Chapter 5

Angel

"Stay right there and don’t move," the man said angrily, thrusting into the woman before him, who was now glaring at me.

"Look only at me," he commanded, and I could do nothing but obey, terrified of how he looked at that moment. All my anger from earlier vanished like a bubble, replaced by extreme anxiety and fear. Meanwhile, the woman he was pounding seemed to recover and started moaning.

"Ohh... Tore, keep going, please..." When the woman said that, I noticed that the man I now knew was named Tore; thanks to the woman’s moans, he sped up his movements. What puzzled me was that he looked at me, seemingly unconcerned with the woman he was with. I couldn’t help but swallow hard because he was staring at me as if I were the one he was thrusting into.

My throat dried up as if I wanted to drink a lot of cold water. We didn’t break eye contact, and I couldn’t understand why I couldn’t look away either. I wanted to think it was because I was afraid of him, but part of me said there was more to it than that.

"Ahh! Tore!!!" the woman screamed, causing me to look at her. I saw the man pull out his manhood and release everything he got on the woman's buttcheeks before pulling up his pants.

"You can leave now," he said to the shocked woman. She had no choice but to do as he said, perhaps out of fear. I watched as the woman left, merely pulling up her underwear before adjusting her dress, which had been raised.

"Did I tell you to come here?" I looked at him and couldn’t help but swallow again when I saw Tore leaning against his office table, his arms crossed over his chest, staring at me as if he wanted to do something to me.

But his words reminded me of what my friend Nadia had said, so I gathered the courage to confront him. "You’re a liar!" His eyebrow raised at that.

"How am I a liar?" he asked calmly as if he weren’t.

"You said you had my little brother, but he wasn’t. You used him to get me to agree to what you wanted!" I yelled again. My courage grew when I remember what Nadia had told me, knowing that my Angelo was not in his hands and would not be harmed.

He clicked his tongue before removing his coat, which was already unbuttoned, and placing it on the chair beside him. They hadn’t even removed their clothes, and was that really it? Just a quick withdrawal, and it was over? I shook my head, wondering why I even thought about that. I didn’t care if their session lasted only five seconds.

He didn’t take his eyes off me as he rolled up the sleeves of his long white sleeve up to his elbows, which had already lost two buttons at the top. So I could clearly see his broad chest with a tattoo.

"Come closer," he said, but I didn’t obey. His brows furrowed when I didn’t move from where I stood. He didn’t speak; instead, he grabbed his cell phone and put it on a loudspeaker.

"Boss," came Mauro’s voice again. Was he going to do what he did earlier? He wouldn’t fool me this time. I still didn’t move and remained, staring back at him.

"How’s the kid?" he asked. I knew it wasn’t true, so I didn’t respond and met his gaze.

"The boy stopped crying, boss, but he said he wanted to talk to his sister. I told him she was with her husband." My eyes widened, but I restrained myself from moving closer, fearing it wasn’t true. And who was this husband Mauro was talking about?

"Put him on the phone; his sister is listening." I was overwhelmed with fear when he said that. But before I could react, I heard my beloved little brother’s voice.

"Hello, big sis?" I quickly approached Tore and tried to grab the phone from his hand, but he swiftly pulled it away, causing me to nearly fall into his chest.

"Hello, Angelo."

"Who is this? Are you my sister’s husband?" my little brother asked.

"Why don’t you ask her?" Tore replied, now grinning at me and holding the phone next to my mouth.

"Angelo, are you okay?" I immediately asked. I wanted to know what they had done to my brother.

"I’m fine. I’m just glad I got to talk to you. Big brother Mauro said you were with your husband and couldn’t call me. When did you get married? And is the man who spoke earlier your husband?" Hearing Angelo didn’t sound scared, I felt relief. "Sis, why you haven’t answered."

"Huh? Y-yes, he is my husband." Tore and I locked eyes, and I could clearly see him smirking. He now knew that whatever he asked of me, I would do it for my brother’s safety, which now I was sure was in his hands.

Angelo and I talked some more, and he said goodbye, saying he was sleepy. Tore quickly ended the call and placed his phone on the table. I knew I had made a mistake, so I tried to turn away from him, but he quickly grabbed my hand and stopped me, causing my face to bump into his chest.

"Next time, don’t just walk into my office."

"Yes," I replied quickly, trying to free myself from his grasp, but I couldn’t.

"Where are you going in such a hurry?"

"Ah, I’m getting sleepy, too, so I’m heading back to my room."

"Look at me, Angel. Always look at me when we’re talking or together, understand?"

As he wished, I looked up at him. Then I felt him gently lift my chin with his thumb and forefinger. "Kiss me." It was a command, not a request. Because I acted rashly, I now had to pay for my foolishness.

I closed my eyes to kiss him, but, "Open your eyes. I want you to see who you’re kissing."

I took a deep breath before opening my eyes and slowly leaned toward him. The problem was that no matter how hard I tried, our lips couldn’t meet because of his height. I was already on tiptoe, but it still wasn’t enough.

"Seriously, didn’t you eat nutritious food as a child so you could grow a little taller?" he asked mockingly. It was irritating that he even brought my height into it.

"So what if I didn’t? We were poor, and our parents died early, leaving my little brother and me in the care of a heartless couple. Now we ended up with you, a hmp!—" I couldn’t finish my sentence because he suddenly kissed me.