chapter 9

Today i rushed everything in the office, i moved

up some schedules and canceled some meetings. I

had to come home early. I didn't know why am i

being like this, but i had the urge to see her face.

Td be crazy ifi didn't. I reached home at 6 pm.

"Where is she ?" I asked a maid.

"Miss Pearce is in her room all day, Sir." She

answered but kept her head down.

I headed upstairs and knocked on her door. Why

did i bother to knock ? I owned this house, i can

enter every room in this house. There was no

respond, so i opened the door slowly. She was

sleeping peacefully. I smiled down at her. I opened

my jacket and put it on the velvet chair next to her

bed. I rolled up my shirt sleeves and sat next to

her.

Now i knew why i needed to see her face, i felt so

calmed whenever i was with her or just by looking

at her. I pushed her hair away from her face and

stroked her cheek with my knuckles. Her skin was

so soft, my knuckles wanted to stay longer there

but she was stirring to wake up. I cringed at her

reaction when she saw me. Like i was a ghost or

something. My anger surfaced, and she started

crying and pleading. What did i do? I was trying

to console her, but her face paled when i shifted

closer.

She quivered, she was really scared of me. I felt a

deep jab in my chest to see her like this, because of

me. Of course she was scared of me. I was the one

who made this, i stroked my thumb on her scar.

I was about to hug her when she screamed loud.

I was too shocked by her scream, i didn't realized

when she got out of the bed ran toward..Greta?

She cried on her shoulder. I walked through the

door, when Greta looked up on me with confusion.

I left them there with clenched teeth, i fisted my

palms needed to punch something. I headed to

my study and punched the door. I threw all of

the books and papers on the desk, i punched the

iMac screen. The screen glasses scattered all on the

floor. My fist was bleeding, but i felt no pain. I felt

numb when the image of her horrified face crept

to my mind.

Yesterday I Was so angry to see her hate me, i

preferred she fear me instead of hate me. But

today i was suffocated to see fear in her eyes, i

didn't want her to look at me that way.

I was pouring some whiskey to my glass in the

living room when Greta walked downstairs from

Cassandra's room. She gasped at my bleeding

fist, then went to the kitchen. She was back with

a bowl of warn water and a small towel. She

washed my hand.

"She's too young to understand, Sir. Try to imagine,

she had been treated ike she was a pottery her

whole life. Suddenly she had to go through this."

I made a short cogitation about what she'd been

through these past few days.

"She must be really freaking out right now." I

testified with a low voice.

"Give her a time, Sir. Let her getting used to this

situation."

It had been four days since the night i agreed to

Greta to give Cassandra time. I didn't approach

or meet her. Four days of a hell to me. She locked

herself in her room, never even once came out

of that room. It's been four days of a hell to my

staffs too, i'd gave them a hard time with my

unpredictable mood.

It was Saturday, i decided to practice to shoot on

my shooting field. I used my Walther P99 today. I

put each magz in the empty cartridge, i turned my

body sideways from the gun and keep it pointed

downrange. I pulled slide back of the strong spring

and released it. It was loaded now. I aimed my

point on the figure board. I pulled the trigger and

squeezed to shoot the target. It hit the target. Then

the target started moving, i released the trigger

and prepared to aim the next shot.

I was out of magz and ejected the empty cartridge

to fill it, when Costner approached me out of

nowhere, didn't mind to cough first.

"Sir, we have a situation."

I looked up to him with confusion. I kept the the

slide in the back to make sure it wasn't loaded and

clicked the safety back in place. I put the gun in

my back and followed him to the backyard. When

we reached the swimming pool, i saw five of my

henchman gathered. When they saw me, they

stood straight and made a space for me to look at

the blonde man kneeled with his head down.

"We found him when he tried climbing our wall,

Sir." One of the henchmen reported.

The poor guy looked up and my eyes opened wide.

This was Ryan Sterling, her whatever so-called

boyfriend. His face was a mess, what would you

expected when you tried to climb someone's wall ?

Of course got beaten by them.

"What do you want ?" I asked with furry.

Tm here to get her. Release her now." I gave him

my powerful right hook, he stumbled back and lay

on the ground.

"How dare you ! Who the fuck are you coming

here as you pleased and telling me to release her."

I cursed him with high tone.

Costner and the others stepped back, wise enough

trying not to get in the way between me and this

prick. I sauntered toward him, i was so ready to

teach him a little knowledge about James Black.

"Get up, prick " I ordered, he tried to sit but

failed.

"Fucking get up, weak! At least prove me wrong

that your words are stronger than your body"

He sat straight and tried to get up. Trying so hard

to prove his body was stronger than his words

But he stumbled backward again failed to get

up. Of course he failed, id sure his head was still

spinning and his vision blurred from my punch.

I griped his collar to make him get up, and forced

his gaze to meet mine.

"Next time you tried to play a hero, make sure that

you have a power first." I hissed.

"She's mine, i will get her back no matter what.

