4. Dawn Amber

Dawn-

“Dawn…” I flinched listening to his hoarse voice and quietly moved upstairs as he was following me. My room is not exactly in the best condition since I lack the ability to clean it. 

He stood outside my room as I went in with hesitant and fearful steps afraid of the outcome, I was gonna get. For this document, he came all the way back to my house and I ruined it. 

I pulled the coat out which was soaking wet in water, my hands started shivering to look at the dreadful sight, I slid my hands inside the pocket and found a wet, crumbled paper. 

Gross.

“Uh! Everything’s fine… it’s just a little wet.” I scratched my head walking toward him. The moment I tried to open it; it tore apart into pieces. 

His jaw dropped, speechless, shocked and dreadful, he was going to kill me. His veins popped out of his forehead and he punched the wall slightly taking support of it. I felt he’d lash out at any given moment. My body was shivering with fear, eyes battling to find a normal place to look at which is not his face. 

I saw his gaze piercing my soul as I just stood there like a dumb creature.

But to my surprise, he turned around leaving, not saying a word as if he just faced great disappointment and bullshit all at once. I shouldn’t feel bad because he deserved it however my kind and sympathetic and pure heart couldn’t take the guilt anymore.

I don’t know why I am so foolish; this document must’ve been really important. “Uh! Mr. Eldorado…” I muffled; he turned around. 

“I know I did wrong, it’s okay to hate me, however---.” My stupid conscience made me speak things I didn’t mean while apart of me was really glad.

“I don’t hate you, I'm just not necessarily excited about your existence.” He left instantly as I stood there dumbfounded. 

He left a scathing remark that left me speechless promptly leaving, the fuck?

“Mr. Eldorado…” I yelled not knowing another word, my brain stopped functioning since I felt so affronted.

“Why are you yelling?” The door swung wide and I heard my father’s voice.

Kai reacted to the sound and my father saw him.

“Mr. Kai Eldorado?” He quickly hid his bottle somewhere between his arms and acted all sobered up. 

“Mr. Mccoy, pleasure meeting you.” Kai hurriedly stalked in his direction and shook hands with him while looking at me, his gaze shouted, like father, like daughter, Clumsy and irritating.

“Stay the night, it’s getting pretty late.” My drunkard dad muttered. He wasn’t angry anymore, he thought Kai is here for me.

This mafia had no reason to agree yet I found him standing inside my room. 

We ended up here because of my father, I hate alcohol and didn’t want to speak to him hence, couldn’t object. “You could’ve said no, why are you here?” 

I shrugged glaring at him while his mouth was wide open looking at the mess in my room. “Why should I be the bad guy?” He walked quietly finding a clean spot as if he’s allergic to dirt. 

“Aren’t you the bad guy?” I murmured too low for him to listen.

I anticipated for him to be a clean freak but this is just called, getting on my nerves. “What is it?” I sat down on my bed relaxing completely. 

“Dirt creeps me out.” He groaned in a low voice as if he could barely stand it.

“Yeah! And you creep me out. There’s nothing I can do about it can I?” I titled my head, parting my lips into a wide grin, and unleashed the most fierce and savage smile ever witnessed in history.

His steps halted probably finding a clean place to stand and he looked at me, “we sure can.” His eyes rotated and I followed until both of us stopped at the shelf, not the shelf, but my underwear lying beneath it. “Seriously?” He gasped in disbelief.

“There are so many rooms, why are you forced inside mine?” I mumbled in a low voice feeling grumpy and uncomfortable around him, ignoring his stunned reaction.

“Dawn, please clean it, I have OCD, and I don’t want to pick your undies lying around.” He seemed pretty disturbed by it and I panicked.  

Ivy was too shy to say it to my face but, Kai, he is a fucking heartless, callous beast, of course he wouldn’t mind saying it.

I began picking my things up with a look called death on my face.

