Watch What You Say

Three women in one day causing him trouble was a little much. Zane didn't intend to react so harshly. Her words however turned out to be the straw that broke the camel's back. The young mafioso could handle a lot of things, using his father as a threat didn't happen to be one.

The bedroom door being closed proved to be the best option to limit the movements of the woman underneath him. Not that it would've taken much to do that. His rather tall frame dwarfed her easily despite the high heels she wore to add an extra two inches to her height.

"If you think that using my father against me in such a way will give you what you want, I would think again." His breath came out harsh against her ear.

"You might have my father's attention due to your position but that doesn't mean you have mine. You're already walking on thin ice. If you decide to take this up with my father, I can assure you the only result will be your ruin." The woman wisely remained quiet as he continued to speak. The sudden harsh change in behavior spooked her into freezing. Unsure of how to react to the man pinning her against the door. Zane turned out to be far more of a work than she expected. At least, his father painted him as someone more docile when it came to women.

"Well, what do you have to say for yourself? You didn't seem to have much of a problem speaking in a high-handed manner earlier." Zane's intention of scaring the other worked thus far. If she thought he was what she wanted, he would just have to prove to her how wrong she was.

"You know that you can't get away with this type of behavior, you will end up in big trouble." The woman's words came out in a harsh tone. Her mouth too dry for her to speak properly.

"I have a lot of my own power that can be used to make your life hard. You should know that." Zane let out a harsh, mirthless chuckle in response to her words.

"Girl, you might think that is true but you're not part of the world I am in. That power you think can protect you and get what you want isn't as might as you think. I can guarantee that in just a few calls, your power can easily be stripped away." He didn't need her identity to make it happen. Zane knew the right people who would easily be able to find out whatever he needed.

"I suggest that you try again if you think that will get me to let you go. Instead of this, approach, you might be better off learning your place in a world you know nothing about." Putting pressure between the back of her knees with his own, he managed to get her to yield. He created a space big enough to place his left knee between her own.

"You know right now that I could do whatever it is I desire to you and everyone would turn a blind eye. Your power couldn't protect you from that and no one here would stop me since I am my father's son." His voice remained low and harsh, acutely aware of the reaction of the woman under him. The tension in her body spoke of fear but that didn't stop him.

Not even that old man. In fact, he would probably be quite pleased over such an occasion. The first time he managed to get me to be with a woman of his choice. Is that what you want?" He brushed his nose against the back of her neck. Pushing her hair out of the way and feeling as she shivered in response to the action.

"Well, what's it going to be? We can stop here for now or carry on until you give me an answer. A proper one rather than all these weightless threats you keep uttering." The mute sound that escaped her mouth became the only indication that she struggled to speak. Did she hate how quickly the situation had been turned around on her? She didn't have anyone to blame but herself for that. Zane didn't have the type of generosity that could be taken for granted.

"I want you to stop." The woman finally managed to blurt out when Zane continued to push things ever so slightly further. Tiny, subtle touches and movements were all it took to break her. Gone was the proud woman who threatened to use his father against him. Replaced instead by one who seemed genuinely afraid of what the young mafioso would do to her.

"Is that so? What do then do you think would be the correct response in this situation?" Zane would've potentially given the woman's neck a gentle to push things for if not for the terrible perfume she wore. How did anyone think that something that smelled like something spoiled could be so attractive? It seemed this woman lacked common sense in more than one area. One of the many reasons the young mafioso held little interest in rich women. Poor taste and too much trouble.

"What?" She breathed, her voice barely audible. Zane couldn't stop the smirk that spread across his face. Even if he didn't intend to do anything, that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy the fear he drew out of them by pushing the right buttons.

"The correct way to handle this would be a proper apology and to leave her without another word. Not one word to my father about this as I will know right away if you say anything to him." Zane didn't move though. He had no intention of doing that until the other apologized to him.

"I'm sorry for the way I reacted. Please let go me now." Zane wanted to push the matter further. Her apology was hardly adequate for what she did. His phone suddenly ringing stopped him before he could proceed. What poor timing. If not for the fact that it could be something important, he would've ignored it.

"I will accept your pitiful apology for now. If I find out that you have been around here again or spoke with my father, you will quickly regret your decision." Zane let the other, turning around to retrieve his phone without watching for her to leave.

He knew that his threat would be more than enough to keep her away for a while. If only all the other women were as obnoxious. He might not feel as bad for sending them away. Nor would he mind using such fear-inducing tactics to make them never want anything to do with him again. He didn't have the time though to do this with everyone woman his father brought around. Too many other important things needed his attention.

The phone call he hoped would at least be a good one. Seeing that it came from one of the many people he had been using to poke around for information. The spitfire he hoped to approach was still his best bet even if they didn't get along. Somehow, it would just have to work for them.