Chapter 2

Aria's POV

The vehicle came to a stop in front of this huge freaking mansion, all black and shiny like something out of a billionaire soap opera.

I didn't waste any time when the lock clicked open. As if my life depended on it, I pushed the door open and rushed toward the front entrance—because, well, it almost did. The beast behind me simply stood with his hands in his pockets and a fucking smirk on his lips as if he was having fun with our little game. Before I could react, he raised a hand, and the large front doors clicked shut.

What. The. Hell.

I grabbed the fucking handle tightly as I crashed to a stop. Nothing. I just pounded on the door, my fucking heart beating my rib cage.

"Please! Open the door!" My voice shattered, panic clawing at my throat.

A low gurgle sent shivers down my back.

"Baby, that's sweet," Ryan's voice came from behind me, as smooth as ever. "But useless."

I spun around—mistake. He was standing right behind me. I made a move to zip past him, but he was quicker. Much quicker. Before I was even able to take one step, his hands wrapped around my waist, and the next I knew—

"NO! Put me down, you psycho!" I screamed, thrashing about like a feral cat. My fists rained down on his back, but given that he was as big as a damn tank, it likely felt like being struck by a pair of marshmallows.

He just laughed. I despised him.

Ryan lifted me up with ease, tossing me over his shoulder like a rice sack. He squeezed his hold on my thighs, and I bucked hard. "You're staying, sweetheart. Period."

I flailed more ferociously. "The hell I am!"

My cries rung out along the sweeping hall as he half-carried, half-dragged me farther into the manor, his arrogant confident step making it loudly obvious he wasn't even getting winded.

Unknown to both of us, an unseen pair of eyes watched us.

A girl, standing in the shadows of the kitchen, held the lip of the counter tightly, her heart racing.

"Who is she? And why does she seem so… frightened?" Her brow furrowed as Ryan walked up the grand staircase out of sight.

Whatever I was, I wasn't here voluntarily.

He went into his room and threw me onto the bed roughly, locking the door. My eyes opened wide with fear as i stepped back.

"Do you have any idea how gorgeous you look, little girl?" Ryan said.

"No, don't touch me," i begged, shivering.

"Why would I ever send you away, little girl? I bought you. You belong to me now," he stated, placing his knee on the bed.

"S-stay back from me," I stuttered, trembling and attempting to stand up from the bed. Ryan jerked me roughly onto the bed and leaned over me and I wept while shoving him, but it was to no avail.

He leaned in near my neck, sniffed and licked it. "No, please leave me," I wailed when he licked my neck.

"Ah, little one, you smell so sweet like candy," he growled, his voice husky.

I tried to push him, but he became angry and held my wrists in his large hands.

"Don't worry, little one, I will take care of you, but... slowly.

We have the whole night," Ryan said smiling, and I just cried.

"Tell me your name," he asked, and I just cried and was silent.

"I SAID TELL ME YOUR FUCKING NAME," Ryan yelled, and i cringed badly.

"A.... Aria," i stuttered amidst my tears.

"Ahh.....Beautiful, just.... like you," he murmured, grasping my wrists in one hand. My wrists were so small that they appeared to vanish in Ryan's large hand, Asshole was a beast so of course, he got fucking huge hands.

He stroked the back of his fingers on my damp cheeks and wiped away my tears. He placed his hand on my neck and collarbone, then around my waist, and pinched it.

"Please stop it. Leave me, please," i pleaded, sobbing.

"You're mine now, baby girl, you're mine" Ryan stated, his eyes flashing with ownership. "I'm not going to let you go, never ever."

"I-I don't belong to you," i screamed & Ryan's face grew angry.

"You're mine alone," Ryan snarled, his voice low and menacing. "Keep that in your head."

"Why are you doing this? I didn't do anything bad," i wept, but Ryan only smirked, his eyes flashing with humor, as he leaned his face closer to mine.

"You are a treasure, little one," Ryan spoke in his deep voice. "You did nothing, but your beauty captured my attention & now you are Ryan Morgan's.

He let go of my hands, and my eyes opened wide in shock. "R.Ryan Morgan," i stuttered, my eyes wide with fear.

He was pleased with my response, because he enjoyed it when a person was afraid of him. "Yes, little one, I'm Ryan Morgan. Now, don't waste time, and let me take care of you," Ryan told me, his eyes radiating lust.

I opened my eyes wide as Ryan moved to the face of mine. I shoved him hard, and he lost his balance. He fell onto the bed, and i rushed towards the door, attempting to open it, but it was locked.

He gazed at me with a grimy smirk and stood up from the bed. "Why waste your energy, little one? You can't escape from me," Ryan told me, taking a step forward.

I gazed at him with scared, tearful eyes. "N-no, don't approach," I pleaded.

