Chapter Seven

MASSIMO'S POV

LEANING back on the soft sofa with my legs crossed, my attention was divided between the thick mist of smoke floating into the air and her pretty  face that was quite remarkable.

Looking at her from a far off she looked incapable of this theft, but when you look at the dark side of the business she was involved in, you'd know better.

Strippers were never really to be trusted no matter how gentle they seemed; it was just in their nature to do dubious things.

I could feel every bit of anger trickling down my nerves, despite how subtle I might seem at that moment, but it was strong enough that I had to keep  choking it down with a cup of whiskey.

Despite all that, It burned in my throat, as I could feel every bit of it expanding on my chest, like a virus willing to rip my soul apart.

My eyes skimmed the expanse of space as I searched across the room for Marcus, my one and only reliable guard; wiping my hand with a napkin. I was agitated at the fact that he was yet to be back.

"How long does it take to make a fucking contract ,Call Marcus!"

They rang his phone thrice and he picked at the third attempt citing that he would soon be joining us.

She was still there right in front of me, not saying a word like I had requested her to…I wiped the smirk off my face at the poor  attempt to hide my amusement but still, the scenario was still so funny.

My gaze darkened, it conveyed the fact I could as well shoot anyone that angered me including my best guard.

I sat back in my chair, all senses of humor fading with the smoke of the cigarette, in spite of the toxic air and the girl in front of me regularly coughing I would have been lost in my thoughts as well.

Picking up another cigar from the pack and rolling  the cigarette between my fingers,  I tried to quench this anxiety that was hanging around the room, I could taste the nicotine on my fingers as I smoked.

The fact was  I only smoke on certain occasions : It was either when I was too pissed, or when I was confused.

One of the guard  left the table to get the door,they open and Marcus walked in with the papers.

"What took you so long?" I asked immediately if he got in.

At that point I hadn’t cared,all I wanted was the papers signed and us getting out of their sitting room of course with my prize girl.

The anger that had once pulsed in my chest for how long he took residedleqbing spaces for other emotions.

She’d glared at me then the paperwork I was going through.  It was an innocent look but yet I could sense the fear and every other emotions in her eyes.

It was as though she could tell what was coming and just had to hide the anxiety she was feeling, and every bit of other emotions.

She walked out of the room and her father was brought in, after making all terms and conditions clear to him, she was dragged back to the room where we were.

Deep down I had expected some kind of hesitation on her father's part, perhaps was waiting for him to say something like he would pay me off cause it was obvious he had the money.

However, it was either he had gotten tired of her or there was another reason I couldn't understand. He was quick to decide she should go and I gladly agreed.

Her heart beat so fast I could sense she  fought not to choke on it.

Silence filled the room – It was deep as we had to come to terms with a decision, all through my life I had met different women and watched them express their fears  from being thoughtful to being apathetic. This silence I felt was instinctive, like it was triggered in their for survival

"You will be going with him." Her father said. "Get your bags ready." He said to her with no remorse.

I was expecting a kind of reaction as in no way do I expect this to go easy like it was.

She wanted to say something but changed her mind. I could see a spark flickered in her eyes as her father shuffled some paper toward where I was .

In his hands was the contract all that was needed was for her father to sign completely and it was done.

That was how the contract worked, but something deep down was asking the question if it was right forcing her to a terms she was not quite aware about.

The paper was signed anyways, at the moment I didn't care if she  never wanted a husband like him all I wanted was for her to come home with me.

My body wanted her in every different beat possible yet my brain kept weighing the thoughts over and over again.

With all said and done she walked out of the room hopefully to get her bag ready,I made sure Marcus followed her as I couldn't trust her not to run away.

She waited outside when she was done, sinking into the Sofa, far away in the distance I could hear her name being called over and over by her sick mother.

My heart dropped when I walked back out.

"Go tell her goodbye." I said, nudging my head.

She looked at me, not sure if she should go,.

"Very well then.". I muttered.

Her father walked off the room we had been in, he couldn't bare to look her in the face after he had literally sold her off to me.

She walked out of the apartment, and soon we were driving off…we were driving away to the other end of town.

She was forced to look back again, looking as though she knew that definitely she might never be seeing her home again for a very long time.

And maybe that was just true...

Does she mind?

That I don't definitely know.