You could never have her."

I was done, he really was getting on my last

nerves. I clenched my jaw and released his collar

in a second i reached my back. I took out my

gun and pulled the slide back then released it. I

removed the safety and pointed the loaded gun

to his head. He asked for it, he was the one who

asked for his death. I was pulling the trigger, when

i heard her screaming, made me released the

trigger.

"No ! Please don't !"

She came in front of me. Holding me back with

her hands on my chest. I stood still, held my

breath. No one was ever touched me. I really hate

to be touched. Every time someone touched me,

i felt angered. But now her hands was touching

me, i wasn't felt anger. In fact i was okay with it.

Noticing that the gun still pointed to his head, she

tried to shove my aiming hand but failed.

"Oh god, please don't do it. Don't kill him."

She was still trying to stopped me by holding me

back as she cried in my chest begging. My heart

clenched at the vision of her crying and begging

for this weak low-life. I loosened my grip on the

gun, and inhaled her head savoring her scent. I

can see from the corner of my eye, he narrowed

his gaze at our proximity.

"Come to me, babe. We'll figure this out together."

He spoke to her, gaining my piercing gaze.

I pulled the trigger again and started to squeeze it.

She screamed and paled.

"No ! For god's sake will you stop ! Kill me, kill me

instead but please don't kill him. He has nothing to

do with this."

She dragged the gun and pointed it to her chest.

My eyes widened, i clicked the safety pin on the

side immediately and pointed the gun dowmrange.

My angered exploded, she would die for this prick.

I released the magz from the gun and racked

the slide to eject any shells that maybe still in

the chamber. And drop the gun on the ground,

to prevent the idea of a gun pointed at her or

she tried to kill herself. All of the men and staffs

shocked at my reaction. The Unstoppable James

Black had been stopped by a woman.

She exhaled relief, breathing heavily. I didn't

notice she has held her breath for long. She

approached him and touched his left cheekbone

where my right hook landed.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?" She asked as he

tried to hug her.

I yanked him away from her. "Try to touch her

again, andi assure you, you'll be dead by the

morning." I threaten him.

I circled my arm on her waist and dragged her

inside. While my men dragged him out.

"Ryan !" She screamed out his name tried to get

away from me.

"Cassy

How long were they going to call each other

names ? I dragged her inside and upstairs. She

stumbled a few times while matching my long

strides. I opened her bedroom door, and threw her

to her bed. She looked up at me with fear.

"You will never see him again, ever" I said with

final.Today i rushed everything in the office, i moved

up some schedules and canceled some meetings. I

had to come home early. I didn't know why am i

being like this, but i had the urge to see her face.

Td be crazy ifi didn't. I reached home at 6 pm.

"Where is she ?" I asked a maid.

"Miss Pearce is in her room all day, Sir." She

answered but kept her head down.

I headed upstairs and knocked on her door. Why

did i bother to knock ? I owned this house, i can

enter every room in this house. There was no

respond, so i opened the door slowly. She was

sleeping peacefully. I smiled down at her. I opened

my jacket and put it on the velvet chair next to her

bed. I rolled up my shirt sleeves and sat next to

her.

Now i knew why i needed to see her face, i felt so

calmed whenever i was with her or just by looking

at her. I pushed her hair away from her face and

stroked her cheek with my knuckles. Her skin was

so soft, my knuckles wanted to stay longer there

but she was stirring to wake up. I cringed at her

reaction when she saw me. Like i was a ghost or

something. My anger surfaced, and she started

crying and pleading. What did i do? I was trying

to console her, but her face paled when i shifted

closer.

She quivered, she was really scared of me. I felt a

deep jab in my chest to see her like this, because of

me. Of course she was scared of me. I was the one

who made this, i stroked my thumb on her scar.

I was about to hug her when she screamed loud.

I was too shocked by her scream, i didn't realized

when she got out of the bed ran toward..Greta?

She cried on her shoulder. I walked through the

door, when Greta looked up on me with confusion.

I left them there with clenched teeth, i fisted my

palms needed to punch something. I headed to

my study and punched the door. I threw all of

the books and papers on the desk, i punched the

iMac screen. The screen glasses scattered all on the

floor. My fist was bleeding, but i felt no pain. I felt

numb when the image of her horrified face crept

to my mind.

Yesterday I Was so angry to see her hate me, i

preferred she fear me instead of hate me. But

today i was suffocated to see fear in her eyes, i

didn't want her to look at me that way.

I was pouring some whiskey to my glass in the

living room when Greta walked downstairs from

Cassandra's room. She gasped at my bleeding

fist, then went to the kitchen. She was back with

a bowl of warn water and a small towel. She

washed my hand.

"She's too young to understand, Sir. Try to imagine,

she had been treated ike she was a pottery her

whole life. Suddenly she had to go through this."

I made a short cogitation about what she'd been

through these past few days.

"She must be really freaking out right now." I

testified with a low voice.

