Chapter 10

Desire's point of view

i wish i never opened my mouth. the look in her eyes is one of murder. underestimating her was the last thing i should have done. now i'm going to pay for my own stupidity.

"i'm so sorry, i really didn't mean it" i beg, hoping that my pleas will soften her heart back to the one she had before.

"you really know how to push my buttons" she says, brushing her fingers through her hair. she backs up from me which allows me to take the much needed breath that had left my body when her body heat was all that i could feel.

"i hate it when people call me soft" breathing heavily, she continues "every time those pussies that want to be real mafia leaders hear or even sense that their rival is losing their touch, they attack."

i really didn't know that. i know nothing about drugs or the world that revolves around the drug business.

"i'm not going to be what they expect me to be. weak, soft and emotional are not going to bring me down. i'm going to show them that a woman can get the job done just as good or even better than a man" she says approaching me again which causes my breath to hitch once again.

"if i have to shave your head bold and leave you naked on the street with bruises decorating your skin like the most ragged clothing do just to keep the respect and fear that they have of me, I'll do it without batting an eyelash" creating space between us, she walks towards chains that were bolted to the ceiling and faces me with a stern face.

"i'm going to let you pick your torture tool" she says.

heavy sobs start to leave my mouth. she glares at me as if telling me to shut up and that makes the damn that was settled in my eyes to break.

"if you don't shut up. i will personally choose your torture tool and use it you much harder than i was before" she says.

"please, i'm sorry" i reply. crying even more than before "i didn't mean to disrespect you or make you seem like a fa...

before the words failure can leave my mouth, she has me scooped up in her arms and i bump my elbow on the table that held some of the torture tools and cry out.

"ouch" i yelp

"are you okay?" she asks. how can one person go from wanting to kill someone to caring about them in the span of second?

"i hurt my elbow" i reply

"let me see" she says as she grabs hold of my left arm and softly twists it to check out the affected area.

i hiss, which makes her stop her movements and look me straight in the eyes. the cold, stern look she had, now gone and in it's place, concern.

"seems like you hit it pretty hard. a bruise is starting to form" she says as she resumes her actions of twisting my arm. "I'll go get the first Aid kit" she says.

her leaving the room, makes me replay all the events that have taken place in the last... hours? i have no idea what the time is and there is Noway to know as the only source of illumination happen to be the light bulb that is hanging on the ceiling and seems to be coming of its hinges. she needs to get that checked out before someone gets hit on the head.

so lost in my thoughts, i fail to notice that she has returned until the heavy first Aid kit bag is dropped on the ground next to where i was seated.

no words exchanged, she rummages through the bag and dumps certain contents of the bag on the floor.

"i'm just going to rub some ointment on it and wrap it up. hopefully the bruise doesn't swell up" she says and I just nod my head.

as she's wrapping up my elbow, i can't help but to analyse her face. her strong jawline clenching and unclenching. her widow's peak so intriguing as it seems to be grey in color whilst the rest of her hair is brown. her full, pink lips in a straight line as she is so focused on her task.

my eyes traveling down the rest of her body seems to pause on her fingers. her long, skinny fingers with nails so clean, one would think she has never worked a day in her life. her long skinny fingers that make my core clench just by imagining what they could do my body.

"there. all done" she says, snapping me out of my embarrassing yet delicious thoughts. thoughts that have left me hot and bothered.

"thank you" i reply softly. she helps me of the ground and leads me to a chair that i didn't notice before which was situated on the far left side of the hanging chains.

she sighs heavily, grabbing my attention.

"look. i don't want to hurt you. really, i don't. but i can't have no idiot questioning my leadership around here. i have worked way to hard to get to where i am." she says, looking straight at me "if you cooperate, i promise you that we" she gestures to me and herself "will not have any problems and we can both live our lives happily ever after" she continues.

enraged by her words, i once again dig my own grave

"how do you expect us to live happily ever after when i'm here against my will in the first place?"

angry and emotional, i get off the chair, walk past her only for my injured arm to be yanked back, forcing my body to collide with hers and to find myself lip locked with her.

sadness, anger, hatred but mostly lust course through my body. i never knew a kiss could cause so much unwanted but needed delicious damage to an individual and that individual just happens to be me.

my body begging me for more, makes me grab onto her vest, much tighter and kiss her much harder.

getting poked by something, I snap out of my daze and before I can even think of the consequences of my action, a land a heavy smack on her cheek. Fuck my life.