“Huh!” He mumbled and sat down on my bed after I changed the bedsheet for him. We didn’t talk, he had taken my bed while I was hovering around in panic. 

“Don’t do it, just go to sleep, I don’t move much in my sleep.” How can he be so cool about it? It is not like it’s his home, right? He lay down taking a deep breath while I was scared. “I don’t bite, for fucks sake lie down or go find some other place to hover.”

What in the world?

“Dawn, my patience is waning.” I smack my lips at his words and sit carefully next to him. It is my room, I’m doing no compromise.

“But dogs do bite, don’t you think?” I lay next to him. He turned his head ignoring me, his silence gives me all the more reason to say rude things.

“Dogs are cute, I am not cute and I prefer devil and if you want me to bite, I will.” The bed beside me creaked and I felt his breath falling on me. I placed my hand on my chest turning my back toward him.

My jagged breathing betrayed the reaction on my face and I knew he could sense it too, the rapid breathing of my heart.

“If you touch me, I swear I’ll kill you.” I warn him, panting loudly, “so---”

“Kill me?” He chuckled, “it would be fun.” The bed creaked again and he moved away slightly.

Death is fun for him? Being in a mafia it sure is inevitable, considering his business. He is well-known for his casinos, arm trades, and every other dark business. However, he mounted everything with a wall named, Gravity.

His hand in the entertainment industry, and his big influence even on the actors, it is astounding and scary. He controls every sector possible, hiding his dark world from the media.

Though everyone is aware the kind of man he is, no one dares say anything. He probably took it from him father Gerard Eldorado, who is exactly the same however doesn’t have this strong of an influence anymore.

Kai didn’t inherit his family business, he built everything from scratch, and the answer is still unknown.

It is not like I'm curious anyways, let him die for all I care.  

I opened my eyes groggily as the sunlight entered from the window. I didn’t know what happened but I slept instantly, it felt safer and soothing, and his scent made me dream of fairies and angels. He had this aromatic scent, a blend of fresh citrus and earthy musk, which had a subtle sweetness combined with a warm, spicy undertone.

It was so light and inviting, like a perfect balance of masculinity and sophistication, which made me sleep in a whim.

I looked around only to see him gone, unaware of the fact that he vanished without letting me know, it made me feel a little disappointed and alone as that aromatic scent suddenly died out. 

As if this place wasn’t mine to begin with, as if he had left an essence of him.

“Dawn…” I jumped from the bed hearing a knock and Ivy entered. 

“I thought you left with him.” He looked at me with eyes of pity and I shrugged trying to distract myself from the emptiness. 

I didn’t say a word, more like I didn’t want to and barged inside my bathroom to take a shower. My heart was beating fast and when I stood before the mirror to wash my face, scream became an underrated word for the voice that came out of my mouth.

My eyes landed on the letters carved with my red lipstick. He touched my things, he ruined my lipstick. How did he find it was another question but---

You owe me $300,000.

My eyes went wide as I saw the infinite zeroes on my wall. Do they have an end?

I quickly dialed his number but, he didn’t pick up and decided to drop a text instead.

ME: What is this nonsense? If you want money, how about you beg for it?

What is this behavior of dominantly asking for money, money that I don’t owe you.

I got ready instantly and ironed his coat taking it with me.

“Where are you going?” My father questioned as he saw me stomping down the stairs from my room. To my surprise he was awake and, in his senses, a rare sight to see.

I didn’t reply and grabbed the key from the guard leaving for his mansion. My veins were pulsating in anger, how can someone be so unexpected and brutal? 

And this is the man my father chose for me? This is the good he saw in Kai Eldorado? I mean I’m glad I'm not married to him, yet but what about the future? The hell would break loose.

The car seemed useless as I stood before his mansion with expensive and shiny cars and I was stopped at the entrance.  

“Sorry, we can’t let you in.” I tried to drive inside his mansion, even a kid would know his address, he was so eminent for his brutality, he was a fucking cold-hearted beast. 

