Chapter 5 – Complaining And Acknowledging

David’s POV:

I’m in my club, talking to my best friends, complaining about my fucked life. The way my dad forced me into marriage and the crazy, ugly woman I had to marry! The content of the letter? I don’t know. If I knew, I wouldn’t have signed that curse of a marriage contract with that woman. I’m David LeAngelo, a crazy, feared one. I’m a multi-billionaire, self-made and having no fucking desire to ever marry. Why? My dad loved my mom. She was poor at origins, but he loved her for who she was and took her. They had a very romantic start and life. When they faced their first possibility of bankruptcy, which never came as my dad is not a stupid one, she ran away. Dad found out she had had a lover before running away and she was aiming that bastard, leaving us behind. Karma is a bitch, and she was hit by a car and died a few weeks later, confessing to dad that she loved him, but the younger lover was more into her heart in that last part of her life. My mom was previously a dancer, and dad wasn’t her first man. She had beauty and no man could have ever resisted her. My dad fell into her beauty more than her inside and married her. They had me a year later. My mom died when I was eleven.

You don’t want to know how much suffering and loss can take a little boy’s heart at that age. Before she ran away, she wrote a letter with my name on it. Dad told me about it, but he said he would give it to me when I’ll marry in his terms. He also said that I have to become more than he ever was and will ever be. Only then he would give me that fucking letter. I’m a grownup man now, all strong and deadly, shouldn’t give a damn on that letter as I’m 26 now, but at the bottom of my heart I still want to know what she wrote there for me. Why did she do what she did? What excuses she made? What could she possibly say to me in that last letter? Am I crazy for fucking my life with a woman I loathe for that fucking letter? Probably. I did it without thinking…. I’m so fucking regretting it now. Dad is yet to give me the letter. He said, after we walked out of the lawyer’s office, that after she moves today in my fucking house and the wedding and all are done, he’ll only then give it to me. I went rabid but he went into his car and off, leaving me there standing like a fool.

Now do you guys understand why I don’t want to marry? They’re all like my own mother. Only after money, good looks, the perfect guy and to fuck them. When they have all the package and get bored or whatever they consider, they aim another one, using the perfect guy’s assets and power, disrespecting him all over. Love? For what did my old man love my mother? What did that matter to her? She cared less. She didn’t even care about me, her own son. I only mattered more as in writing me a last fucking letter and that was all. Women? I don’t put much value on them. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not an asshole and don’t trash them. I do respect them, but not for love or marriage. That’s for fools, not for me. The perfect, real woman doesn’t exist and trust me, I had plenty of them, worldwide. They’re the same.

“She’s so fucking ugly! She’s so fucking annoying! She disrespected me in the face! She called me a fucking kid! She’s so full of herself! She has no manners! No fucking education! And I think she was either drunk or drugged! I’m so messed up right now…” I’m with the guys in a private room that gives the view inside the club on the next level under us, where the bar and ring are. I’m on the sofa, screaming my pain to them. I’m so cursed…. I thought he would change his mind…. Should have known better….

“Chill, David! You’re about to explode…. She can’t be that bad…. I know your dad. He wouldn’t do that to you. You’re his only son. He loves you.” That’s Kyle Kirrington. He’s my best friend, well, both are. He’s 27, a billionaire, too, by family, in the real estate. He’s like me towering, well-built, blue eyes, black short hair. He’s trying to cheer me up, but it’s not working. I don’t know if he loves me! If he would, he wouldn’t have done that to me!

“Kyle is right. Your old man would never hurt you, either way, David.” That is Vincent Hastuch. He’s 28, same as me and Kyle but with dark blonde hair and green eyes. He’s also a billionaire, by family. He’s an art collector. He buys things which after makes him profits in millions. He has a trained eye for hidden gems. Very skilled on that.

Kyle is having some whisky as I do on the other sofa in front of me. Vincent is with his back at us, standing, with his left hand in his pocket and whisky in his other hand, looking on the window, on the ring or bar or I don’t know where as he seems overly preoccupied and interested on what’s going on there. Saw something that you like? I guess it’s a woman.

“Vincent?” Kyle seems to have noticed, too.

“Yeah….” Passionate about what he sees… He doesn’t turn around.

“What are you looking at?” Both me and Kyle stand up. He rarely does that and for that amount of time. Very curious what picked your interest….

