Meeting his compliance

“Finally home,” Giselle sang and chuckled to herself before turning off the engine. Undoing the seatbelt, she alighted her brand-new Mercedes. Her gaze sparkled as they raked over her giant opulent possession. It was the latest model and she was able to get her hands on it. Tracing her fingers over the tinted windows, she smiled and headed inside her apartment. The bounce in her walk exuded her joy.

Instilling the key in the hole, she twisted the knob and entered her room which was swathed with darkness. Giselle stretched her hand to turn on the switches and then proceeded to lock the door. Stepping out of her heels, she jogged to the living room.

“Ahh!! I am tired-OH MY GOD!!”

A horrifying shriek escaped her mouth when her gaze fell on the tall, muscular intruder who was ensconced on her black leather couch, with one leg resting over his knee.

“You were dead,” She murmured not believing her eyes. Dylan on the other hand smirked at her petrified state.

“Thanks to your prayers that I am still alive Giselle.” He greeted her in a not-so-friendly tone. Giselle wasted no time and instantly spun her heels ready to leave only to crash into a buff figure. Her eyes widened. With a wildly beating heart, she craned her head only to come face to face with Hunter. Her breath turned ragged as the man was cold as ice, his glacial stares and rigid expression terrified her to the bone. He was a human but deprived of any emotions.

Giselle was so consumed with fear that she couldn’t even move a single muscle. Her eyes turned glassy when she heard Dylan’s ominous laugh that bounced off the four walls, freezing her blood.

“Take a seat, Ms. Storm. We need to talk.” Dylan rasped as he leaned over and crushed his cigar into the ashtray. Giselle didn’t turn around, she remained rooted on the spot as those cold orbs had held her immobile.

A bone-chilling tremor spiraled down her spine when Hunter took a step forward making her quickly move back.

“Sit,” he growled and that’s when she jumped to action. Pushing him away, Giselle ran to the door when her hair was caught in a vice grip, and the next moment she was thrown on the floor near Dylan’s feet brutally.

Fat dollops of tears tumbled down her cheeks but she bit her lips to control the sobs, Straightening her spine, she started sailing back on the floor while gazing at Dylan with her hands but that was also a futile move because her movement was restricted by Hunter. Giselle was startled as soon as her back met with his long legs. She looked at him, pleading through her eyes but Hunter showed no emotions. Instead, he bent on his knees much to her horror, and grabbed the collar of her shirt. The hair on her nape stood up.

“DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM? MY FATHER WILL TEAR YOU!!” Giselle yelled, her fear morphed into a rage as she flailed her arms to get rid of him but Hunter ignored her and dragged her to Dylan who was watching her with amusement.

“Leave me, you can’t do this to me, LEAVE ME FUCKING MONSTER. My father is a cop. You can’t do this to me.!!” She shouted and clawed his hand when a brutal smack landed on her cheek that almost turned her deaf. Giselle blinked in shock, her ears still buzzing with the ringing sound when her chin was grasped in a tight hold. She was still reeling from the shock when her face was turned to the front.

Giselle sniffed, her heart leaped to her mouth when she found it was Dylan.

She shot him a teary glare, “This is illegal. You can’t threaten the daughter of a police officer.” She seethed on his face only to earn a chuckle.

“Well brave of you to teach a gangster the difference between right and wrong,” he spoke between his chuckles, “And don’t repeat that your father is a cop, I have a good sense of hearing,” he mused and jerked her face to the side before fishing out a white napkin from the left pocket of his slacks. Giselle watched him with glassy eyes as he wiped his hands and then tossed away that cloth as if her touch had stained him. Her jaw clenched while Dylan smirked at her red face. He loved to humiliate his enemies.

“I did nothing,” Giselle finally broke down, “I have no hand in it.”

“In what?” Dylan shot back, “What do you know about Xander’s evil plans?”

He questioned leaving her in turmoil. Giselle who was crying her heart out stilled like a statue. She licked her lips and wracked her brain before coming up with a suitable answer.

“It’s not hidden from us that Mr. Knight is marrying Ms. Clarke. But they both are happy, he has her consent. His private life is not my concern. You can’t just threaten me because I am his secretary.” Her crisp answer lost track as frustration grew on her.

Dylan looked at Hunter and then back at Giselle, “You’re talking to me as if you know me so damn well.”

Giselle narrowed her eyes at him, her jaw clenching, “Of course, I know you. You’re Ms. Clarke’s husband, Boss told me.” She gritted.

“Didn’t you just say a few minutes before that his private life is not your concern?” Dylan threw at her leaving her staggered.

A cold bead of sweat trickled down her left temple.

