I almost got a heart attack when I found three cars parking in front of me, and men in suits walked out, holding guns in their hand, looking around, maybe trying to find a potential threat, or to harm me. My fear eased when I saw Silas Kingsley stepping out of his black sleek car, dark shades in front of his eyes, looking dangerously calm. Even when I couldn't see his eyes, I knew he was seething. I knew he was burning in anger. But then my eyes narrowed slightly, unable to comprehend the three cars, full of armed men, ready to attack. Ready to kill. Why was Silas here with so many guards? Why was he looking so lethal? Why was he looking at me as if I had killed his precious kitten and then ran away?"Silas—""What the fuck are you doing here, Bella?" He asked me, his voice low, deep, dangerously calm, but simmering in anger. With every step he took towards me, my bravery, my courage was leaving my side. I gulped when he reduced the distance. Something in his anger aroused me. Some
The Silas Kingsley I grew up with was an innocent man. He was sweet, he was innocent. I never thought someone could change so much. The Silas I saw seven years back never looked so intimidating. I never thought a day would come in my life that I would get intimidated by my boyfriend. But when he looked at me with his dark gaze, looked down at me with strong intensity, I couldn't help the shivers that ran down my spine. I gulped nervously when he leaned closer. My heart picked its pace, my body shivered under his gentle, feathery touch. "You really underestimated my power, didn't you, my dearest Bella? But you forgot that I am no longer the nineteen year old teenager you left behind. Every secret, every concealed stories unveil themselves in front of me." He whispered, his lips touching the bare skin of my neck, and I sucked in a breath."I didn't think you'd be interested in knowing about my father's whereabouts, Silas." I tried to keep my voice straight. Especially when he was stil
"When I dropped you home and returned back, Dad was lying in the pool of his own blood. I— I never thought I would see my father dying this way, Bella. I never thought I would lose my father this way." Silas whispered slowly, his voice was breaking. The darkness his eyes always had was now replaced by tears. Unshed tears. The sorrow in his eyes, the pain in his voice was too much for me to bear. A little too much. "Our rival gang killed him. They sent an undercover to work for my Dad. He was my father's right hand. He fucking betrayed us, betrayed my father's trust for a few million dollars." His eyes turned red in anger and pain. I moved closer, wrapping my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me. For the first time his grip around me tightened, and not because he was calming me down, but because he wanted comfort. "You don't have to continue, Silas. I will wait. Take your time. Just don't... just don't hurt yourself." I said, kissing his forehead, and he shook his head.
"Before I touch you, I need to know where we stand, Bella. I won't touch someone I have no right over." Silas said when he put me down on the bed, placing his hands beside me, leaning down. His gaze was serious, but when he cupped my face, gently rubbed my cheeks, his touch was as gentle as the feather. Sometimes Silas spoke so much without even speaking. When his hold was was firm, something about his hold was comforting, and not controlling. Even when his eyes held storm enough to destroy someone, his touch when he held me, his touch when he kissed me, was so gentle, so soft that it always left me in daze. "You know, Silas, when I moved states, I wanted to date someone. I wanted to forget you. But I couldn't. I couldn't let anyone near me. Even when we were not together, looking at other men left like betrayal to me." I said, laughing at how absurd I was. So madly in love with Silas. "But I am scared, Silas. I don't want to go through that phase again. I know your profession incl
"Fuck! Bella, please." Silas pleaded. But his voice was nowhere near the tone I expected. His rough voice was still weak, an unknown emotion was gripping his voice. Maybe it was desperation. Or maybe it was the need. The urge."Good boy." I grinned, kissing his cheeks before sliding his boxers down, and I saw him sucking in a breath.And soon my cheekiness was replaced by shyness when I looked at him. When I looked at his not-so-junior Junior, standing rigid, painful, hard, waiting for my attention. I licked my lips, looking at my man, and a nervous chuckle ripped through my chest."I am not experienced in this, you see, Silas. Tell me if anything goes south." I said, and he let out a breath, resting his head on the wall, looking down at me."Neither am I." He said, offering me a weak smile, and I closed my eyes, bending down on my knees. Before I could touch him, he grabbed my bicep and pulled me up.I looked at him with my questioning gaze, but he silenced my queries by placing a pi
I woke up in Silas' arms. I don't know when I slept last night. I remember him washing me, and then bringing me back to his room. And after that everything is blur. I remember him pulling me in his arms, gently stroking my back. I remember his lips kissing my forehead, cheeks many times until sleep overcame me. I was in a silk robe. Red silk robe. But he was naked. Naked and asleep. My eyes couldn't stop themselves from appreciating how beautiful he was. Even while sleeping he looked so beautiful. He looked so serene. His eyelashes were touching the skin under his eyes. His body was spooning me, his arms were around my waist. The strands of his dark locks were falling on his forehead. I moved forward to stroke his cheeks. They were soft, tender to touch. And a smile formed on my face when his skin made my fingertips tingle. My eyes fell on the red marks on his chest. His shoulders were bearing the marks of assault my fingers and fingernails bestowed on him. They looked painful to t