“Michael and a hot and angelic babe. That girl is pure. I think I fell in love at first sight. Never happened before…. Hmm…. Yes….” He smirks and points at the girl for us and at Michael. Michael was supposed to come, too, and he’s been late. That didn’t bother us as he always comes when he says he comes. Now we get the reason for his delay. He’s smirking at the girl and studying her. He’s infatuated with her. That player…. Never missing a chance to get laid…. He, he, he…. When my eyes go to the respective girl that is at the same table with another hot babe that I seem to know, a black woman, I….

“Vivian? What? What’s she doing here?!” I can’t believe my eyes. Did you follow me here?! The fuck you did!

“What? You know her? If you do, please introduce me to her. I’m really mad about her.” Vincent is pleading at me and I look at him as he’s fucking serious on this while I’m all shocked of this entire situation. What?! You love her?! Just like that?! She’s my wife!

“That’s my fucking wife!” I angrily point at her with furious eyes at him. He’s looking at me with studious eyes and takes a step back. WHAT?!

“Wait a second. You mean, the ugly and all that you said earlier,” his motioning his hand with the whisky in it to what he says to me, “about your forced wife on you…is that girl?” YEAH! CAN’T YOU SEE FOR YOURSELF?! JUST LOOK AT HER!

“Yes!” I’m boiling.

“Right. I think you’re blind. Divorce her. I’ll take her. You can’t see right because of the circumstances. Look at Michael.” He looks back downstairs. “He agrees to me as he’s now going to her table. See? I’m right and you’re wrong.” What?! He’s going to her…. Maybe he’s aiming the other one…. Not my wife!

“David? Vincent is right. You’re wrong. She’s beautiful and airs innocence.” He’s also looking at her like at a fucking saint, a beautiful saint. He’s resting his hand on my back. Michael has just approached her. She doesn’t look at him, but the other one is fucking him already. Fucking whores…. “The other one is so into Michael. I bet your wife is not from her stance and attitude. She has just noticed him. Oh! This is going to be interesting. He never gives up when he sees something he likes. Testing your wife even without acting on it! Couldn’t be better!” He’s amused and into MY WIFE! I’ll trash you guys! All three of you! You are supposed to be my friends!

“She’s scanning him. Look at her. She’s so beautiful…. Like a painting…. I’m in love….” WHAT?! Vincent is adoring her and all wet. Kyle is doing the same. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW HER!

“She has that something in her. She’s speaking to him. Ouch! She gave him the cold shower! That’s a first, Mickey! Ha-ha! The other one is so fucking him! That’s your wife? Vince is right. Divorce her and give her to me. If a woman refuses Mikey, then she’s wife material. You know that, David.” He’s smiling at me and serious. They are all genuine with what they say and how they act. I’m bombed in the head. Are you serious?! What?!

“She’s ignoring him for real and looking over her phone. Mickey is fucked. Look at the sucker! He’s so fucked! He’s fucking her already! Look at his face! Man!” Yeah, his face says more than a one fuck. He’s into her for more. I go with my stare on her and take a gasp over her being. You’re not ugly…. But you did piss me off this morning…. They are right…. Fuck! The things I said in front of her about her to dad…. She was cute though…. I smile at her now…. Don’t know why….

“Look how she stood up and walked away with her phone on, ignoring his fucking ass! Fucking divorce her…. That…,” he points with his whisky at her, “shall be my most treasured art collection. MY wife…. You Angel….” THAT’S MY WIFE! Vincent says that about my wife, Angel. I keep silent, but somehow enraged because they’re speaking and acting like this over my wife. Legal wife. “Wow! Mickey’s not giving up! He…. Ouch! She fucking punched him! THAT IS FUCKING WIFE MATERIAL AND THIS BASTARD DOESN’T WANT HER?!” He looks at me, laughing in tears.

I keep silent, watching the scene down there as Michael, without my want, has just become a target, as something in me is stirred up because of her and his actions are irritating me. I don’t know why. He goes again to grab her but now she’s all over him, beating the shit out of him. At this point I am out the door, all enraged on Michael and fast going down there. Kyle and Vincent are after me.

“David! He didn’t know! Don’t kill him…. Your wife is already kicking his ass….” Vincent. Kyle is laughing but they serious on me not killing him. I don’t know why, I don’t want her, but I do not allow her to be touched! She’s mine! My wife! On papers! And in reality! Forever! I can’t fucking divorce her!

When we reach downstairs and almost near the place she is at, a guy screams at her, calling her ‘Raven’, saying ‘back off’ and ‘don’t kill the motherfucker’, and grabs her from Michael. All three of us stop on our spots, silent, watching and hearing. My heart is taking increased beats over all this. She pushes away that guy from her, arranging herself on clothes and hair while Michael is still eye-fucking her. He’s got turned on over this. I’ll fucking kill you! That’s my wife!