“H-He, I- He doesn’t, I mean I am his secretary so sometimes he used to talk in front of me and I overheard him. I didn’t mean to but I really have no hand.” She tried to sound confident but her shaky voice betrayed her.

“I didn’t even accuse you of anything and you’re already justifying your crimes.” Dylan rumbled as he eyed her shocked figure before leaning back on the couch.

Giselle was caught red-handed. She was so scared that she started defending herself without even listening to him.

Dylan cleared his throat before whipping out his gun. Her mouth turned dry as he rubbed the muzzle on the leather couch while staring at her with dark eyes.

“But since you have already confessed why not get started with it?” He spoke while analyzing her expression.

Giselle, on the other hand, paid no heed to his words as that gun had captured her whole attention. Her eyes motioned along with the muzzle as Dylan rubbed it to and forth but then he paused abruptly which made her flinch. Exhaling a shaky breath, she snuck a glance at him only to break into sweats. His gaze was so intimidating and empty that made her cower back. He wasn’t doing anything yet she could picture him in her mind stabbing her to death.

Dylan hunched over making her gasp. Giselle quickly jolted back as he lifted her chin up with a jerk and glared into her watery eyes.

“What part have you played in Xander’s master plan? Tell me everything or be ready to say goodbye to your pathetic life.” He threatened her, gritting each and every word to drill it into her mind.

Her lips quivered. Giselle was still reluctant. She would be doomed if she divulged his plans. Xander will hunt her down until the end of the Earth. But then what about the man who had her at gunpoint? She would die either way but not at least at the hands of a Mafia. She knew how painfully they kill their enemies. And she played a major role in executing Xander’s plan so it was Dylan would definitely torment her soul; he wouldn’t give her an easy escape.

“I-I, I am sorry but I-” Giselle tried to speak but her fear wasn’t letting her.

His patience was thinning. Heaving a harsh growl, Dylan removed his gun and grabbed a chunk of her blonde locks. Giselle screamed in pain as she tried to pry his hand away but cold dread surged through her when he jabbed his gun in the hollow of her throat and hovered over her like a messenger of death.

“I know what you did.” He breathed out. Giselle gaped, utterly shocked.

“You researched Evelyn, don’t you? You know that she is my wife and yet you helped Xander. Sara told me everything, I want to know why you fucking did that? What did you demand from him in return?” Dylan roared furiously ceasing her heartbeat.

Giselle was blown away. She was too crafty then how come Sara caught her?

But then something caught her attention.

“Sara? Her mother is the one who-”

“So, you know everything.” This time it was Hunter who remarked from behind. Dylan’s jaw clenched; disgust entered his eyes as he pushed her to the floor making her land on her face. Wincing in pain, Giselle managed to save herself when her ears caught the sound of a gun being cocked. Frightened, she looked up only to see Hunter who had his gun pointed at her forehead.

“No, please don’t kill me.” She wailed out loud.

“Then speak. It’s not like you have a choice anyway.” Hunter spoke coldly and put his finger on the trigger.

“I got the promotion in return,” Giselle shouted. She then looked into Dylan’s smoldering eyes.

“I am sorry. Yes, I delved into something which I shouldn’t have but I used it to upgrade my position in the company. Xander was after your wife and he was willing to go to any length. So, I simplified his work as I offered him my help, and in return, he fulfilled my every demand. A car, an apartment, and all the luxuries that I couldn’t afford. I am sorry but I saw only this as an opportunity.”

“But you involved your father why?” Dylan questioned her.

Giselle was taken aback, “M-My father?” she asked anxiously. Fear nipped her spine.

“Don’t act,” Hunter sneered and poked her forehead with his gun hard drawing out a whimper from her mouth, “You’re Detective Storm’s daughter, aren’t you? Why is your father helping him?”

“Because he wants to get his hands on the Mafia, duh.” Giselle snapped. His question was so stupid that she couldn’t help but rolled her eyes.

Dylan had enough.

Infuriated with that sassy bitch, he walked closer to her and snatched the gun from Hunter. Giselle looked at him bewildered but screamed out loud when he clasped her jaw and shoved his gun in her mouth. Her eyes bulged out of their sockets.

“You have one minute to tell me where that bastard has kept Evelyn’s Mom or I would shoot you and then ask your corpse the same.”

Giselle shook her head, and tears escaped her eyes. She tried to jerk back but groaned hard when he thrust his gun deeper. Death danced in front of her when the metallic weapon grazed the back of her throat.

“Mmmff”

She hurriedly bobbed her head.

“Good.” Dylan pulled out his gun making her draw long breaths.

“Now, where tell me where is she?”