"Give her a time, Sir. Let her getting used to this

situation."

It had been four days since the night i agreed to

Greta to give Cassandra time. I didn't approach

or meet her. Four days of a hell to me. She locked

herself in her room, never even once came out

of that room. It's been four days of a hell to my

staffs too, i'd gave them a hard time with my

unpredictable mood.

It was Saturday, i decided to practice to shoot on

my shooting field. I used my Walther P99 today. I

put each magz in the empty cartridge, i turned my

body sideways from the gun and keep it pointed

downrange. I pulled slide back of the strong spring

and released it. It was loaded now. I aimed my

point on the figure board. I pulled the trigger and

squeezed to shoot the target. It hit the target. Then

the target started moving, i released the trigger

and prepared to aim the next shot.

I was out of magz and ejected the empty cartridge

to fill it, when Costner approached me out of

nowhere, didn't mind to cough first.

"Sir, we have a situation."

I looked up to him with confusion. I kept the the

slide in the back to make sure it wasn't loaded and

clicked the safety back in place. I put the gun in

my back and followed him to the backyard. When

we reached the swimming pool, i saw five of my

henchman gathered. When they saw me, they

stood straight and made a space for me to look at

the blonde man kneeled with his head down.

"We found him when he tried climbing our wall,

Sir." One of the henchmen reported.

The poor guy looked up and my eyes opened wide.

This was Ryan Sterling, her whatever so-called

boyfriend. His face was a mess, what would you

expected when you tried to climb someone's wall ?

Of course got beaten by them.

"What do you want ?" I asked with furry.

Tm here to get her. Release her now." I gave him

my powerful right hook, he stumbled back and lay

on the ground.

"How dare you ! Who the fuck are you coming

here as you pleased and telling me to release her."

I cursed him with high tone.

Costner and the others stepped back, wise enough

trying not to get in the way between me and this

prick. I sauntered toward him, i was so ready to

teach him a little knowledge about James Black.

"Get up, prick " I ordered, he tried to sit but

failed.

"Fucking get up, weak! At least prove me wrong

that your words are stronger than your body"

He sat straight and tried to get up. Trying so hard

to prove his body was stronger than his words

But he stumbled backward again failed to get

up. Of course he failed, id sure his head was still

spinning and his vision blurred from my punch.

I griped his collar to make him get up, and forced

his gaze to meet mine.

"Next time you tried to play a hero, make sure that

you have a power first." I hissed.

"She's mine, i will get her back no matter what.

You could never have her."

I was done, he really was getting on my last

nerves. I clenched my jaw and released his collar

in a second i reached my back. I took out my

gun and pulled the slide back then released it. I

removed the safety and pointed the loaded gun

to his head. He asked for it, he was the one who

asked for his death. I was pulling the trigger, when

i heard her screaming, made me released the

trigger.

"No ! Please don't !"

She came in front of me. Holding me back with

her hands on my chest. I stood still, held my

breath. No one was ever touched me. I really hate

to be touched. Every time someone touched me,

i felt angered. But now her hands was touching

me, i wasn't felt anger. In fact i was okay with it.

Noticing that the gun still pointed to his head, she

tried to shove my aiming hand but failed.

"Oh god, please don't do it. Don't kill him."

She was still trying to stopped me by holding me

back as she cried in my chest begging. My heart

clenched at the vision of her crying and begging

for this weak low-life. I loosened my grip on the

gun, and inhaled her head savoring her scent. I

can see from the corner of my eye, he narrowed

his gaze at our proximity.

"Come to me, babe. We'll figure this out together."

He spoke to her, gaining my piercing gaze.

I pulled the trigger again and started to squeeze it.

She screamed and paled.

"No ! For god's sake will you stop ! Kill me, kill me

instead but please don't kill him. He has nothing to

do with this."

She dragged the gun and pointed it to her chest.

My eyes widened, i clicked the safety pin on the

side immediately and pointed the gun dowmrange.

My angered exploded, she would die for this prick.

I released the magz from the gun and racked

the slide to eject any shells that maybe still in

the chamber. And drop the gun on the ground,

to prevent the idea of a gun pointed at her or

she tried to kill herself. All of the men and staffs

shocked at my reaction. The Unstoppable James

Black had been stopped by a woman.

She exhaled relief, breathing heavily. I didn't

notice she has held her breath for long. She

approached him and touched his left cheekbone

where my right hook landed.

"Oh my god, are you alright ?" She asked as he

tried to hug her.

I yanked him away from her. "Try to touch her

again, andi assure you, you'll be dead by the

morning." I threaten him.

I circled my arm on her waist and dragged her

inside. While my men dragged him out.

"Ryan !" She screamed out his name tried to get

away from me.

"Cassy

How long were they going to call each other

names ? I dragged her inside and upstairs. She

stumbled a few times while matching my long

strides. I opened her bedroom door, and threw her

to her bed. She looked up at me with fear.

"You will never see him again, ever" I said with

final.