Caged By Him

Chapter 2: The start of an obsession

Tristan's POV:  

I was taught to kill. To show no mercy. "Being a powerful mafia leader is all about being ruthless. Trust no one, Tristan." My father repeated this line more than I can remember. He made me the man that I am.

I was taught to treat women like w****s. I've never been on a date nor had any kind of emotional intimacy. It was always s****l. For my pleasure and my pleasure only. I didn't want to give pleasure. I'm a selfish man. I don't wanna satisfy a woman. Why would I? All they want is money. I was taught to torture. That's what gave me satisfaction. Seeing the fear in my victims' eyes, looking at them plead for their life. Being in control of their fate. They know who they belong to, they know who the boss is. They know not to cross me.

Being heartless in this lifestyle earns you respect, dominance, power. And what could a man want for more?

Having money, equals having women. Batting their eyelashes at you, willing to do anything for your attention, for your time, for your presence.

All women are w****s. There was no doubt in that. This is what I always believed. What I was programmed to believe.

Of course, that was before I spotted her.

Aurora Shaw.

I first saw her two years ago. A sunny spring day, she was standing in what I assumed was her house's garden, watering the flowers. I was driving by the area to pay one of my acquaintances a visit.

As soon as I layed my eyes on her, she took my breath away. Her porcelain creamy smooth skin glistening under the sunlight.

She was wearing a white sundress that complimented her skin tone and hugged her figure perfectly. Her beauty prompted me to tell my driver to stop the car. So I can admire her even more.

Even from afar, I could notice every single feature. Her round innocent face, her striking blue eyes, her lips were red as she was biting on them. So focused on what she was doing. Surrounded by flowers but she was the flower that bloomed most.

She had the kind of face that you can't stop staring at. Her figure was exactly the kind that I set my eyes on. The dress was tight around her breasts and flowing down to her mid-thighs. I was in awe.

What caught my attention most was her hair. Her brown silky hair that reached the bottom of her back. I defy anyone to look at her at that moment and not fall in love.

Such beauty.

Of course, a selfish man like me wanted her for myself. She was physically attractive. She had a one of a kind beauty. She still does. Exquisitely timeless.

I wanted to have her. Maybe have my way with her then let her go. But something about her was very intriguing. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but I wanted to know more. I needed to know more.

That day went by with her face running around my mind. I got home and asked my most trusted man Elijah to do a background check on her.

I found out she was 17 and that she was living with her foster family. Mom died when she was 9. Dad still alive but doesn't live with him.

Maybe she doesn't know he's her dad.

By then, it was already decided. I was gonna have her all to myself. But not right away. I reminded myself that patience is key. She was still young. I'll wait till she's ready. I wasn't worried about loosing her as one of my men was always watching her. For her protection.

One year later, I found out she moved to live in an apartment in New York. Apparently, her mother left it for her. She started working as a waitress in a restaurant. That's when I started watching her up close.

I started analysing everything she did during the day: On the weekends, she'd volunteer in an orphanage. That's what confused me. Why would she do that? What would she gain out of it? She definitely isn't gaining money. So why do it?

Hmm.

I noticed every single thing she did. The way she made lunch for the homeless man who sits on her building's step on Sundays. The way she would help old ladies with their groceries. She's truly an angel on earth. And that's what made my obsession grow even more. I was starting to be attracted to her soul, her gentle spirit.

And that's when it struck me. This was no ordinary girl. Meaning she wasn't going to fall for a monster like me. Yes, I had everything but that doesn't mean she'll care about that. A girl that kind and that perfect only sees people's hearts. And I have no heart. But I wanted her to want me. I wanted her to be mine, and the only way to do that was gonna be by force.

I knew it was wrong but I'm selfish. All throughout my life, I never had one of my wishes or requests declined. I always got what I wanted. So when I figured that she wasn't gonna like me, I wasn't too fond of that thought. I had to have her. She'd be mine to protect, mine to hold.

All throughout two years, never have I seen her go on a date. I always wondered why. Surely she'd have no trouble scoring them. Hell, she can have men knocking each other's teeth out for her attention. Her innocence and pureness drew me in. I want to be the one who makes her blush.

I love the fact that she's still pure and intact. Because then I get to be her first. I'd lock the door to our house, carry her to our bedroom and pleasure her all night. Make her moan my name as she quivers and shudders beneath me. And that's the first time I thought about pleasuring a woman.

