THE DON’S DAMSEL

Four

"What happened in there? Why are you suddenly in a more bitter mood even though we cannot usually tell when you're off but I feel it." Asher asked while shifting around on the back seat beside me.

I flexed my wrists and turn my head to the window thinking about what happened just few moments ago with my father’s now ex mistress. Why had I reacted to her like that was beyond me but I wanted her to shudder in fear but she appeared to be neutral. Doesn't she know that I was a don and her life was now in my hands?

She appeared to be attracted to me for a little while there before she masked it like it was never there. I always knew people fall for that charm and aura they think I exude but in reality, they are interested by the danger before they knew what really lie beneath the surface. How many I've killed and ordered to get killed.

A girl like Evangeline won't be able to survive in my world and that is why I want to make her suffer through it. She won't be able to stomach seeing someone get shot in the head with a gun without a loud bang but a simple pop that would suck the life off someone with the use of silencer. I would like to see her quiver in fright at the sight.

Something keen to satisfaction spread itself in my chest. I am surely going to love making her life hell until she’s completely broken.

"I knew she was in trouble the minute I saw her knelt down before the grave. A huge mistake from her part." Richard murmured from the front seat where he was.

I ignored them both and they knew I was not going to answer them but it never stopped them from persisting. I hate when they do stuff like that but the mere thought of quietening them down makes me want to use the gun strapped at the back of my pants. I don't like using words to make people go quiet, the gun works all the time.

Asher just wouldn't shut up, he never does making me wonder how he'd survived this long in the syndicate. "But she is the most beautiful amongst all the others father had chosen. The youngest too.”

"True that. And she is f*****g hot!" Richard supplied and I'm really starting to wonder if this was the cousin I knew. Richard hates talking unnecessarily and hardly gets along with Asher most of the time.

My family is weird and it came from the roots, not our fault. But it is great to have your space whenever it is needed though there are a few I would like to send a bullet straight through their skulls.

"With a body of a goddess."

A thought probed my head at their comments. Not to mention that the witch looked like she'd been plucked from my most fevered fantasy of a woman. Hell, she was a waking wet dream. With that little body of hers with soft curves that would make any lesser man come in his pants. She was not my type of woman, I don't usually go for curves but with her, I'd like to risk it.

Wait.

I didn't just think about f*****g by father's mistress? He had far more pretty ones in the past that they appear like p**n actresses, then why her? She was exactly the type of woman my father would prefer. He liked to have them with so much curves to probably bury his jowls in them while he f****d them into oblivion. He was still a strong man with great stamina when I last saw him.

When my gaze fell on the silky spill of her hair flowing loose past her shoulders earlier, it took every last ounce of my dignity to not touch it. Dark sable waves made the color of those eyes stand out: smoky gray, framed with thick black lashes. She is almost too perfect.

We made it to the penthouse where I decided to spend the rest of the week while Richard and Asher drove off to God knows where. They all have houses in Russia, each single one of us so they are probably going to a club to go get laid. I wish I had followed them so I won't wallow in so much thoughts and work.

A message pinged my phone, I halted my hands from removing my cuffs. It was from Asher.

Asher: "The lawyer will see us all tomorrow morning to read the will. Where shall we meet?"

I quickly texted back because there is no other place I would like to be than the cafe knowing Evangeline was going to be there and I want to be an inconvenience to her for as long as possible before I decide on what to do with her. I should probably get laid, I shouldn't be thinking about my father's mistress when the others are all dead or rotting somewhere. Because of me.

Me: At Pai’s cafe.

I threw the phone and took a long cold shower, surprisingly, I was hard as a rock. This all came down to one woman, and she was wearing a casual black dress while mourning her paramour. Her dead master.

Knowing my father, I know she must be a submissive woman to earn his attention. He must've tied her in a room for three days, f*****g her till she was sore and leaving her there then come back the next morning to keep at that again. Andrei was a dominant one which didn't work well with my mother who was an alpha female. The root of their entire troubles.

From what I've found out about Evangeline Marie Fyodor, there was nothing wrong with her. She sounded like an innocent lass.

She was a simple girl from Italy that goes to Universidade de São Paulo (USP) studying foreign languages. There was nothing more which made me more intrigued. No social media accounts or nothing. She's a mystery to me and normally, I would kill anything I find enigmatic.

THE next morning, I woke up and got ready in a jet black suit and matching dress shirt with my expensive Patel Philippe watch. I've never been this excited to make someone's life as uncomfortable as possible but I could not wait to make her writhe beneath my gaze. To make her jump in fear at our unexpected presence.

I made my way straight to the Mustang waiting for me outside where Asher and Richard occupy and like yesterday, they were dressed just as I am. We all adore black color because it gives mysterious vibe and makes us look more intimidating. To me, I like it because it makes my dark looks appear to be more frightening. I don't need that though.

My power resides mostly in New York where I don't need a black suit to make people run the other way. My name is enough to make the police turn the other way and become blind. And other people to vacate a mall.

We filed inside the cafe which Richard broke again because the little witch managed to close it right back. A spark of amusement float in my chest making me frown. It's been a while since I felt something close to that. Why is this happening with my father's mistress? I need to keep recalling who she is. A gold digger. With death hanging on her head.

Just like I'd predicted, she was inside the cafe cleaning the dusty tables like she was expecting customers. Instead of the raven black she was wearing yesterday, today she is clasped in a clandestine red tank top and dark skinny jeans that molded her perfectly proportioned ass. I rubbed a thumb across my jaw to stop myself from biting my lip. All I wanted to do was go there and smack her ass until she was raw.

Richard let out a low whistle at the sight as though he's read my mind. What I couldn't understand was my sudden outrage and displeasure. He doesn't have the right to admire her or even see her ass like that. No one does and when the thought of the reason floated in my head, I stilled by the door.

Because she was mine!