Chapter 4: An Intruder

Emily POV

During the endless hours of my flight, I was angry at the fact that Dominic had questioned my sexual life in the presence of everyone who had most likely listened to our conversation in the cell room. Never had anyone disrespected me in several years than he had done that very moment.

When I arrived at my apartment, I noticed a strange black van parked opposite my apartment. Before my journey to the prison, there had been no cars across the street, which makes this one very suspicious.

Regardless, I walked into the living room but stopped when a masculine scent hit my nose and this caused me to be alert, realising someone had broken into my space.

When I dropped my bag on the couch, I heard the sound of plates dropping to the floor in my kitchen and a deep voice cursing. I reached into my purse for a pepper spray, ready to take on the intruder.

My feet touched the floor quietly, as I moved towards the kitchen. My heart was pounding as I did not know what to expect. 

When I arrived at the kitchen, there was no sign of anyone in the place, just broken plates on the floor. I couldn't hallucinate when I heard a voice. I moved towards the broken plates leaning down to grab one of the pieces and taking a look at it.

"I am sorry to have invaded your space." I turned around and attempted to spray his face, but the man had anticipated my move, holding my hands and removing the spray in a matter of seconds.

"Who are you and how did you get into my house?" I asked, reaching for a knife and pointing it in his direction.

"Relax tigress, I am not here to hurt you." The stranger says, raising his hands. "The least you can do is learn to cook once in a while. Do you know how tiring it gets when I have to eat outside and my boss has a girl that can cook?" He asked.

"Your boss? What are you even talking about? Maybe I should call the police right away." I said, trying to walk away from him, but he held me back.

"What device are you going to use to call the police? Are you talking about this one?" He asked, raising my phone for me to see. 

"Give me my phone," I demanded, trying to reach for it but he was much taller than me. "Look I don't want to be a part of this, who are you and why are you in my house?" I asked one more time.

"Maybe if you calm down and listen, you will understand my purpose here." He stated, with an exasperated sigh. "Let's go to the living room." He said and turned around, leaving the kitchen. 

When I entered the living room, he sat down comfortably at the table, eating a couple of snacks that I left inside the fridge.

"How dare you take my snacks?" I asked, trying to take it away from him, but he got his hands on it before me. "Are you going to say something or should I call the police?" I asked, placing my hands on my hips and glaring at him.

"I don't know why you are so scared of me. Do you think if I wanted to hurt you, I would not have done that a long time ago?" He asked, rolling his eyes and taking a bite out of my favourite snack.

"So what do you want?" I asked again, getting frustrated by him.

"I am here because I was told to come and protect you."

"By who?" I asked.

"You should be happy that I am taking my precious time over the next few weeks and protecting you when I should be with my girl and enjoy my life." He replied.

"First of all sir, I don't need your stupid protection. Second of all, I won't repeat myself when I say you should get out of my house immediately." I yelled.

"How ungrateful can you be? You come into the boss's house as an undercover agent and he tries to protect you from harm, even when his family members warned him about it. Still took you along and tried to escape and when he was arrested, he still informed me to keep you protected from Alessandro and his other enemies out there."

As he finished explaining, I was left with several questions hanging in my mind about Dominic. How can Dominic call the shots from the cell? What else do I know about him other than being a criminal?

"I hope you know Dominic is in prison. So how can he be giving you instructions from the prison?" I voiced out my thoughts.

"That is the problem with every single person that has ever crossed Dominic's part. They all underestimate what my boss is capable of doing." He says with a look of disappointment on his face. "I won't blame you, there are a lot of things that you will learn about Dominic." He stated.

"So what is the reason he asked you to protect me? Is it from Alessandro his brother? I can get a court order to be protected by the police, so I still believe you are lying to me." I expressed.

He looked at me for a split second and raised to his feet, reaching for his phone in his pocket. "Maybe I need to prove everything to you then." I watched him as he patiently waited for whoever it was he was calling to pick up.

"Hello Dorian I need to speak to the boss, it is a matter that requires his attention." He said in a rather formal tone. "Tell him, the lady wants to know my reason for protecting her." He added.

He removed the phone from his ear and handed it over to me. "Here, take this and speak to him yourself." I hesitated, but eventually got the phone from him and placed it on my ear.

"Hello sweetheart, surprised to hear my voice?" I froze.