Her Sinful Mate

chapter two

n a v e a h

I sit lazily down on the couch , my mom sending me a warning glare and I suppress the urge to roll my eyes . My dad rushed us into the living room , demanding us to stay put until he returns .

"Have some decency, sit up straight !" My mom scolds , heaving her thick blonde hair over her shoulders .

I avoid her glare and focus on the ticking clock , it's ten past two , he left to go talk to the mysterious guests fifteen minutes ago , in private . My dad usually avoids talking in his office and when he does , it doesn't last longer than ten minutes . He doesn't like people roaming his office, where all his secrets lay .

These guests must be important , people he's either good acquaintances with or they're people he fears . I truly hope it's the latter .

"Who are they ?" I ask after a moment of silence, my eyes rooted to the clock ahead . Out the corner of my eye I see my mother's shoulders tense , her eyes slowly turning to me .

She clears her throat. "Business men ." She says firmly , although the wavering in her voice doesn't go unnoticed . I flick my eyes toward her , watching her warily , fear is etched on her face even though she's trying hard to mask it . She doesn't make eye contact , her gaze focused on the table beside me and she's slightly chewing on her chapped lips .

"You're lying ." I say flatly . Her eyes widen in shock , her lips falling agape . Before she can scold me for being blunt , the door flies open , my eyes darting toward the three figures walking in .

My gaze falls onto the tall man , his red hair sits unruly on his head , his skin pale and his height unnatural . The slightly shorter one has dark skin , his black inky hair combed backwards. They both seem intimidating, standing tall by the fireplace as their eyes roam over the room before falling onto me . The aura around them is dangerous, I can feel it .

I hold their gazes with a bored expression on my face , even though something within me screams at me to leave , I feel uneasy with their gazes fixated on me .

"This is my daughter , Naveah ." My father introduces , breaking the intense eye contact between us before I stand up and slowly walk toward them .

I hold out my hand , the man with red hair slowly wraps his fingers around my outstretched hand , an uncomfortable shiver running down my spine. "I'm Ren and this is Jake ." He gestures toward the other man . His voice sounds anything but friendly and I just mutely nod , retracing my hand .

They're dangerous.

All the men here are , my father being one of them but something about them just seems off .

"I'm afraid we have other business to attend to now ." Ren says , nodding at my father before turning to me . His eyes trailing over my face before he turns , vanishing out of the door .

"Naveah , get to your training ." My dad snaps , his eyes narrowing into slits . I clench my jaw , refraining from asking him why he rushed me into this damn room , only to shake hands with the dangerous man and now demanding me to go train .

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After three hours of gruesome training , I slip into my bathroom , turning on the faucet in my shower before tiredly removing my clothes from my sore limbs .

The moment I step into the spray of water , I heave out a sigh , feeling relieved. I lean my head back , the water running through my thick hair . I close my eyes , enjoying the moment of peace .

My mother's shrill scream echo's through the house , my eyes grew wide in shock , I storm out of my shower , wrapping a fluffy towel around my body before rushing over to my bathroom cabinets . Opening the drawer , I pull out my handgun . My dad stationed guns all over the house , for exactly this reason .

My instincts kick in , I load the gun and cautiously rush out of the bathroom , following the pained screams of my mother . I slow my pace when I come closer to her horrid screams , my grip tightening around the gun . Water drips from my wet hair and my towel slightly loosens as I pace down the hall , my senses on alert .

Her screams quiet down and the sound of objects being thrown rings from my father's office . My hand slowly wraps around the doorknob , I inhale a deep breath , pushing open the door and lift my gun .

Two figures dash for the open window , hurriedly slipping through the window frame and without any hesitation, I pull the trigger and shoot in their direction . I run toward the window , cursing under my breath when they disappear into the darkness .

"N-naveah." my father chokes out , I slowly turn around , my eyes flicking towards my mother . She lays lifeless on the floor , blood pooled around her . She's dead and I don't feel anything. No matter how hard I try to bring myself to feel anything, I can't. My father trained me to feel nothing and he was successful.

As I my gaze roams to my Father lying on the floor , I feel numb , no sadness roams my mind , not even anger . Just nothing.

"Naveah ," My father mumbles , attempting to sit up straight. He leans against his desk , before inhaling a deep breath. "He's coming to get y-you , he'll keep you s-safe ." He whispers , his eyelids slowly shutting. I ignore his words and rush toward his cabinets , searching for the first-aid kit .

Just as I reach for the kit , I feel a presence behind me , goosebumps erupting on my skin . I clench my jaw , hurriedly reaching for the gun , I spin around and lift the gun .

Pointing it at the man , my breath hitches in my throat . His grey eyes lock with my pale green ones , an unfamiliar feeling running down my spine . My grip on the gun loosens the longer I gaze into his eyes , my eyes slowly roaming over his beautiful features .

His face is impassive and his gaze intimidatingly terrifying . His Raven hair sits disheveled on his head , an arrogant lock hanging against his forehead just above his mesmerizing grey eyes accented by black , thick lashes .

He’s unnaturally beautiful, his aura demands attention and my eyes refuses to avert from his . Who is this man ?

His eyes lower down to the gun in my shaky hands , clear amusement dancing in his eyes . "Do you even know how to shoot ?"