His Prosecutor, His Possession

Christian Malcolm

Christian Malcolm

The door slammed open, and two of my men dragged her in like she was some criminal. Her wrists were tied, a black blindfold cutting across her face.

My blood went cold.

“Are you out of your goddamn minds?” My voice cracked. “Does she look like a criminal to you? Untie her. Now.”

The guards froze, exchanging nervous glances. One of them stammered, “Boss, we thought—”

“You thought?” I snapped, taking two lethal steps forward until they recoiled. “She’s not some street rat you toss around like garbage. She’s mine. Drop her.”

They lowered her onto the edge of my bed, rough hands letting her go as if she burned them.

One of them dropped an envelope on my table. “Boss, we got the snoop”

I dismissed them with a glare sharp enough to slit throats, and when the door clicked shut behind them, silence filled the room. Silence, except for her shallow breaths.

I looked at the envelope. I had heard reports of someone asking too many questions, and poking their heads where it didn’t belong.

I walked to my table and picked up the envelope, picking it up. I knew the drill, I had done it so many times.

Find the fool who thought they could put their noses where it didn’t belong and attempt to pull back the skin of my mafia empire.

I’d have to find them and finish them off.

I pulled out a picture. I expected some random journalist or detective but the person I saw in the picture shocked me

Victoria??

Of course, you’d use your own hands to dig your own grave. I looked at the other papers, she had gathered some evidence enough to make other join her in the snoop

I acted according to instinct, I picked up my gun and pointed it to her still sleeping figure

This is what I do, I eliminate the threats no matter who they are.

I clicked the gun off from safety.

My hand trembled, as I aimed at her forehead. Why was I shaking? I had done this so many times

I looked at her for quite a while with my gun still pointed at her.

A bullet in her skull would silence the snooping, end the threat, cut her out. But it would also erase the only proof that I wasn’t broken, the only living thing that had gotten me hard with just a kiss after years of rage and humiliation.

I wanted to shoot. God, I wanted to squeeze the trigger, watch her blood paint the floor, remind myself I was still in control.

I finally put the gun down. I couldn’t do it.

Carefully, I crouched in front of her. My hands—hands that had broken men, pulled triggers, snapped bones moved gently as I worked at the knot around her wrists. The rope left angry red lines across her delicate skin, and guilt hit me like a knife to the ribs.

The blindfold came off, and her lashes fluttered against the light. The moment I saw her face, the world stopped spinning.

God, I hadn’t been able to erase her face from my mind since that kiss.

For years I was a corpse. Doctors tried, women begged me, stripped for me, and nothing.

I drank until my veins burned, swallowed different pills and aphrodisiacs until I thought my heart would stop, and still I felt nothing.

Do you know what it’s like to be the heir of a dynasty and not even be able to f**k? To watch your enemies laugh because you can’t give your family an heir?

And then she kissed me. One f*****g kiss and my body lit up like fire. For the first time in years I experienced what it felt like to have blood rushing to my d**k, to be so hard.

I had no idea how to react. I wanted to grab her and f*****g take her right there but I couldn’t. I had to leave before I did something stupid

She made me feel alive. I wanted more. I still want more.

But of course she had to be a damn thorn in my flesh as always. What was I going to do with her?

I ran my fingers through her hair, remembering how she ran her through mine when she kissed me.

God, I couldn’t kill her and I couldn’t let her go

I was going to keep her here to minimize her snooping around at least until after she gives birth to my heir. While I stalled, I’d use her to understand what in her miraculously cured my erectile dysfunction.

The minute I was done with her, I’d put an end to all of this once and for all

For now, she was mine. My possession.