Ryan didn't listen and swept me up bridal style, dumping me roughly on the bed. I attempted to rise, but he thrust me back onto the bed and towered over me.

"Leave me, no, please," i screamed, shoving Ryan off me, but he did not move.

He leaned in near my face and attempted to kiss me but i turned my face. He gripped my jaw roughly and pressed our lips together. I attempted to shove him while sobbing.

He stepped back slightly and licked my lips with his tongue, then stuck our lips together again, sucked my lips and made open-mouthed kisses on my lips. He nipped my lips, but i did not open my mouth, which annoyed him. He nipped my lips roughly again, and i hissed in agony, opening my mouth.

Ryan pushed his tongue into my sweet mouth and began to probe my mouth. I was slapping on his chest, struggling to get away.

He withdrew my lips after 10 minutes, and i was sobbing, coughing, and panting. Ryan smiled, looking at my state. "Ahhh, you look so sexy, little one," he whispered, kissing my jaw.

He glanced at my neck and licked his lips, proceeded to my neck and bit me, screaming. "Nooooo, stop it, just let me go," i pleaded, but Ryan didn't, seems I'm fucked.

He sucked my neck, hickeys formed. I fucking crying and pleading him not to do it, but that bastard was lost.

Ryan breathed in my fragrance, relaxing his mind. My cries sounded like melodies to him.

He took off his fucking shirt & threw it somewhere in the room, scaring me even more.

"No, please put on your shirt, don't please don't do that," I cried , trying to get up but Ryan pushed me back onto the bed like that monster was showing me who's boss.

"I will make you mine today, little one. You are only mine," Ryan said with his lustful eyes.

"No, no, please no," i screamed but Ryan didn't hear my pleas. He resumed kissing me, and i was just sobbing, I was still in fucking shock what they did to me so sobbing was the only thing I could do.

He put his hand in my shirt and stroked my smooth, flat stomach, went up and touched my smooth, puffy little breasts. "Mmmmm," i cried out in Ryan's mouth when he touched my sensitive breasts, sending shivers to his mouth and exciting him even more.

He switched our positions, and I had my lips with him for 5 minutes. Now he lay on the bed, and I was over him. He was gripping my waist hard, and I was trying to escape from his grip.yeah I was trying.just trying, you know.

Ryan groaned as our bodies touched each other because of my movement. "You are even more beautiful in my arms, little one," Ryan said, and i felt nauseated.

"Leave me, you fucking bastard," i yelled, and Ryan's smile turned to anger.

"What did you say?" Ryan warned.

"Y-yes, you are a FUCKING bastard," i yelled again, but wished I hadn't after hearing his words.

"You called me a bastard. Now, I'll tell you what a real bastard will do," he said, his eyes burning with fury. He shoved me back onto the bed, ripped my shirt, and i screamed.

He looked at my slim, bright & curvy body and pounced on my collarbone, biting & sucking it like crazy. "No, please, I'm.... sorry, please .. just... Let me go" I pleaded, sobbing.

Ryan was sucking and nipping at my neck and collar when his phone rang. He disregarded it, but it kept ringing. He growled, stood up from me, and took the call.

I instantly sat up and covered myself with a sheet, sobbing hysterically.

"Yes?" Ryan replied, staring at me with lust, but his face changed to anger upon hearing the call.

"What the hell? How did this occur?" Ryan yelled, and I winced.

"I'm on my way," Ryan stated and hung up the phone. He grabbed his shirt, grabbed his gun, and came toward me, i retreated until my back was against the headboard.

He stroked my face with the tip of the gun and placed the gun against my chin. I gazed at him in terror, clutching the sheet with tears.

"We'll pick this up once I've attended to my business," Ryan smiled and departed, locking the door behind him.

The moment Ryan departed, uncontrollable sobs rocked my mouth. "Mom, dad, why did you abandon me alone? Look, what's going on with me now. I wept but was a little relieved as that jerk was no more. Still hard to believe the shit he was attempting to do with me, like what the fuck!

Was he pissed or was it his some kidna fantasy that made me obey him.

Anyway. whatever.

I cried myself out, got up from bed and reached to grab my shirt to wear but it was in shreds. Tears came in my eyes all over again remembering what had happened. Asshole.

I glanced in Ryan's wardrobe and opened the door, selecting a hoodie to put on. It was large for my petite frame, definitely he's beast.

I wouldn't wear it because it was stinking like That fucking asshole, and the mere smell caused me to shiver. There was no way out. I slept on the couch and lost consciousness, fatigue getting the best of me.

Author's POV

The second Ryan entered his office, the atmosphere was off. Tension in the air was so thick you could likely cut it with a knife. His men? Not a peep. Robert? Guilty as sin, hanging his head like a little kid caught sneaking out after curfew.

