Chapter 42

“W-who… who are you?” She asks. Her voice trembled in fear.

I get up to my feet and prowl towards her. She nervously steps back, avoiding me.

“Who am I?” I threw back a question, my hand flat against the wall beside her. She had managed to bump her back against the wall with no way out from me.

The woman before me is petite. Even with her heels, she just reaches my chest. She’s cute with brown doe eyes that I’m sure men easily melt over. I guess now I know the reason why my pet is attracted to her.

“You will know with my warning, topolina. You are treading on thin ice to even touch my possession.” I spoke calmly but the heaviness of my words were clear.

“I… I have no idea what you mean. W-what are you talking about?” She was trembling. Tears pooled in her eyes as she looked at me in trepidation.

“Well, then, let me spell it out for you. Listen, and listen well, topolina, while I’m willing myself to be nice. You stay away from Dylan Ross and we won’t have any problem. Do you get it now?” I try not to let my emotions out as I spoke to her with utter composure. The weight of my words are there and need to be understood.

She gasps as if she has understood what and who I meant. “You. You’re her, aren’t you? What’s exactly your relationship with him? Is that why you came here? Uninvited? Do you know what you’re doing is illegal? I might call the cops and you could be sent to jail.” She hissed, finally found the guts to talk back to me.

I chuckle. “You’re welcome to do it. Come on, topolina. I’d like to see you try. Call them.” I muttered as I neared my face towards hers.” She shrinks back. Her fists clench, lips pursed as her momentary braveness vanished in an instant.

“I told you I’m trying to be nice. Do not provoke me in any way. You won’t like the outcome as much as you do not know me. I’m going to repeat one last time. Stay away from him.” I almost growled the last part; my emotions almost slipped but I held myself back.

“Why?” She asked but she was no longer trying to be brave. She was genuinely curious.

I withdraw myself from her, putting a fitting distance in between. “Why? Because he’s mine.” She stares at me through my eyes as her lips pursed in disapproval and frustration. Her eyes are glassy with tears but she still manages to face me with forced courage. For that, I admire her.

“Why don’t I offer you a deal, topolina?” Her eyebrows scrunched in a curious manner. “Something that you will never be able to refuse.”

She scoffs. “What makes you think I won’t refuse? I don’t know you. You trespassed here as if you own the property and even threatened me. Why would I make a deal with you?” She spat.

“You’re feisty, aren’t you? It’s what people try to be when they don’t know what they face… when they don’t know who I am.” I could see in her eyes that I’m more than just a woman dressed in a business suit. Her fear and agitation is still there but she tries to be indomitable despite that. She’s small and my height is already devouring her and she still tries to act like she’s not affected. But I’m not here to kill someone.

“I will give you two options. If you accept the one I like, we’re good.” I shrug. “And if you don’t… which of course, I highly doubt…”

“What? What if I don’t want to cave in to whatever that deal of yours?” She argues.

“Topolina, a guy over an ambition? I don’t think you are that kind of woman at all.” Her eyebrows suddenly raised, hinting that she understood what I might have to offer. Something that she’s unable to turn down. “First thing’s first, understand that I’m not offering you this in exchange for him. He’s not a prize nor anything. He’s already mine to begin with.” I declared openly.

“What is it that you want then? What will you do if I don’t agree?” She was getting impatient but something in her eyes told me that she’s growing interested in what I’m about to tell her.

“Nothing. Because you will agree. Believe me, topolina, you will.” I sneer in victory.

“My name is not Topolina.” She spat, pissed off at my endearment for her.

I grin. “I know. Amilia Scott.” She was taken aback that I know. “I know everything about you.” She inhales deeply. “You're a cute girl, Amilia. I hope it matches your intelligence as well.”

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Dylan

After walking Amilia home, I find myself in a bar drinking. Even with already knowing, I was still blown away by her confession, much more the unexpected kiss that somehow still managed to make me flustered.

I’m feeling so confused. I just want to sit alone and mull over my situation. I feel like if I go home and see her, my heart will be crushed in which I’m really avoiding it right now. After Amilia and I’s date, I just want to move on and maybe have a decent and simple life with someone. Someone who won’t treat me as a fool or a plaything just because I’m easy to bully and underestimate.

It is no denial that Amilia and I have chemistry but I can’t also deny that I have already fallen head over heels for the mafia queen— hard. It’s the reason why I couldn’t face her because the pain will also be just as hard. If not, more. I don’t know what I would do or feel when she’s finally married to that guy. A guy who could offer her the world. And here I am who could only offer her what? My cock? As if he doesn’t have one.

I scoff, frustrated at myself for trying to think things other than just her. I even tried to think about Amilia and our date, and maybe a possible future with her. I just can’t. My mind and heart only yearn for her no matter how much pain she had brought me.

When I felt like I had enough, I went straight to the penthouse. I felt bitter knowing I had recognized the penthouse as my home. I thought there was no one present considering the lights were off when I stepped inside. However, as soon as the door slammed shut, I froze when I heard her firm voice.

“Did you enjoy your date?”

She stood in front of the glass wall overlooking the city. Her hands were behind her back, crossed languidly. Her back was facing me. There was something about her voice and her question that brought chills down my spine.

She knew. I should have expected that. There’s nothing that she doesn’t know. There’s not a single thing that would come past her.

“Yes.” I have unintentionally put an edge to my voice. I remembered everything instantly despite her cold tone that should’ve made me feel nervous or scared.

She whirled around and strode towards me. There was threat in her stance. It was obvious that she was pissed as fuck.

“I see.” She replied rather calmly as soon as she stopped in front of me. She suddenly grabbed my throat and had me up against the wall. My breath hitched in surprise, not expecting her to do that. I had thought that we’d at least lash out through words. For a moment, I have forgotten that this was how she is, how she handles things.

When I saw her, maybe a conversation crossed my mind- proper or not. After all, it was inevitable. I can’t avoid her forever. However, I didn’t expect her to react this way intensely .

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, tesoro?” She growled against my face. Her breath smelled of wine with a hint of sweet scent from her lipstick.

“What?” I choked, struggling to breath. I hadn’t expected her to be violent right at the first sentence. Her tight grip on my throat only confirmed her overwhelming rage.

“What, what?!” Her voice was rising by the second. “You seem to forget who owns you. How dare you flaunt yourself like you’re fucking available. Tell me, did you fuck her too?” I didn’t reply. I was struggling, yes, but it doesn't mean I couldn't answer her. However, I didn’t give her the satisfaction of answering right away.

“Do not test my patience.” She threatens while loosening her grip for me to speak.

Out of anger, I didn’t give her the answer she wanted. “What about you, huh? You act as if you haven’t fucked by your fiance. And yet here you are going on me about fucking someone else-”

Her grip tightened, cutting me off. “Careful. Do not forget who I am or where you stand.” She warned coldly. My chest tightened at the fact that she hadn’t denied my claim. Tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I looked at her gray ones undeniably furious at me.

“I know! I already know that I'm nothing more than just your toy. I can't wait for you to discard me like a fucking trash.” I exclaimed with gritted teeth.

I winced when she tightened her grip again. She then grabbed something behind her. “I really don’t appreciate disrespect, much more that you do not know who you belong to. You… are mine. I think it’s high time I show you.”

The knife she was holding glinted against the moonlight.