Chapter 6

Xavier

It's been a week since I had seen Ariana. I've been too damn busy planning my revenge on Arturo. Since he sent that message threatening me to release Ari, he's gone silent.

It was obvious that he was planning something. I couldn't be caught off guard. It was hard to concentrate with her damn face flashing through my mind all day long.

I was going insane over the enemy's daughter. This girl would soon be the death of me.

The way she said my name made me loose my shit completely. I had absolutely no composure. Keeping her here was the best decision I ever made. Knowing I had something Arturo wanted and couldn't access turned me the fuck on.

I hear a knock on the door. I know the only person who would knock so damn softly was Camilla.

“Come in!”

“Boss, she's ready.” Camilla had been reporting to me daily. I couldn't just let Ariana be by herself for too long, she'd go crazy.

Camilla said she didn't eat much. I suspected that It was because of the environment change. Or the fact that she was at the mercy of the man that killed her parents. But it didn't seem to be the case.

I figured that she could use a change of scenery so I had Camilla pick up some clothes for her. She needed to go outside.

“Send her in Camilla.” Camilla nodded then exited the room.

Without knocking, she barged in. Her insolence made me want to do all sorts of things to her.

“You called for me. And made me dress up like a preppy princess.” She took a good look at herself before her eyes met mine.

“Isn't that what you are? You attended a Swiss boarding school, wore a fucking uniform. Now that I think about it, you'd look so good in one.”

Her eyes flashed with fear and irritation. “No, don't even think about it.”

I stood up from my chair and walked closer to her. The closer I got to her, the further she moved from me. My hand gripped her neck, ”You think you have a choice mama. You're my toy. I can put you in whatever the fuck I so desire. If I want you to be my bunny, you will be my bunny.’’

She swallowed hard, holding onto my hand. Her hands were so soft and so fucking fragile. I wonder how they'll feel around my dick.

“Apologize to me!”

“I'm sorry.” She struggled to breathe, tears streamed down her face.

“I'm sorry who?”

“I'm sorry Don Castello!”

That sounded like music to my ears. I let go her. She choked uncontrollably. I poured her a glass of water and placed it on the ground. She pushed the cup on the ground spilling the content. This girl was disrespectful, a little brat! She needed to learn a lesson or two.

“Lick the water off the ground!”

Her eyes blazed with anger. “Fuck you Lucky!”

I felt my dick throb. She was turning me without even trying. I scoffed, ”If you can't lick the water, maybe you can lick something else.’’ With my tone, I was sure she completely understood what I meant.

“No, please. I'll lick the water off the floor!”

Her fear was the most amusing thing I had seen in a while. I walked to closer to her, tugging her head back. “You can curse with that mouth, now I want to see what else that mouth can do.”

Ariana's eyes pooled with tears. “Please!” She pleaded but I wasn't having it.

“Take off my trousers!”

She muffled her cries and did as I said, unbuckling my belt then pulling my pants down.

“Yes? How are you going to suck my dick if you can't see it?”

Ariana pulled my boxers down. When her eyes met my dick, she swallowed hard.

“It's too big. I can't--” Before she could even complete her sentence, I pushed myself in her mouth. Her eyes popped out of her head. “Open wide!” I ordered. Her mouth was so damn warm. I was ecstatic.

She used her hands for support, her head bobbing up and down. “Good girl.” I took all her hair in my hands. I needed to see the look on her face. Her eyes met mine. The hate and fury in them only fueled my desire further.

I pulled out of her. I had made my point already, there was no need to overdo it. “Stand up!” I picked up a wet wipe and cleaned her face with it.

“Wash your face and be down in two minutes!” Maybe now she can learn to keep her mouth shut.

I cleaned myself up then headed downstairs. She sat quietly on the couch. All the life had drained out of her eyes. I made a promise and I intend to keep it, breaking Ariana Morales seemed to be easier than I thought.

Now, she was ready to go outside. The girl needed training and I was more than happy to do it. My hand was hooked in her's for the whole car ride. It was either that or cuffing her. There was no way I could trust the girl.

