Chapter 4

"No, no, no," I screamed out as one of Alpha's men dragged me outside. My screams were the only sound saturating the air, but no one was willing to come to my aid.

When I made it impossible for the guard to drag me anymore, he landed a thunderous slap on my cheeks, and I lost balance, landing on the floor on my ass.

"How dare you!" I heard him roar, and before I could say a word, he grabbed the guards by the throat with his left hand, lifting him above the ground while everyone watched. I was speechless watching him from the ground, where I am sitting. The picture of him killing that innocent girl at the market flashed right before my eyes. I guess he has a knack for choking people out.

"I...... " I was cut off by the sound of his right hand going right into the guard's chest. He pulled his hand out and ripped out his beating heart.

clutching it in his hands with blood dripping from it. He quickly dumped the lifeless body of the guard on the floor. His gaze met mine, and his eyes were pitch-dark like those of a demon.

He tossed the heart covered in blood on the floor, and I instantly emptied my bowels on the floor as I could no longer fight the urge to puke my guts out.

"No one, and I mean no one, lays a finger on my property," he roared, looking more deadly than he was earlier. I lifted my head up to see Alpha's men all on edge with fear etched on their faces.

No one dared challenge him, nor did they make a sound; every one of them recoiled into their shells while avoiding his gaze. I was more scared of the murderous intent he was emanating.

"Come now, Axios, was that really necessary?" I heard a familiar voice from behind. Alpha appeared from God knows where, inspecting the body on the floor. He wasn't challenging him, nor did he show any sign of anger for killing one of his, but he was patronizing him before he did more damage.

"Careful, Damian, I won't mind ripping your heart out too."

"Please, Axios, I'm just a fan of your art," he said, raising both hands in surrender. I looked at them both, addressing themselves on a first-name basis.

"Get up!" he said without glancing at me. He sounded gentle, but I could read the command hidden in his voice. He was busy cleaning off the blood on his hand with a handkerchief.

I quickly got off the floor without being told the second time. The last thing I want to do now is piss him off. He pulled off the black jacket he was putting on to expose his muscular body; even with the button-down shirt he was putting on, it was damn difficult to hide those abs. He threw the jacket at me. "Cover up!" he scowled.

Without being told I quickly wore the jacket, I guess seeing me in only lingerie bothers him. "Weird dude," he doesn't have a problem ripping people's hearts out but has a problem with seeing me in lingerie.

He glanced at me with a laser eye before turning away. Sending shivers down my spine, "Did he hear me?" I asked myself, confused.

"You will get your money in the next 2 hours," he said, turning to face the Alpha, his face devoid of any emotions.

"Anything you say, Axios," Alpha replied, signaling his men to take away the body on the floor.

"Let's go!" he commanded, heading towards a car parked at the corner. I trailed behind him like a fool, with teary eyes, and like a sheep, led to the slaughter.

"Capo, where are we headed?" a tall tattooed man holding the door asked Axios.

"Home," he commanded.

"Get in," he said, looking at me, but this time his gray, dreamy eyes were staring gently into my electric blue eyes. I instantly got into the car.

We both sat at the back of the car without saying a word to each other. The tall man who held the door earlier was sitting in the front seat.

Axios tilted his head backward and closed his eyes. I knew it was about time to run from the demon sitting next to me. I didn't want to get on his nerves, but I also didn't want to be anywhere near him. I held onto the car door, occasionally looking from Axios to the tall dude sitting in the front seat. God so gracious, he was busy with his phone. The driver didn't give a damn about me, and I loved it that way.

I knew it was now or never. I prayed silently for the driver to slow down a bit. I smiled heartily when the traffic light ahead of us turned red. I guess the god of luck decided to smile on me this once.

The driver stepped on the brake and we were patiently waiting for the light to turn green. I grabbed the door tightly while counting down to when I would pull it open. I didn't want to open it yet so they wouldn't come running after me. I took a final glance at him just to be sure he was still asleep.

I sighed in relief, seeing him in the same position. Immediately the light turned green. The driver stepped on the acclerator, but he wasn't speeding yet. I grabbed the door handle and pulled it open.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." I heard his deep voice, and my heart sank into my stomach as I held the door but couldn't jump. I was done for. The last guy that got him pissed had his heart ripped out.

I turned around, and he was staring right at me. I shuddered at his dark eyes, and without thinking, I jumped out of the car. I was struggling to grab onto the door handle, but it was damn slippery.

"No!!!" He screamed. I grabbed my head with both hands; I didn't want my head bashed in from the fall. I landed on the road, and the car stopped immediately.

"Capo!" Why the fuck are they calling out for him when I was the one that fell? I wasn't in pain like I thought I would. Judging from where I fell, I felt a hand holding me by the waist. I opened my eyes to find out that I didn't land on the tarred road like I had thought but was actually on top of Axios.

I was out of words to say; I just laid on top of him, staring him in the eyes like an enchanted puppy. His body was as hard as a rock.

"Do you mind?" he growled. His face was emotionless, and his voice knocked some sense into me.

I jerked off his body immediately. "Are you okay, Capo?" the tall dude worriedly asked.

"I'm fine, he said, jerking off the floor. I stood transfixed to the spot, waiting for his verdict. My eyes caught his torn hands that were oozing out blood.

"If you ever try to escape from me again, I will chain you down like a dog till you fucking behave," he growled, sending fear down my spine.

"Take her," he commanded.

I quietly followed the dude without saying a word. We both got back into the car, and he went back to his normal position, resting his head on the couch with his eyes closed.

I couldn't stop glancing at his torn right hand, still dripping blood. It must be painful, judging from how deep the wound looked, but he didn't flinch.

It was as though he felt absolutely nothing.

 

"I really shouldn't have pulled that stunt." I thought, I felt guilty for getting him hurt, but I was more scared for my life. The fact that he remained silent even after trying to escape from him scared me more. I suddenly yearned for Gramps; if only she wasn't dead, I wouldn't be in this sh*t.

"I'm dead," I thought, sobbing silently.

"Yeah, you will be dead if you pull that shit again," he scolded, wearing a serious look.

I turned to see him still in that position, I began wondering if he could read my mind or he just guessed right.

Whatever it was, I knew he meant every bit of his threat.

I was almost in tears when the car pulled up in front of a mansion. It was beautiful, all the fear I had earlier vanished the minute I stepped into the house, It felt so cozy and warm.

The scent in the house suddenly became intoxicating, beckoning on me to inhale more. I was practically possessed by the scent; my gaze fell on him, and I remembered my predicament once again.

"Sir, you called."

A pretty lady in her forties, her brown-black hair tied in a high pony and wearing an apron, was standing before us with her head bent and hands held together at her back.

"Take her."