Gang Up
Chapter 17
Ashley gave the girl at the counter a smile, seeing that she was smiling at her.
She knew what they were thinking and she hated the fact that Mikhail Mazza had made their relationship public.
It was just a year thing and he was talking as if it would last forever.
They were already out of the restaurant when she heard someone call.
"Satan." Her head whipped in the direction and it was a short fat man with a cigarette in his mouth and a hat, his suit looked expensive and he had three bodyguards behind him.
She turned to stare at Mikhail and saw his frown deepen.
"Mr. Clown," Mikhail answered.
"It's Mr. Crown, Satan. I don't always have to tell you about it now, do I?" The man said, as he puffed out the smoke and Ashley's almost died.
Thank God, Mikhail doesn't smoke.
"Who the pretty lady for?" The man asked again, and Mikhail tightened his hands on her.
She could tell that he hated the man in front of him and wanted nothing but to get rid of him but why was he still talking to the pot belly?
"She's my wife Clown, now if you'll excuse me . I have somewhere to take her." He said and gave a smile.
One that was not genuine at all.
"Very bold of you to take a wife Satan, and to top it all.. she's so beautiful and so daring, looking at me as if she would kill me." The man yelled as they walked away to their car.
Ashley had never walked that way before, they were practically flying.
"What the hell? Be careful there Mikhail, my shoelace is going to cut!" She said loudly, as they got into the car.
"Now listen to me firecracker, you should never leave the house I mean leave the house without me beside you. Unless your want your poor mother to be dead." He said it, his eyes boring hers and she hissed.
"Why? Huh? A while ago we were eating like normal people and you were about to take me to the hospital to see my mother and...
"You want us to be normal? Do you want me to be normal? Get over the lunch in the restaurant Ash, you'll never be my type of woman." He said and she scoffed.
"And get over yourself Mikhail Mazza, you'll never be my ideal type of man you scarecrow." She said, and he nodded.
"And what the fuck is Satan? Couldn't find a better name? There's no need, it suits you." She hissed.
He ignited the engine of the car, swearing as he did.
"No one asked you to take me to the restaurant Mikhail, I didn't even eat anything only drank water." She said again, and he shot her a glare.
"Oh, if glares could kill." She huffed.
"Keep your mouth Shut Ashley Mikhail, or you will not be seeing your mother again, sweetheart." He said, more loudly than he was talking.
She rolled her eyes, biting her fingers as she did.
Her eyes caught the ring on her finger and she coughed.
Earlier before they had gone to the restaurant, she had woken up to see the ring on her finger and she intended to ask him about it. There was no reason to wear a ring, seeing that they were not going to be together for long.
"When did you wear me this and why?" She asked.
"You're married, married people wear rings, don't they?" He asked back.
"Do not answer a question with a question."
"Do not fúçking tell me what to do!" He glared hard.
"I know what you're trying to do Satan, you're trying to...
"Call me Satan again and you'll regret it." The voice was calm.
"That's what everybody calls you!"
"You call me what I want you to call me Ashley, no questions asked, no little talks..you just have to do as I say. Why can't you fúçking get it!" He yelled, the tires screeching before halting.
"Why the hell are you even angry? We were okay a few minutes ago before you began acting weird. You have some real problems up here Mikhail." She yelled back, pointing her head to gesture where his problem was coming from.
He got out of the car, walking to the house in heavy strides.
"Make sure no one comes in here tonight and for the week, contact Orlando if possible." She heard him mumble to the guards and the man nodded.
"And you young lady will have to wait in there for me." He turned to her and snorted.
"You'll have to tell me why Mikhail? You said it yourself that we were married, right? Then show me how married people behave. Tell me what's happening?" She asked, heaving a deep breath, as she had to run to catch up with his pace.
"There's no need to know what the hell happened or is going to happen, Ash, we didn't marry because we wanted to, we got married because your poor mama was in the hospital and she needed help." He said.
Silence reigned between them, their eyes boring into each other and she sniffed.. nodding her head.
"Get out of my way." She gritted her teeth and walked past him.
He walked back to the car and drove off.
Ashley stood by the door, looking at the smoke of the car that was long out of the mansion.
Mikhail Mazza, he was indeed a Monster, her monster.
Somehow she knew that meeting the man at the restaurant was something huge, but now she didn't care anymore.
He could go and die if he wanted to, after all, she would be the owner of everything.
'Screw that stupid brain of yours Ashley... you're not a monster like him, and you never pray for someone's downfall and you will never will.' She nodded, cleaning her tears and walking into the house.
Mikhail Mazza was indeed her Monster and she was sure that her monster had been ganged up this time!
TBC
