Chapter 6: Everything You Do Has Consequences

Claudia Woods’ Point of View 

It was too late to run away now that Zamir already strangled his hand on my wrist. Disappointment was seen in his eyes the same as how Zamir’s exasperation drew all over his damn God-looking face. 

I pursued my lips due to extreme horror. He pulled me a little near him as paparazzis began to flock on our path, capturing our photos together yet my face wasn’t visible to them as Zamir’s enormous body figure was enough to block my face except my body. 

"Isn't that the famous Zamir Trian Cassano?" I heard one of the reporters yanking. 

"She's with a lady. She is Zamir's date tonight!" 

"Prolly his girlfriend? I can't see her face." 

Girlfriend? My ass! I badly want to push Zamir out of my sight right now but the moment I had that thought, his hands went down to my waist as he gripped on it tight whilst his lips went directly to my ears, whispering on it. 

"I told you we're being watched, right?" he muttered with a tense voice. "Now, act normal in front of everyone. Everything you do has consequences so you better pull yourself together or I'll end your life in just seconds." 

What he said was clear as water. No matter how much I wanted to scream and run, I knew I had no chance of escaping but the probability of getting killed was high. The whole place was filled with Ares' security personnel, and this time, all of them were blocking the paparazzis coming near us. 

I smiled a little even if my fingers and toes began trembling. The reporters were aggressive, they kept throwing a lot of questions up until we now stand at the lobby along with minimal people. 

Ares glanced around, letting himself know whether a press was looking before throwing my hand off him which had made me squirm. 

"Look at me, woman," he stoically asserted. 

I didn't obey what he said. Instead, I remained looking at the vibrant tiles whilst fear was indicated in my blissful eyes. 

Gradually, I lifted my stares and met with his frigid, cunning ash gray pupils. 

He was about to speak when his attention went to the man striding toward our current location. He was wearing a suit and had buds in his ears. The man had this clean haircut whilst he was the same height as Zamir who was set to be six foot four. 

"We already captured the man who escaped the other day, Sir," he muttered in a low, consistent, rough tone. 

Zamir's jaw clenched. He glanced at me and then nodded his head. "Where is he?"

"At the warehouse, Sir."

"Go, get the car ready. We're departing in five minutes." 

Before the man shoveled his way out, he bowed himself a little. It is when Zamir held my hand, urging me to follow him somewhere when I squirmed due to his tight grasp. 

"It's hurting me…" I muttered in a few gentle voices. 

He took a deep breath and then sighed. "I apologize for being hard on you right now but this is what you really get when you make me upset, love." 

"B-But I told you… I'm not—" 

Up until we walked through the different passageway, I kept on murmuring things and persuading Zamir that I didn't do anything wrong. However, it seems like the man is already fed up with me. 

Zamir held my thighs and in an abrupt moment, I was now on his shoulder and he's carrying me as if I was a sack of rice. 

My heart jolted in shock. I didn't expect this from him yet. Instead, I tried to scream and move above him when I only got some serious beating using his words. 

"Stop moving or you will fall. Damn it!" Zamir roughly asserted. 

I groaned hard. "Oh my Gosh! Bring me down, Zamir!" 

"Your fucking voice is too loud. Goddmanit, Claudia!" he said before spanking my butt hard as he began to walk towards an unknown parking lot that seemed to be discreet. 

Zamir was spanking me multiple times and I knew that my butt had gotten red. It is when I heard a sound of a vehicle and a car opening its door. Due to my astonishment, Zamir threw me inside. I sat on the chair and then saw him. I was about to attack Zamir with a punch and slap in his face when a man who seemed old appeared. 

He had a cane in his hand and a hat on his head. He's old, around in his 70's I think. He had a few men behind and all of them are bald. 

"The party isn't over yet, Zamir," he muttered with such a perverted, yet rough voice. "Why are you leaving?"

He stood straight and glanced at me. He closed the door and I saw how the old man drifted his dirty eyes on me. 

Even though the car was locked, I could still hear what they were talking about. 

"Just tell him I came, Panelo. It seems like I won't meet him tonight," Ares muttered with a sigh in his face. 

Panela, the old man, bobbed his head. "I see. I heard someone knocked one of your operations last time."

"Yeah and that person is currently in my custody. Now, I have to make him pay." 

The man named Panelo glanced at me. He raised his one eyebrow and instead of retorting a reply to Zamir, his eyes drifted on mine. 

"Anyway," he said. "Weren't you going to introduce me to your date? I heard you bought her at an auction. Why don't you sell her to me?" 

Zamir's forehead creased. He glanced at me and was silenced for a moment. The way Panelo stared at the window was in a disgusting way as if he was thinking something nasty. I may be inside and he couldn't see, but something in his stares was horrifying. The moment his pupils dilated back to him, I knew something shocking would happen. 

It is when Lorenzo, who was inside, turned the windows down making Panelo and I stare at each other. The old man smirked, seeing how devilish it was sent shivers to my spine. Zamir then glanced back at Panelo. 

"I should go now, Panelo. I have things to do and it's quite urgent. You know how busy I am so I'm afraid I can't answer that question yet," he then opened the door without hindrance. 

The whole time I was inside, I couldn't help not to get anxious. The eerie feeling inside was making my body release cold sweats and the tension was something I couldn't even imagine. Zamir's facial expression was quite different from the one I saw earlier, but instead, his face right now is screaming ruthlessness. 

My mind was bothered due to what I heard. I want to ask Zamir, I want to know what's on his mind and the answer he was going to tell Panelo. 

"I…" I barely whispered. 

Zamir glanced at me through the rear mirror in front. 

"A-Are you going to g-give me to that m-man?" I couldn't help not to break the silence. 

He craned his neck and stared at me devilishly. "If you can't try to shut your mouth, I might consider." He asserted roughly which made my eyes widened and a little more tense. 

For the whole time I was inside the car, I didn't even notice that we had already reached the place where we're going. Zamir went down and as usual, he grabbed my hand and urged me to come inside. 

It was an old warehouse. Some people were bowing their heads whilst there were rifles in their hands. Zamir and I came inside a room. 

"Stay here," he claimed and was about to go out but I seized him by speaking. 

"W-Where are you going? Why am I g-going to stay here?" 

He clenched his jaw and drew back his dilated eyes on me. "Have I already told you how severe your punishment is, huh?" he muttered in such a way I couldn't hear anything except my breath hitching. 

Zamir began to strode towards me. His scorching eyes were enough to make my heart thump and raced fast. It is when I move backwards yet due to extreme nervousness, I'm already resting my back on the wall. 

He cornered me. He leaned his face closer to mine. Mixed emotions began to fill my body as Zamir started to touch his nose to mine.

"You did something horrific, baby," he muttered to my ears. "I'm trying to lessen your punishment but you are fucking pushing me to my limits. Now, if you want to come out in this apartment alive, you better shut your mouth off."