When my father messaged me, I forgot to breathe. I don't know how he managed to get my number, but I knew it was him. And then seeing him in Silas' hotel that night, wasn't helping my suspicion either. Not at all. My face lost color when I read the message thrice. I couldn't help myself. I was no longer hungry, I no longer had my appetite. "Who messaged you?" I heard Silas, and I licked my lips, laughing softly, nervously, immediately deleting the message. "One of my colleagues. I mistakenly sent the wrong file to my HOD. And he is angry now." I lied, and he narrowed his eyes. I know he caught me lying. His eyes expressed enough. But he silently nodded his head, and gestured me to continuing eating too."You know, Bella, I can tolerate anything but the lies, my love." He said after a minute, and I choked on the pancakes. My eyes moved up to look at him. I was staring at him wide-eyed. And his lips stretched in a small smile as he rubbed my back, kissing my forehead. How can someone
"My sweet Bella, I missed you so much." I froze when I saw Ethan in front of me, smiling sweetly at me. The scars on his face were now faint, but still visible on his face. I felt my gut twisting seeing the sickening sweet smile on his face. "What are you doing here, Ethan?" I asked him, trying my best to keep my voice strong. His eyes twinkled as he scanned me, from head to toe, making me feel disgusted under his gaze. He took a step forward, and I immediately pushed the table between us. It fell down, making him stop on his steps."Are you scared, Bella? You shouldn't be scared of your future husband, sweetheart. Even though I am angry about you running away from me, and then kissing another man in front of me, I am ready to forget it all. Just for you. I promise, I will forgive you for everything." Ethan said, kicking the table away, making me swallow harshly. I turned my attention towards my father who was standing there, witnessing everything. Anger surged inside me, and my eye
"Now listen to me very carefully, Bella. You will not come out of here until Martin or I come to get you. Do you hear me. You and Felix will stay here together. And I mean it, Bella. You will not go against me this time." He said, kissing my forehead, and I looked at him with wide eyes. "You even sound like him." I whispered, touching his face, and Silas closed his eyes for a second. "You got drugged on a very wrong time, sweetheart. Felix stay with her and don't let her get out or do something stupid, please." I heard Silas' doppelganger say to the curly-haired boy, who nodded his head. But I could see traces of fear in his eyes as well."Are we playing hostages here?" I asked them, and Martin let out a sigh, turning around to look at his boyfriend. "Stay here until any of us come to get you. And take care of this one. Hm?" He said to his boyfriend, pressing the back of his neck in assurance and I felt it was cute. They both looked cute together. "Can I play the badass shooter pl
We were eating food when Silas' phone rang again. He let out a sigh and answered the call. I could see the frustration clear as day in his eyes when he spoke to the other person. With every passing moment, I could feel the faint music playing in the background getting distant. I was suddenly feeling very hot from inside. "Veronica got shot today." Silas said, and I looked at him. Veronica was one of the shooters Silas had, and the best he had. I felt bad for her. I had just met her twice or thrice. She was a very friendly and sweet person. I was feeling bad for her. But I couldn't stop the giggles that escaped my lips. And Silas' eyes narrowed slightly, and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. And when I tried narrowing my eyes like him, I saw him multiplying, and I giggled again. "There are two of you! Look, Silas one, and Silas two. And both of you are looking so... so cute." I said, pinching his cheeks, which somehow was not his cheeks but his nose. "Bella, are you okay?" He as
"Long time, no see, brother. I missed you." The painfully and cruelly familiar voice made me increase my grip on Silas' arms. My history with the man wasn't so pleasant. The man who was Silas' cousin, unfortunately. I remember my teenage years and childhood. He always loved to mock me. He loved it to bully me, remind me of the financially difference between our families and how I could never reach his level, which was true in some sense, I could never reach his level. He was a freaking low life. "Oh, little Murphy is also here. I see you are back to the town and back with my cousin." He said, smiling viciously at me. Before I could have reacted, Silas turned around to glare at him. It would be safe to admit that Silas and his cousin, Logan, hated each other with passion. Logan was obsessed with Silas for many reasons. And Logan's hatred for me ignited Silas' hatred for him. And that in turn made him hate me more. But Logan was evil. A power-centered man who cared about nothing but