“I’ll handle it, Marvin.” Huh? I opened my mouth wide and before I could say anything.

“We’re twins.” He chuckled. “I'm Banner,” I could say nothing as he opened the door for me and we walked inside. “I met you last night.”

“Yeah! I remember.” I said, scrutinizing him with my gaze.

“Here you are.” I was escorted inside this huge manor; I faltered as soon as I stood before his room. My eyes scanning the doors and I inhale before barging in without even considering.

“Didn’t anyone teach you how to knock?” He looked up from his documents. 

“Sadly, I don’t have a mother and my father is always drunk so, no!!” I yelled smashing my hand on his table. He smirked; I swear I saw him mocking me in a situation like this. 

“Why hurt yourself?” He placed the document down. 

“Then, shall I hurt you?” I blurted shit and his lips curved into a grin.

“Glad you did your homework, you’re funny now.” He crossed his arms walking in my direction.

“You’re the one who’s funny because you really take your jokes to a different level.” I taunted.

“A debt like that is a joke to you?”

 “Then, what is it?”

 “So, you came all the way here for a mere joke?” He took another stride in my direction making my heart flutter. I gulped in nervousness as he kept on growing nearer to my body. “So, how are you going to pay?” He gritted his jaw and sat on the table crossing his long giraffe legs. Why is he so tall?

“I'm not paying you anything…”

 “Then why did you come here?” I hated how straightforward he was. He would make my skin crawl in anger and still be so indifferent about it. “I would’ve made thousands of dollars by now, but your stupidity is becoming my downfall already.” He got up and this was the first time I saw him speaking a long sentence.

“You fucking---” I got cut off immediately as he held my hand gripping them tightly. 

“Being a girl, you curse a lot.” He choked me with his hands pulling me closer to his body.

“Fuck off, asshole.” I grunted and he blinked in surprise, “when I can dress a certain way to please men, I can surely cuss at you.” His brow rose up and his strength made me move closer, his eyes inflicting ire as he hissed, eating up atrocious words, letting them settle.

Why is he holding back? I’d like to fight.

My back touched his chest and I still could see a bothered mien on his face. “I heard you declined the proposal!!” 

He whispered in my ear, my legs quaked from his debauched voice and I gulped my dreads down. 

“You don’t like me, the same goes for me, what’s the point to marry each other? Fuck you and your marriage.” I came out as strong as possible. Because I know I am at my weakest near him. 

“Dawn Mccoy,” he finally let go of me and I coughed breathing all the air possible, “apologize for disrespecting me.” He pushed me away and fixed his coat throwing a charade of class, something he doesn’t have.  

All this fuss for a fucking apology? “I suck at apologies so, unfuck you or whatever.” I placed his coat on the table taking it out from my bag.

I don’t understand the reason why I ironed his coat but I surely can comprehend my action of crumbling it as I thumped it down on the table.

 “Let’s never meet again, Mr. Eldorado.” I turned around, “it was unpleasant meeting you.” His heel met the ground as he quickened his step and grabbed my arm. “Let’s forget whatever happened,” I shrugged my shoulder, “it’s not like I’ll see you again.”

“What?” My breath faltered, “what did you just say?” Did I offend this rude bastard?

“What?” His hands limply fell in the air as he gawked at me with surprise scrutinizing my face with his filthy gaze.

“Nothing,” he jerked the weird reaction off his face as if he had zoned out for a while, “I talked to your father; our engagement ceremony is tomorrow.” Gaining back his composure, he exclaimed making them his final words.

“This is not what you want either.” 

“You’re old enough to know not everything happens the way you want them to.” He finally let go, his eyes glaring at mine, “life is not about wants but needs.” He moved away.

“Needs? I don’t need to marry you, I don’t even need you.”

“Who said I was talking about you?” He left me in his office, my eyes still gawking at the place he was just standing at. What was he trying to say?