The car stopped right at the archery range. The sun outside was perfect. I figured the best thing I could do for her was to bring her outside. Archery practice was the first thing that came to mind. It was one of father's favorite hobbies.

Her hands look too weak to even handle a bow.

“What's this?” She made a poker face.

“It's archery--”

“Obviously, my question is why?” She rolled her eyes wildly.

It seemed like she hadn't learnt her lesson yet. I walked towards her till our faces are only an inch apart. She has disdain written all over her expression.

“Unrepentant I see.” Camilla look sincerely concerned for Ariana. Lorenzo on the other hand was completely unbothered.

Her eyes left mine and darted to the quivers that my men had placed on the ground.

“How does it work?” Her voice tinged with curiosity.

“Now that's better!”

I picked up a bow and arrow. “Watch me!” I ordered. Her eyes stayed on me. “First of all, your stance is important. Keep your dominate feet forward.”

Nocking my arrow and drawing the bow, I release the arrow and almost hit the bullseye. She looks at me like I'd just done a magic trick.

“It's your turn!”

She lazily picked up the arrow and bow. Her stance was completely off. I walked up to her and used my legs to position hers properly. She glances up at me. I'm just noticing how blue her eyes are. Brighter than her daddy's.

“What are you looking at?” Her words snap me back to the present.

"Ready?" I ask with a stern voice.

“No, I'm not! I don't even know--”

“Shoot! Now!”

Ariana releases the arrow and it falls right in front of her feet. She's weak!

“I'm sorry.”

“Don't apologize. Make the bullseye!”

“What do I get in return...if I make the bullseye.”

A scoff escapes my lips. She is more of a business man than her father, always trying to make a bargain.

“If you make the bullseye,” which I know she won't, “You'll take a tour round the city, in my helicopter! I'll let you go out, supervised, that is.”

The bright look in her eyes when I'm done talking almost makes me feel bad for her. Almost.

She takes a look around the place, at my men precisely. “I want them gone. I'd feel at ease if we were alone.”

That was one hell of a request. But the fact that she'd be more comfortable with me makes me feel a little special. A smirk appears on my face. “Leave! Everyone! Now!”

She smiles at that. Granting her every request is now the normal. This little girl has me wrapped around her fingers. In a moment, everyone is gone, except Lorenzo.

I send him a look that speaks for itself. “Me too boss?”

“Yes, you too!” He face looses all the expression. He walked over to the other shooting line with a scoff that I couldn't miss.

Ariana picked up the quiver. She adjusted the strap of her quiver over her shoulder, her fingers tracing the smooth wood of the bow. She glanced over at me, with a devilish smile on her face.

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

She walked backwards, too far from the targets. Ariana took her position, her stance was perfect. She almost looked like she knew what she was doing. With her body language, I'm certain she's done this before. Was I being played by a twenty year old?

She drew the bowstring back with practiced ease, her eyes narrowed as she aimed at the target. With a soft release, the arrow sailed through the air, landing directly on the inner circle of the target.

“Bullseye!” She yelled.

Another arrow went into her bow, this one was pointed at me. All the muscles in my body tensed up. Was she really going to shoot me?

Even if she does, there's no way she's living this place alive, and she knew it.

The next arrow zipped through the air. It grazed my hand slightly. She did that on purpose, she missed on purpose. Ariana was showing me that she was in control.

“The next one isn't going to miss,” she announced. I grabbed my arm which was already bleeding. Fuck, this girl!

My brain instantly went blank. One thing cane to mind and it was a shot. I began to walk towards her. Her resolve was melting right in front of me, she couldn't do it.

“Shoot,” I prompted, speeding up my steps. Now I was in front of her, so close that her arrow was making a dent in my chest. Tears pooled up in her eyes.

I pulled the arrow out of her hand. “That's the difference between you and I mama, you're not a killer. I wouldn't have hesitated!”

She's not weak, she's just too emotional! Something I fucking lack! The man who killed her whole family was at her mercy, yet, she hesitated.