Sinful desires

The contract

CHAPTER TWO

Iris

I've always imagined the way I'd die since the day I found out what kind of man my foster father was. I had vowed to myself that my death wouldn't be from him, but never in my wildest dream have I imagined my death to be like this, kidnapped by an unknown man and killed in a bathrobe. I should have put on some clothes.

“I assume you remember me now,” he said in his stupid, attractive, deep voice. I even find his voice attractive. Lord have mercy!

But to be honest, the man is a feast for the eye if you ignore the deadly aura that surrounds him.

I ignored his question and tilted my head forward. He had instructed his men to remove the tape on my mouth.

“What do you want from me?” I asked in a calm voice. I was surprised at how calm I sounded considering my racing heart.

He smirked.

“Very smart, Miss Jennings, I like that,” he said.

My eyes widened, and I sprung up as I heard him call my last name.

“How did you know my name?” I asked the first question that came to my head. Even my gang members, the closest people I have to a family, don't know my name.

“Iris Jennings, 22 years old, lived in Hope foster home for seven years, adopted by Clarissa and Steve Stein, ran away from her adoptive parents at 15, and was arrested several times for petty crimes…”

“Okay, okay, stop,” I inhaled sharply.

“I appreciate the effort you made in looking into me, but can you please get to the point now. What do you want from me?” I asked again.

“What do you think I want from you?” He smirked evilly and I swallowed hard.

I had already pictured several ways in which he would kill me in my head. He seems to be a dangerous man, the kind that loves to watch you suffer before finally killing you.

He took a few steps towards me with his hands in his pockets and I automatically took a few steps back.

“You stole from me, injured one of my men, and ruined my afternoon. What could I possibly want from you?” he asked again, as if expecting a reply.

I had no idea what to say to that.

“What amuses me is how you removed the bracelet from my arm unnoticed, and how you escaped my men and even managed to injure one. I must say you are smarter than to just be regarded as a petty thief,” he said in amusement.

I swallowed hard. He took slow strides towards me as if trying to torture me or whatever it is he was thinking.

“I will repay you,” I spurted out the first thing that came to my head.

He burst into laughter, a chilly kind of laughter. I furrowed my eyebrows.

“In what way could you possibly repay me, Miss Jennings?” He asked with that evil smirk dancing on his lips.

“Call me Ree,” I said, annoyed evident in my tone. I hated the way he called my name. I'm only Iris Jennings to my 15-year-old self. I'm Free of the World.

I had no idea where I got the courage to snap at my captor in that way. This man could just kill me without blinking an eye and here I am, still riling him up.

“Just let me go, I'll work hard and pay off the bracelet, I'll even take care of the hospital bills,” I said. I already knew what his answer would be, but I didn't want to just give up.

“Sure you'll repay me, but I'll decide the kind of repayment I want,” he said and smirked.

I got an uneasy vibe from the way he smirked.

“And what kind of repayment do you have in mind?” I asked.

“As I said, Miss Jennings, it's up to me,” he said.

“And what if I don't do what you have in mind?” I asked in a daring tone. He might just chop my head off because of the way I'm talking to him right now.

“I didn't say you had a choice,” he said, walking towards me till we were only inches away. His eyes grew dark.

“You either repay me and be on my good side or I send a bullet between your eyes and throw your corpse into the forest for the vultures to feed, and believe me, I never miss a target,” he said, his voice turning dangerous.

The room suddenly went cold, and I felt chills run down my spine. I gulped down nervously. I tried to put on a calm face so he wouldn't notice my nervousness.

“Okay, okay, ease up now, I'm not going to run away. Now will you please step back? I need to breathe,” I rushed my words.

He took a few steps back.

“I suppose we're settled then. I'll have someone attend to you,” he said.

And for the first time ever since he entered the cell, his eyes trailed down to my body. He wasn't gawking in admiration as any other guy would have, given I was still in my bathrobe, he stared at me with an untold emotion. My cheeks burned red.

“You look miserable,” he said and clicked his tongue.

“Excuse me?” I felt anger surging in me.

He walked out without saying another word. A man walked in shortly after. He handed me an envelope without saying a word.

“Can I get a change of clothes at least?” I asked.

The guy ignored me and walked out. I scoffed.

I tore open the envelope and took out the papers inside.

“Contract between Mr Dylan Colby and Miss Iris Jennings”

I scoffed as I read the headings. This man has some nerves if he thinks I'll sign this.

“This is to declare the marriage between Miss Jennings and Mr Colby. Miss Jennings is to stay married to Mr Colby for the next six months…”

Wait, what?!

I rubbed my eyes and read it one more time to be sure I wasn't hallucinating. A marriage contract? There is no way in hell I'm signing that. I'd prefer he killed me instead. Never have I imagined myself getting married soon, not to talk of in such compromising situations. Hell, I don't even know this man.

“You've got to be kidding me,” I scoffed. I tore the paper into tiny shreds and scattered it on the floor.

“You shouldn't have done that,” I heard a voice say. My eyes darted in the direction of the voice and I saw a black shiny metal pointed towards me.

Okay, a gun pointed at me, here comes death!.