We could hear soft songs playing when we reached the venue. Sound of people laughing and guitar playing filled my ears when we stepped down the car. I had never been to a campfire event before. "Silas, Miss Murphy." I heard familiar voice of Martin from behind us and a smile formed on my face as I watched him and his boyfriend, Felix standing there. Felix looked at us shyly, waving his right hand at us, but didn't move from his place. He was standing close to Martin. I had met him once but still he looked shy as the first time we met. But then I realized it was not because of me that Felix was feeling shy. It was the intimidating aura of Silas Kingsley that was making Felix shy. "Hello, Felix. How are you? And how is your sister now?" I asked him softly, and Felix shrugged his shoulders, his fingers tugging on the hem of the hoodie he was wearing. "She is doing..... better now. Yeah, better. Thank you for your help that day, Miss Murphy." Felix replied to me, and I shook my head,
Martin smirked at us as he walked inside Silas' cabin royally, with a teasing smile plastered on his face. While I was embarrassed, and feeling shy, because I knew that Martin knows what were to doing inside the locked doors. But unlike me, Silas looked annoyed and ready to kill his best-friend. "Did I interrupt anything?" Martin asked, making him comfortable on the chair and Silas glared at him. "Oh, you did. Couldn't you have waited for a couple of minutes when you found the cabin was locked from inside?" Silas said, rubbing his forehead, and Martin burst out laughing, shaking his head. "Aw man, look at you, looking pissed off just because you couldn't get laid—""Oh my God! Shut up, Martin." I mumbled against my palms as I buried my face in them, and Martin flashed us an unapologetic smile, rolling his shoulders back, almost looking proud of himself. "Okay, okay, no need to glare at me, Silas. I will shut up. I just came here because Felix wanted to go out to be a part of a cam
"Mr. Kingsley is calling you inside his cabin with the new project file." Silas' secretary said to me, and I closed my eyes, rubbing my forehead. Getting up from my desk, I smiled at his secretary. "Thank you, I will go and see him. Is there anything else he asked me to bring?" I asked her, and she shook her head, typing something on her phone. "Oh, nothing else. And please be quick. His mood is not very pleasant." She quickly added, flashing me a sympathetic smile and I curbed down my urge to roll my eyes. He was always in his brooding personality outside his bedroom. Nodding my head, I grabbed the file he asked me to get, even though I knew he didn't want the file. My heels clicked against the floor as I started walking. I knocked on his door thrice before opening it and walking inside. And there he was. Sitting behind the table, dressed in one of his business suits, clinging to his body. I swallowed down the emotions that formed inside me when I looked at him and smiled profess
"Did Ethan ever touch you, Bella?" Silas asked me, gently caressing the side of my naked waist. I shivered under his feathery touch. But his words made my heart pound for several reasons. I licked my lips, letting out a shuddered breath when he moved down to kiss my belly, just above the navel. I fisted the sheets under my body, closing my eyes. Shaking my head, I forced my eyes open to look at him. "Why? Does it change anything between us, Silas?" I asked him, my voice came out stronger than I thought it would come out. And his fingers stopped tracing my body. My skin lost the touch of his lips. But then his lips curled up in a smile as he inched closer to me. His eyes bored into mine, intensely. His fingers curled under my chin, lifting my face, forcing me to look into his dark eyes. I gulped when he leaned closer to me. His clothed body touching my almost naked ones. The soft fabric of his shirt caressed my skin, making me tremble under him. "It will. I will kiss every part of
Silas povEven after I was done with him, Ethan had no ounce of regret or fear in his eyes. If anything, he was looking at me with a smile. A smile that was mocking me, telling me how I failed to induce fear inside him. I wanted to beat him more, I wanted to beat him until his body couldn't take it, but I wouldn't have seen fear in his eyes. He was about to pass out from the pain. Martin pulled me back when I was about to lose my control. "Control yourself, Silas. You'll kill him." Martin hissed at me, and I closed my eyes to calm myself down. True, I needed to control myself. I can't kill him now. I won't kill him until he regrets everything he did to my Bella. I won't kill him until he begs on his knees for mercy. "Call the doctor. Make sure they treat them. I need them fine to deal with them again. I will make sure they regret everything. Every fucking thing, Martin." I said, and Martin nodded his head, looking at Ethan and Peter. "Don't worry, they will recover beautifully to b
Silas pov"Why don't you catch some sleep, or watch something? I need to take care of something. I'll be late." I said, looking at Bella, who looked at me with her brown eyes. The warmest and most beautiful pair of eyes I had ever seen. The eyes that held warmth of dark coffee, the eyes that hold the love of universe. I never found anyone's eyes as fascinating as her eyes. Like whiskey, her eyes holds intoxication, ready to inebriate me. Make me lose my sanity. But isn't that what she does always? Make me insane? Kissing her forehead, I walked out of the room. I had to take care of something. Someone. Or rather some psychopaths. Buttoning up my shirt, I rolled the sleeves of my shirt, tucking my favorite gun in the waistband of my pants before kicking open the dungeons. Everybody bowed slightly as I walked past them. I was livid. Anger, rage, hatred, they were all way too small words to describe what I was feeling from within. They dared to hurt my Bella. My girl. The girl I treasu