Mine

ALEXANDER

I couldn't tear my eyes away from the scene before me. I stood outside the door, looking in through the slightly opened door. I watched as Ivory whispered soothing words to Ava, stroking her hair and offering a shoulder to cry on.

I didn't want to go in and disrupt this vulnerable and delicate moment for them, in as much as I want to walk in and gather Ivory in my arms, and inhale her scent to calm down my raging insides.

I took a step back. Then two. Three. I turned and left. 

"This is the file report you asked me to bring for you, boss," Jackson said, the instant I walked into the large living room. I took the brown paper from him, and gave him a curt nod. With that, he disappeared.

"Ava's father is dead," I pointed out to Clark, who was sitting on one of the large sofas, with a drink in his hand. I approached him and sat beside him.

"Yeah." His reply was simple and short as he took another sip from his glass.

"Did you look into the incident that happened outside. I heard Ivory was outside when it happened."

"Yes, she was in the garden with Ava," he paused. "The man that was shot dead in the car was one of Ezekiel's goons. We found this in his car." He handed me a piece of cloth that had 'EK' engraved on it.

My hands folded into fists, ripping the piece of cloth in the process. Lord knows, if I get my hands on Ezekiel, I'll rip him into shreds. He thinks this is still when I was a weak and feeble mafia prince who couldn't do anything. No, not anymore, I'll destroy him or anyone who as much as tries to challenge me.

"Shit, that guy from the clubhouse, the one who gave Ava shots. He is Russo's cousin brother. That son of a bitch was planning to kidnap her. His name is Damien, and hell, he knows Ivory doesn't drink alcohol. I'm still wondering how he got that piece of information." I momentarily shut my eyes, to calm myself down. I needed to hurt someone, to punch someone right in the face.

"Did you get to him then?" Clark asked.

"No, I didn't. I couldn't trace him. It was as if he wiped his existence off the face of the earth."

"Ivory was hurt. She was so angry and hurt that I had almost gambled her off. Fuck. I wouldn't do that to her. I knew I was going to win Russo. The reason I didn't tell her was because, I know she'd never agree to it. She's too innocent and pure for our world. I don't want her tainted either." The last sentence was growled out. My voice sounded territorial.

"Do you have feelings for her?" Clark's gaze was focused on me, and the corner of his lips was tugged up.

"No, I don't. I just feel the urge and need to protect her. I don't want to see her hurt in any way or form. She's mine," I answered. I don't love Ivory. I'm not capable of loving again. Not after what Nicole did to me. I wouldn't let myself be that vulnerable again.

As someone who is my saving grace, as a girl who gave me a miracle, I just want to protect her and give her a good life. Keep her safe from the dangers of the world. My world. Who am I kidding? I'm even a danger to her too.

"You're one fucked up human, buddy." I heard Clark mutter, before he finished the rest of his drink in one gulp. "The Russian cartel are closing in on us. They're demanding for Ivory in exchange for the arms."

"I'll slit their throats and burn them to ashes if they even think about her again. They can keep their arms to themselves. Let's negotiate with the Mexican cartel." They should all leave my wife alone! It's not her fault that she's mine. Nobody, is taking her away from me. I'll burn the world down before that would happen.

A sudden scream sounded from upstairs, from the direction of my room. I immediately rushed up the stairs, the thought of one person in mind. Has an enemy managed to maneuver their way into my room and plan to hurt her?

I jerked the door of my room open almost knocking it off it's hinges. Two pair of surprised eyes stared back at me, before flickering to Clark who was behind me. I quickly looked around the room in alert. Not noticing any sign of danger or harm, I sighed, and walked towards the bed. I stood at the foot of the bed and looked down at the two girls.

My eyes met a pair of hazel for a split second before I asked, "Why you did you scream?"

"I thought I saw a squirrel under the bed." Her voice was low and hushed.

"A squirrel?" My brows raised in confusion and I turned to look at Clark who had the same expression on his face. I wanted to say something when I noticed a slight movement near my vanity. 

I slowly walked towards it, cautious enough not to alert whatever it was of my incoming attack. When I got close enough, I raised my hands to hit whatever it was, but I stopped when I heard a 'meow' sound. My brows furrowed, and I reached out and brought out a black and white fluffy cat.

"This must be the squirrel." I lifted the cat up to show it to the two girls huddled in my bed. Their look relaxed and Clark let out a soft chuckle.

"Isn't that your mum's cat?" He asked, and I shrugged. 

This is my mum's cat, Sam. It's either she forgot him here the last time she came or she purposely left him here.

"Awww, what a cute little thing," Ivory cooed. "Can I have him, please?" She gave me a pouty look and I sighed in defeat.

"It's my mum's cat. I'll have to call her and ask her if you can have it," I said, handing her the cat. Her friend, Ava, immediately jumped out of the bed and sneezed. Ivory let out a snort before giggling.

"Oh, sorry. I forgot you hated cats." She looked up at her friend and wiggled her brows at her.

"Yeah, you did." 

My cellphone rang and I shoved it out of my pants pocket to pick up the call.

"Hello, dad." I listened to hear what he'd say, but instantly regretted it.

What the hell!!