Chapter 8

Rodri’s Pov

The dark side of the road seems scary,but just the right way to walk through, I turn back occasionally to make sure I'm not being followed, or anything, I can't bear to return to Damian.

He killed him, I saw the cold blood on the floor and the man's lifeless eyes wide open, in his beautiful disturbing rest.

“Where the hell are you heading to”?

His voice that I have come to dread sounded from eight feet, he wasn't driving, someone else was, he had that frustrating look plastered on his face as he walked up to me.

He caught up real quick but how did he know me so well? I have intentionally avoided walking a straight path, but he still caught up with me anyway.

I want to run, but where?Just a little more time. I have to abide by his rules but when I return to England, I can be free from this psychopath.

"Do you want to go somewhere"?

Damian asked, he definitely looks absolutely fine, and indifference.

"I have practices I mustn't miss"

I said, knowing fully well he understands my point, why must I beg to be returned home when I have done so many more crazy things for him than I have ever known in my life?.

"Yeah"

He said briskly, his cold stare on the long road ahead, his eyes were solemn, not like a killer's or a kidnapper's, but rather a heartily hot man.

I remember how gentle he was with me the very first time, his arms were big but soft, his lips were hungry yet took me gently, and his beast, had given me more time to get comfortable.

He tricked me, he gave me the sweet part first and now, he's forcing me to take the bitter part of him.

"My mum"?

I hate the hitch in my voice,but it seems to be constant now, ever since I got myself in the mess with him, my words were never as straight as they used to be.

It falters and slumps, sometimes it's anger, pain, frustration and fright, Damian is the devil, who took your peace and your body.

"She's in her home, I never took her elsewhere"

He revealed, his eyes squinted and I looked away, so he'd played me. I was nothing special. If he has my body it only makes me one of his bedmates, one of his entertainers. I can't accept it, it is not acceptable.

"Don't go around poking your naughty face in my businesses Rodri"

He warned sternly as he lit his cigarette, he inhaled and puffed, pacing the wide open space in the room.

"How about you free me, I don't ever want to see you"

I blurted out knowing he hates that, but fuck it anyway.

"You follow my rules and nobody's hurt"

He said, his leg crossed as he sat, how perfect he looks, but that's just the outside I guess, he's the devil in disguise.

I want to cry but I don't want to give him that satisfaction, he's broken me just how long I know him. His dark hair arranged neatly on his forehead shines as he walks to me, his eyes a total disdain.

“If you ever try to leave me”

He breathed against my neck, he was warm, and his commanding aura sent a wet language down my trouser, followed by his devilish smirk.

“ I can be quite unpredictable”

He added, yes he scares me, but not as much as I want to believe, his eyes held dagger each and every time, but I still know for sure, he's at the mercy of my body.

I have seen his addictive look on my body, the way his eyes threaten to eat me up whole, those aren't deceit, but pure attraction that this wild, awful person has for me.

“You can't control me”

“But I can, wanna see”?

He said harshly, like he was challenged by my utterance.

“I me…mean, I don't want that “

I bellowed softly, his mouth curled up in a smirk and he motioned for me to sit, his rage subsiding.

I cooperated and sat on the sofa beside him, his meaningful stare landed on my trembling body, his hands locked with mine, and the anxiety that slowly crept inside me, strangely vanished.

He's the bad type I was warned about, but his perfect profile had deceived me, he's the opposite of what he portrays on tinder.

He's not the classic, simple man his profile said he was, this man here is complicated and dangerous.

“You will return back early morning”

He said, a way to start probably another meaningless discussion, if only he could shut up, I would have been able to sleep and try to forget the terrible things that happened, the bad things he made me do.

“I hate it when you on me Rodri”

His voice was shaky and my eyes raised, he's got a frowny plastered on his face, like he regret saying that out, but he nodded, affirming he was saying the truth.

“I might be an asshole to, but I won't lose you for anything”

There we go again, I thought, his confessions weren't something tangible after all and flipped on me every time he's having a bad day.

Why I haven't transferred school was because of him, I am beyond aware he will find me, he's a complete trouble, that's stuck on my sleeve.

“I heard you got married”?

Immediately it came out, I regretted it. I have had sleepless moments wondering who his bride was, there's no doubt she's in England, Damian would never choose to stay anywhere else.

“This is not about her”

He said, and reached for my phone, he immediately flunk it across my face and it came unlocked.

“Neymar huh”?

He asked rhetorically, his deep frown spreading over the corner of his face, I saw hurt and at the same time a quick resolution replaced the hurt.

“What can I do to make him stay away”?

It wasn't a question and I know it, my tummy churn and my heart throbs badly, as his deadly glare fell on me.