“You!” She says to Michael. He’s still on the floor and so wanting of MY WIFE. “I’ve told you it’s a no. Next time stop when you’re told as you never know what crazy person you come across. Today, you’ve crossed paths with a very crazy one. I’m not going to apologize for my reaction as I’m not the one who started it.” She’s genuinely pissed off on him and serious on what she says. The other guy is now smirking at her back. He wants her, too. That’s my fucking wife, you fuckers!

“See, David? What did I say? She’s perfect…. I’m so in love…. Divorce her…, I’ll take her the next second…,” Vincent says, and I smack the back of his head, sending him murdering looks. “You said you don’t want her…. Why?”

“She’s my wife.”

Vivian turns around at the other one and punches him, too. He deserved it. I saw it. Does she have eyes at her back?

“That’s for touching me. You know not to do that.” He’s clenching his jawline, head aside. She’s in fighter mode. “Let’s go, Monroe. Let’s fuck as always, motherfucker. I’ve fucking missed your fucking ass! Hardcore, baby!”

WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?! HE’S YOUR BOYFRIEND?! She goes and takes her things, sends a look at the other girl, nod to each other with a meaning, while I’m fucking bulling right now inside. My WIFE goes to FUCK that guy and saying all that in front of me?! She goes back and starts to the exit. No, she didn’t see us. But she’ll soon see me. I won’t let my fucking wife to sleep with that guy! Or any other guy! She’s mine now! That guy is smirking at her back and following her like a puppy. You’re fucking my wife?! That’s why she said this morning about the falling in love shit?! She loves and fucks you?! This ends now! From today onwards she’s my wife! No one touches her but me!

“David? I think someone else got to her before all of us…. But I don’t think she’s into him. She wouldn’t have punched him like that if something was between them. My instincts never lie to me.” Vincent says but I’m already going after her when he says that last part.

When I reach outside, they are away but I can still hear and see them. I’m erupting inside but staying on my spot to see.

“Raven?” Why do you call her like that? She’s Vivian. She turns around to face him. The guy is resting on the spot with his back at me and she doesn’t see me as she’s focusing only on him.

“What?! Aren’t we going?! I’m already pissed off Monroe. I’m so fucking sleepy. I’m having some personal life problems which drain my life. Can we skip the judgment speech?!” She’s bitching at him.

“It’s private. We’ll take my car to the hotel. I’ll have someone get yours. Come here.” Hotel?! So you do fuck each other! And saying all that in front of me?! He motions his right hand at her, but she’s angry at him. I don’t know why all this is driving me crazy…. I don’t even want her…. I didn’t want her…. Now, I don’t know anymore….

“Monroe?” She’s rabid. “What were you doing here?” That’s a very good question. You’re a married woman now. To me!

“Following you. All day. Since you left your apartment with your little brother. Someone…is…after…you.” What?! And what?! Someone is after her?! How come? Who? He goes all lustful at her in walking, like she’s his lover, driving me nuts. She now smiles at him and drops the act. He takes MY WIFE in his arms and says something to her ear. She’s somehow keeping herself away a bit from his front but embracing him back. He kisses her ear now while I’m at my limit as she seems to not want that but faking away. What the fuck is going on?! He’s letting go of her but in slow movements and she’s looking with the corner of her eyes around, searching for cars I think as she’s looking at cars. She punches him now.

“Really?! Why the fuck did you do that, Monroe?!” He’s laughing. I’ll kill you! “No fucking black cars! I’ve always told you never to get touchy even if it’s for a mission! I can fucking protect my ass alone! Kissing my fucking ear?! Oh! Come here! You motherfucker! I’ll kill you! I’ll take no mission with you again as I’ll kill you before anyone else!” She’s beating him right now and knows very well how to hit, like a trained one. Who’s my wife?

“OKAY! Okay…. I apologize…. I couldn’t help it…. You’re so fucking cute when you go angry…” He says but I’m now grabbing him and punching him to the ground. That’s my wife….

I now turn at her as she’s looking at the guy, then at me, then back at the guy, and at me again. What?!

“Who the fuck are you?!” She takes off her shades and looks at my face while I’m raging in attitude. Are you for real? Husband…. From this morning…. Remember?!

“Why don’t you take a better look at me, Vivian? Seeing something that reminds you of someone?” Don’t make me go crazy! She’s genuinely looking at me to see from where she knows me. The guy is standing up.

“Oh, yeah…. Davy Lelo guy…. What?! What are you doing here?!” Are you fucking crazy?! I’m fuming now and take her by her right hand, dragging her. The guy has an attempt to stop me. I kill him with my eyes on the spot while she’s resisting my actions.