God, just the thought of her breathing heavily, biting her lip as she held on to me for security while I slam into her over and over again, reaching the right spot with each thrust, gives me a hard on. Watching her clamp her creamy thighs shut because the pleasure was too much. Oh how I desired for her to scream my name.

I'll protect her from all harm. It didn't go unnoticed for me that she had a tough life. She was living alone and providing for herself. She wasn't w*****g around, she wasn't selling her body for money. She had pride and I admired that.

When I have her in my posession, she won't work at all. She can have everything she wants. She can have all of me. I'll buy her whatever her heart desires and she doesn't have to do anything. Everyone will be at her service as she would be my queen. Mrs Tristan Black, she's to be respected and protected. All she has to do is just be by my side and I'll give her the world.

I snap out of my thoughts when I hear Elijah calling me. Elijah is my most trusted man. We're like brothers. We grew up together and now he works for me.

"Boss." He calls.

"What is it, Elijah?"

"Isaac is here."

"What the f**k is he doing here?"

"He came with your mom."

"f**k, I could really do without this today."

"A little harsh to say about your little brother. Don't you think?" He questions.

"I have my own stuff to think about." I reply not looking up from my laptop.

"Well, he just wants to go for lunch."

"Tell him I have business to attend. And tell one of the maids to settle mom in her room." I order.

"He insists, Boss. Said he made reservations somewhere."

"Last time I checked you were working for me Elijah. That means you do things my way or you get a bullet between your eyes."

"You wouldn't kill me, Tristan." He chuckles.

"f**k off out of here and let me get back to my business." I glare at him.

"You're the boss. But in case you change your mind, the reservation is at Le Clair De Lune." He teases.

At the mention of that name, he definitely catches my attention. He knows that's where she works. "Why didn't you say that from the start, cunt?" I say as I stand up from the leather chair and grab my suit jacket.

"You're whipped boss." He chuckles.

"Shut the f**k up, Elijah." I spit back, sending him a death glare as we stroll out my office.

Making my way downstairs, I find Isaac and my mom sitting in the living room. "Mom, how've you been?"

"Hi, dear. I'm doing great. I'm about to go make some lunch. Are you staying?"

"Mom, you know the maids can handle that. Go rest in your room." I raise a brow.

"Or maybe, you can get married and your wife and I can make lunch together. Just a thought"

Damn woman, always trying to marry me off.

"Soon, mother, very soon."

"I'm having lunch with Isaac and Elijah. I won't be long."

"Oh, okay. Have fun." she hugs me.

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We make it to Le Clair De Lune. The place where my angel works.

"Where the f**k is the waitress?" Isaac taps on the table.

He doesn't know about Aurora. In fact no one does. Just some of my men and Elijah of course.

Suddenly, she lights up the room as she walks towards our table while adjusting her uniform. She can't see that every single man in that restaurant, even the ones with a female, is gawking at her in that skimpy little uniform. Her breasts and legs on display.

I'm about to shoot everyone in this place.

How can she be so naive? So innocent. f**k, I wanna have her right here right now. But all good things come to those who wait.

"Hey there, gorgeous" I snap my head to Isaac who is licking his lower lip while he eyes her up and down.

I think the f**k not.

I swear if he wasn't my younger brother, I would've killed his ass. f**k, this girl needs to be hidden from all these dogs that are lusting over her. I can't stand the idea of everyone wanting her. She's mine and only mine.

"Shut the f**k up, Isaac." Elijah warns

He knows what's going on. He knows I'll loose my temper in no time.

"What? She's pretty." Isaac whispers.

Stating the obvious, brother.

I send him a glare so he knows his place. He immediately stops smirking and now has a neutral look on his face.

"Um, can I take your order?" She asks and God, God I want to wake up to that voice every day till I die. I wanna hear her whisper my name, scream my name, moan my name. Her voice is as angelic as she is. Music to my ears.

I flicker my eyes over to her and she looks at me. That's the first time she looked at me. Goddamn, she was a sight to behold. Her eyes are so blue, so pure. 

After gazing at each other for what seems like forever, she lowers her eyes. A blush creeping into her cheeks. She's f*****g perfect.

"We'll have the steak and the finest wine bottle you have." Elijah commands.

She nods. "Would that be all?" She asks raising her brows waiting for an answer. Elijah nods at her and she smiles before walking away.

I watch her hips sway as she disappears from my sight. I can't get enough of her.

A few minutes later.

"I'm going to the bathroom." I inform Isaac and Elijah as I stand up from my chair.

