VARELA

CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 7

MICHAEL’S POV

It’s been days since I last heard from Varela. I can’t help but worry if she’s okay, the bang in the background before she hanged up replays in my mind every day.

What am I even doing? I’ve killed, tortured, stole, but here I am worrying for a girl I’ve only met once.

“Mr. Anderson.” My butler came in with a phone in hand, my nerves hit the sky as I thought maybe Varela was on the phone, seeing that’s what happened last time.

“Come in.” I replied with a bored tone as I tried to hide my excitement from hearing Varela’s soft angelic voice once again.

My butler came in further and handed me the phone, he then bowed he’s head slightly before leaving the room.

“Hello?” I asked with a gentle tone.

“Mr. Anderson.” My smile soon morphed into hatred as I knew it was Henry over the phone and not Varela.

“What do you want?” I snapped bitterly as I wanted to smash the phone into tiny pieces.

Can you blame me? I’ve been waiting for days to hear that angelic voice, but instead I get a sinister one.

Henry started to laugh in amusement at my irritation, which only made me groan in impatience for this old man.

“I just wanted to let you know the deal between us is over.” My face dropped into disbelief.

What does he mean by the deal is over? To be honest I don’t care for protection, I can get that anywhere. But I care for Varela, even though I hardly know her, I want her.

“So, the hopes for marrying my weapon is not needed anymore.” I knew this bastard was smiling form ear to ear through his phone, it only made me scrunch my hands into fists as I tried not to break the phone in my hand.

“Marrying Varela could help your Mafia, Henry. Even if it is not me marrying her someone else will.” I said the last part with gritted teeth as I imagined that beautiful woman marrying someone else.

“Oh, there’s no need. See, I’ll be marrying Varela next year.” I dropped my phone in disbelief that this bastard would marry he’s own daughter.

He may not be the biological father, but he adopted her and raised her! What sick man would force he’s own child into marriage with himself.

He’s about 53 years-old while she turns 18 in 2 weeks.

I went to go pick up the phone but realised it was broken. I groaned in hatred as I pushed everything off my desk onto the floor, as I threw the desk flying into the wall.

How dare he! That old sick bastard dares to betroth my woman!

I knew she wasn’t my woman, not yet at least. But soon she will be, after I kill that sick bastard.

“Go get Nicolas on the phone for me and get the maids to clean this s**t up.” I snapped as I walked out of my office and towards my bedroom.

“Yes sir.” My butler bowed before running off.

I slammed my door shut as the thought of Varela marrying that prick.

I sat on my bed as I pulled the back of my hair in frustration, I need to contact Varela.

I pulled out my side dressing table, near my bed. I opened it to find my spare phone. I grabbed it as I dialed the number that rang me several days ago. Varela’s number.

To be honest I have no idea why I’m doing this, I hardly know her. She’s basically a stranger. But even though I only met her once I want her to be mine, willingly unlike that sick bastard Henry.

I need her, even if it means starting a war.

VARELA’S POV

I’ve been locked in my room for days, ever since father left my room I’ve been trapped. He has guards with guns on the lawn below my window. He also locked my door, but I can hear the feet stomps of guards out there, obviously armed too. If not, then when I escape they’ll die easily. To beat a weapon, you must kill it with another weapon.

My thoughts soon halted as the sound of my phone ringing came to me.

That’s right, I had my phone! But who on Earth would I call? I had no friends, no family besides that sinister prick I call a father. I had no one.

I went to my bed as I grabbed my phone from under my pillow, I answered it without even looking at the caller id.

“Hello?” I asked as I sat on the edge of my bed, bored at of my mind as all wanted to do was escape and run away.

“Varela?” My muscles relaxed at the sound of he’s voice as a smile crept on my lips.

“Michael?” I responded as I couldn’t help but feel happy.

“You have no idea how good it feels to hear your voice.” He replied lowly as I could hear he’s breathing over the phone. He sounded sexy over the phone, I couldn’t help but feel addicted to he’s voice.

“I’m coming for you Varela.” Was all he said before the phone call died.

‘Coming for me?’

Did he say he’s coming for me, as in helping me out of this place.

I couldn’t help the urge to jump on my bed as I started to smile and laugh in happiness. Michael was going to help free me!