Chapter 5;

The rays of fresh morning light lingered on Nicole’s face, the window suddenly brightening, she lifted up the bed sheet as she stood up, stretching her legs as she yawned slightly.

Gazing around the whole room, it dawned on her, she wasn’t in her old room, this was her new room, where everything was deadly silent, the vibes gothic, cold and shrill.

She stood up, still dressed in the clothes of yesterday, she walked towards the bathroom to brush her teeth, and after performing the rest of her routine, she opened the wardrobe wide, her eyes widening.

He was getting married, and yet he didn’t even any female clothes, was he daring her to her worst? Because right now, her eyes blared with anger as she stumped down the stairs. He was there, seated on the chair, his legs moving freely crossed together, Zane stood firmly beside him, and he looked, like the king he was.

She stood rooted in her steps, as her lips parted about, she remained quiet.

His head cringed, and his dark eyes met in contact with her gray blues ones. His lips curled up in amusement, as he stood up walking towards her. "You are finally awake?"

She gulped down nothing in particular, as she stepped back, fear etched in her heart, she didn’t know why, but there was something about his presence that brought dread to her heart.

The feeling was cold, she couldn’t control it.

"Step back." She growled.

He chuckled darkly, grabbing her chin. "You need to watch the way you talk."

She sulked, her eyes glistening. "Let go of me, before I will do something you will regret."

His firm hand tightened on her jaw before he finally released her, oh gosh, her jaw was on fire, it felt like it would snap into two.

She stared up at him, panting heavily. "What did you just did?"

He shrugged, his eyes trailing over to Lucas who kept his gaze down. "Take her to my room, she needs to learn the way people talk."

Her Nicole needed to learn the way to talk? The word its self sounded illogical, was she some piece of trash?

She stepped back, her gaze hollowing. "I hate you."

His chuckled, quite darkly, it made her shiver, he leaned in, his hot minty breath making contact with her bare face. "Watch the way you speak, I am dangerous and I am sure you don’t want to get entangled with him. Let’s be good, and you living with me would not be any problem."

Nicole shivered, this man, this man was the devil, she bobbed her eyes shut, she would just keep to herself. "I am sorry."

Zane stared up.

Xander snorted, walking away, he hadn’t even bothered to glance at her, his legs screeching to the floor as he walked away.

Nicole stared in awe; but, she managed to keep her temper in control, Zane casted a pitiful look at her, before he walked away hurriedly.

Was this how they lived in the house?

Speaking of the house, Nicole stared around, the lights were a little bright, and the early crooning of birds could be heard, the living room was bright, with dangling lights on the ceiling.

"Don’t you need this?" A bag of towel reached for her face, and before she knew, the towel swiped across her jaw. She turned to look at the figure, he was broad, and his hair reached across his face, his dark eyes twinkled. He was a replica of the man that escorted her to her room yesterday.

Yet, this man was different, his presence brought peace, something warm and fuzzy.

She parted her lips apart, trying to say something, but, what was she supposed to say?

"I am Zane by the way." The figure smiled, rather cheekily.

He looked twenty, twenty one maybe.

"Thank you." she placed the towel to her jaw, letting out a whimper.

"Let me help," he lifted the towel to her jaw, letting the cold block melt away the pain.

She winced, her eyes twinkling with pain.

"Don’t mention it, Xander’s has anger issues, I think, I once got my bones broken, but you will be okay." He reached the towel to her face, smoothing it carefully. "He has a soft heart,"

She sighed wearily, "I have my plans."

His eyes shimmered, and as, Nicole preserved, he was someone quite funny, and instantly, she was drawn to him.

"Let’s be friends." He held her arms, his voice growing low. "Don’t tell my brother though, he’s a strict maniac."

Her lips curled upward a little bit, he was amusing, quite funny. "Never mind,"

He tilted his head. "Don’t be worried, I am always here for you whenever you need me."

She raised her brows, she was older, he was really something. She walked over to the windows, lifting the railings so she could catch a clear view of outside.

"It’s beautiful." She gazed around, watching the sky spark, and the clouds forming a gentle thunder, it was evident it was going to rain soon, still tiny sparks lightened around the room.

Zane walked over to her. "The rain reminds me of my mother,"

She kept quiet, judging from his current mood, he would rather not talk about his mother and as always, she would rather not ask about it.

"What does Xander does?" she said, her eyes still fixated on the window, her hands moving around the curtains.

He was mute, his lips parted apart, and his hands rammed around his dark hair, how was he talking confidently with his boss’ wife, and telling her his job, wasn’t that crazy?

"Err.." He peered down at her, her eyes bulged at him. Wasn’t he going to say anything?

She sighed, walking away, but his hand pulled her back, and she landed on his broad shoulders.

"I am a mafia, my brother Lucas is a mafia prince and Xander is a mafia don."

She widened her eyes in horror, trying to pull away from him, but he held her back, his hands not even daring to release for once.

The corner of her face leaned on his chest, and she sighed in his grip.

Mafia don?

She almost knew, it didn’t seem bad, he was capable of running a whole ton, but did that even mattered.

The two remained like that for nearly ten seconds, when a deep and broad masculine voice had boomed out. "What in the hell are you doing with my wife?"