won, that's means she is mine.”
“She isn't a toy that you could win.”
“You didn't think of that when you agreed.” I said calmly.
But it was always the calm before the storm. I wasn't above killing someone in public eyes. Rather it was better and more fun.
“Get out before I result to other means.”
“Never!! I will never let you take her. She is my girlfriend.”
“Was.” I corrected. “Now she belonged to me, Kieran Valentino.” I stood a step closer. “You really don't want to mess with a Mafia.”
His eyes widdened and lips fell open.
Like meant be new to the business world but it doesn't mean he hadn't heard a thing or two about I.
I was the devil he shouldn't think of, talk less crossing. Italian mafia Lord, the king of hell himself.
“i….i..” He stammered. Fear embedded in his eyes.
Good!!
Shakily he stepped out of the way giving me a direct view of my little toy, her cheeks was stained in tears, eyes reddened while she bit down in her lips, glaring at Liam.
It was confirmed, she hated him more she did to me.
“Let's go!.”
“Don't you dare touch me.” She spat
Feisty
But I got a cold bed and a erected c**k but needed her.
“I am not some toy that you can win in a gamble. I am a human. I won't stand for it.”
“Sweetheart, you can follow me quietly or I will use other method.”
“The only way you would take is over my deae body.” She sneered then turned to Liam, hurt and disappointment flashed through those eyes and for a minute I was willing to kill Liam to ease off her pains.
I stood a step closer and she backed up.
“Don't touch me!.” I snaked my hand over her dainty wrist, with one swift move she was on my shoulder, kicking and screaming.
“Let me go!!! Let me go!!.” She screamed. Her mouth pressed against my neck biting down on it.
“Easy, my feisty slut.” I smacked her ass so hard my hand stung in pains and the sound echoed.
I slid my gaze to her boyfriend who raged in anger.
My hands rubbed against her soft ass. “Let's go home, little slut.”
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