Tsk. Never a good sign.

Ryan hardly gave him a glance before slumping into his chair, fingers drumming against the desk. "Start talking." His tone? Ice. Chisel. The type that made people reevaluate their choices in life real quick.

Robert swallowed hard. "B-Boss… when I arrived, Mark came running—guy looked shaken. Told me someone broke into our system, copied everything. Guns, drugs, private information—all of it." He breathed out, not looking at Ryan. "Our hacker traced the break-in to Mr. Jung. That son of a gun stole our files and—" He paused. "Boss, he was on his way to Mathews's mansion."

.

Dead. Silence.

Then—BAM!

Ryan's fist hit the desk, shaking everything on it. Robert nearly leapt out of his own skin.

Where the fuck is he now?

Ryan's voice went low and deadly.

Robert? Still quiet.

Bad idea.

"I ASKED YOU A FUCKING QUESTION, ROBERT!" Ryan's voice lashed through the room like a whip, causing his men to jump like someone just cocked a fucking gun.

"S-Sorry, boss!" Robert stuttered, sweating bullets in real time. "We… we lost him. He ran."

Ryan let air out of his nostrils, jaw tightening. "Oh? And how, precisely, did he get away from you when you already knew where his damn face was?"

Robert faltered, looking at the ground as if it held secrets. "Boss… Mathews's hacker assisted him."

Ryan licked his teeth, smirking. Of course. That snake never played by the rules.

"Robert." His voice was serene—too serene. And that? That was more awful than when he was yelling. "I want that son of a bitch at my feet by dawn. No excuses."

Robert nodded so quickly he probably gave himself whiplash. "Y-Yes, boss."

"Good." Ryan sat back, a slow smile curving his lips. "Now go. And don't fucking let me down again."

Robert took off like his life was on the line. Which it probably was.

Now by himself, Ryan sighed, rubbing his forehead. The entire night had been a damn debacle.

And then, as a flawless distraction, her face entered his head.

Ah, baby girl…

His smirk grew.

"I figured I'd have you for supper tonight," he grumbled, tone low and chuckling. "But that moron Jung had to screw up my schedule." A quiet laugh escaped him. "Don't fret, little one. We'll get on with it once I'm back."

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4:00 AM

A knock at the door had Ryan opening one eye. Ugh. Four AM? He didn't get any damn sleep.

"Come in," he grumbled, voice sleepy but still crisp.

Robert entered, slightly less guilty-looking than before. "Boss. He's in the basement."

Ryan's lips curled. At last.

"Good job, Robert."

He grabbed his gun, switched the safety off & strode down to the basement as if he owned the fucking building.

The second he stepped inside, the reek hit him— wet concrete, rusty metal & the sharp smell of fear. His boots echoed off the floor as he stepped inside —slow and deliberate.

And there he was.

Mr. Jung.

Bound to a chair, his one eye swollen shut, and looking like utter crap.

Ryan smirked, head titling. "Well, well, well….... if it isn't the biggest dumbass of the century."

Jung groaned, raising his head with a wheeze.

Ryan let out a cold chuckle, rolling his shoulders. "Let's chat a little, shall we, huh?"

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He went back to his mansion & into his room, where he found her— asleep on the couch, sleeping like a baby.

"Oh, my little girl, why are you sleeping here?" Ryan asked, kneeling down to her level. She was fast asleep, being gorgeous.

He held his hand up to her face but—noticed blood on it. He withdrew his hand. "Sleep, baby girl.I'll just shower," Ryan said, going off to shower.

After showering, he came back into the room, dressed in clean clothes. He went over to her, gently picking her up and placing her down on the bed.

He surveyed her form. "My little one is wearing my clothes. It's a good look on you. You're the only person I allow to touch my things," Ryan declared, standing over her, who was sleeping.

He looked intensely at her innocent face & his heart started pounding. He pushed the feeling aside and lay down next to her, embracing her tightly and burying his face in her soft neck.

Her fragrance relaxed Ryan.

Later, Ryan fell asleep, embracing her tightly.

At 10:00 AM

I woke up, my eyes still closed. The room was still dark due to the black curtains on the windows. I felt a hard grip on my waist & warm breath on my neck.

I opened my eyes at once & saw myself in the Mafia's arms. What the fuck!!

I opened my eyes wide in terror & attempted to release myself from his fucking grip. But because of my movement, The monster awakened.

Where are you running off to, little one?

Ryan spoke in his morning tone.

L.let go of me. please, I whispered, shaking in terror.

Why???? He pulled me towards him.

His rigid chest was against my tender chest & I swallowed.

"Mmmmm. baby you're making me hard in the morning," He said, cuddling into my neck.