“She’s my wife. I suggest you back off before I change my mind and kill you here.” And I go further with her. I’m so fucking crazy! Taking her while I didn’t even want her!

“What the fuck are you doing?! Let go of me! I’ll beat you, too! STOP!” I stop, not because I’m afraid of being beaten as I’m one deadly killer in reality, but because she’s so agitated. I’m taking you home as per contract!

“Going home! You’re my wife now and I act within the contract! Other questions?!” She looks at me with angry stares. She’s so cute…. And…. The fuck you’re thinking, David?! You don’t want her! But….

“I’m not going to your home, Davy. Let go. Fuck the contract. We don’t want each other for real. Let’s get a common ground and each of us go on their separate lives. It’s best for both of us. You can sleep with whoever you want. The fuck I care. I do whatever I want, and everyone is happy. Now, let go. I have urgent business to attend to and I’m too sleepy for this entire shit. I’ll disappear before your eyes and you do the same. We are husband and wife but that doesn’t mean we need to tolerate each other more than necessary. If you’ll need me to act as your wife in public and it’s an extreme must, you call me, and I’ll do my contractual duty. Don’t worry, I’ll never need your presence, so, no call from me, ever.” I’m smacked in the head right now. She’s real and serious. She’s not playing. I just stay here, with her hand in mine, while she’s trying to get it back, but I have a strong grip, and just look at her. No woman has ever said that to me or acted like this. They usually are the ones wanting this and finding ways to get to me. This one has me on paper but doesn’t want me. She’s honest. “DAVY! I’LL FUCKING SNAP AND YOU REALLY DON’T WANT THAT! YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW ME! LET GO! NOW!”

SO WHAT IF YOU’LL SNAP?! DO YOU THINK I CAN’T HANDLE YOU?! YOU DON’T KNOW EITHER WHO I AM! SNAP!

“I would take her advice if I were you. She’s not all there for the last four years. She means it.” The Monroe guy is next to us with his hands in his pockets and serious at me. “Even if you are her husband, which I know you are, from this morning, you’ll be no exception. I know Vivian for the last nine years. She’s crazy and when I say you’ve never met one like her, I mean it.”

I still don’t let her go and I’m more infuriated than before. Yeah? Watch me!

“Crazy or not, she’s now my possession. I’m her husband. I’ll deal with her. Come on! Let’s go home! Now!” She’s against me but I continue dragging her. Crazy, huh? I’ll show you crazy! I’m not sane either! And after this morning? I’m a fucking monster!

“DAVY!” She’s screaming while I don’t look at her. It’s David!

“RAVEN! NO!” I turn my eyes at her and instinctively catch her fisted hand right before my eyes. She’s a killer in attitude right now. A real one. She starts fighting me with all she has. “RAVEN! STOP! HE’S YOUR FUCKING HUSBAND! DON’T LOSE IT!”

I grab her hands and put them at her back and glue her to me while she’s fighting to get out. She can’t, I’m strong. But she’s no joke either. Look what we have here…. A little devil…. Hmm…. Starting to become interesting…. Maybe dad was right about you…. Yeah, yeah…. Fight…. You can’t…. I smirk at her while she’s calling me names and struggling to get off.

“I’ll fucking kill you! You fucking monster! You’re still a fucking kid! Let go or I’ll fucking bite you! I’m rabid right now!” Oh, yeah? Never been bitten before…. My little vampire…. You can if you want…. I don’t mind…. Let’s see that, too…. He, he, he….

“Raven! Back off and calm down. He’ll let go if you calm down.”

No, I won’t. I’m keeping her tight. She’s having a labored breathing. She looks tired. I mistook it with being drunk or on drugs. But she’s not. I can see that now. And she’s indeed beautiful. And this guy is fucking annoying me though he means well.

“OKAY! I’LL FUCKING CALM DOWN! LET GO!”

You don’t seem to calm down as you’re still yelling at me…. And storming on me…. And from all this friction on me right now I think you’ve turned me on…. Yeah…. Dad was right and the guys…. I was too angry this morning to see you for you…. I don’t respond well to being forced or blackmailed…. Sorry about that…. Little vampire….

“We’ll go home, and we’ll have a long talk, honey. It’s only natural.” I take her, against her will on my shoulder, holding her tight as she’s having a rain of cursing, yelling and punches over me, and go for the car…. This is going to be fun…. The unwanted wife…. A little blood sucking beautiful vampire…. I’ll give this a try and see where it goes…. You’ve just earned a shot on me…. I smirk….