As I make my way to the bathroom, I notice females glancing at me flirtatiously. I can't help but compare them to Aurora. And as expected, they all came up short.

Washing my hands and drying them, I walk out of the bathroom to go back to my table. But then my eyes caught her. In the corner of the hall, she was frowning. She also wasn't alone. Some bald middle aged guy is with her. I watch as his hands glide from her hips to her thigh. She cringes. SHE'S BEING FORCED? 

I stood there watching her frown as he put his filthy hands on her. My jaw clenches as I grit my teeth in anger. He's definitely blackmailing her considering he's her boss.

I am thinking about killing him right here right now but I held myself back. I don't want her to witness me torture him. She's far too innocent for me to let that happen.

I contained my anger because I knew, I knew I was going to kill him tonight. He was going to regret touching what's mine

Suddently, I felt the door open and suddently something collided with my chest. I look down and it's her. She couldn't keep balance so I immediately held on to her waist to secure her. This is my first time touching her and I'm already obsessed.

She flutters her blue eyes at me. She looks like a lost puppy. So f*****g innocent.

"I-I'm s-sorry." She whispers. Her voice was so soft. She place a strand of hair behind her ears then wipes her tears.

I can feel my anger grow and grow. She obviously hated being touched by that cunt. She needn't worry though. Tonight, I'm going to make things right. Tonight, she shall begin her new life with me, being treated like a queen.

"Are you okay?" I just had to ask. I know she isn't but I just had to hear her assure me. Otherwise, I'm gonna burn this place to the ground.

"Uhh, yes. I-I'm fine. I'm sorry." She apologizes again. Why is she so pure? She looks up at me and immediately looks away. Hm, I love how goddamn shy she is. It boosts my dominance.

"No need to apologize, angel." She look at me confused. I know I'm forward but I can't help it. Her cheeks look flushed.

She's blushing.

Tears are still streaming down her face. I tuck my hand into my suit jacket grab my handkerchief and hand it over to her. She doesn't deserve to cry.

She simply stared, confused. It was as if she never had a person do a nice gesture for her. She reaches over and takes it from my hand, holding it to her chest.

"T-thank you." She sniffles.

I step closer to her and I notice her getting nervous.

"I'll be seeing you very soon." I state. 

With that, I can see she feels awkward and I watch her legs jolt out the door.

A smirk playing on my face, she has no idea that I know her. That I notice every single little thing she does.

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"Where are we going now?" Isaac asks. We're currently in the car after having lunch.

"I'm going to attend some business and you go do whatever you want." 

"Strip club?" He turns to Elijah.

"I'm down." Elijah shrugs his shoulder.

"No. Elijah, you have to come down to the warehouse with me. I can't afford any screw ups." I command.

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10PM

"Are we all good on the plan?" I ask my men. 

I'm giving the instructions about tonight. Everything needs to be perfect. I've waited way too long for this. For her. I can't mess up.

"Yes, boss." They respond in unison.

"And I swear, if you harm her in any way. I will not hesitate to cut off your limbs." I warn. I mean it. I will not tolerate anyone hurting her. She's mine.

"Elijah, come here." I order.

"Yes, boss?" He asks walking over to me.

"You're going to be in the car, monitoring them. I trust you'll make sure everything runs smoothly, yes?" He nods in response.

"Good, you may go now." I allow.

When it comes to my angel, I trust Elijah. He's going to make sure she gets here safely. As for me, I need to sort her boss, or soon to be former boss out. He's going to suffer for harassing her. I'll make sure to put him in the most excrutiating pain he's ever felt.

1AM

I got confirmation from Elijah that she's finally settled in my house. He assured me that she's not harmed and that she's peacefully sleeping. He's done good, prevented me from sliting a whole lot of throats.

Aurora's finally mine. As for her boss, he's in the trunk of the car as I'm heading home.

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I walk in and not a sound was heard. The maids were gone to the maid house. Isaac and my mom left. It was just me and her.

I impatiently make my way to my room where two of my men stood guard. 

"Dismissed." I command.

"Goodnight, boss." They reply, bowing their heads as they walk away.

I open the door and my eyes immediately land on her. Her hair strewn on the pillow in such an elegant manner. Her cheeks were flushed and damp. She's been crying.

I lightly brush away the hair away from her face. Revealing her soft skin. I caress her cheek with my thumb and then pull away.

Fuck.

I walk to the door, making sure not to wake her. I lock the door and stride out, making my way to the guest room. I'll sleep in there till tomorrow.