Chapter 8
When my father called me back to the warehouse to continue my duties, for the first time in my life I wanted to say fuck it, fuck him, but I have a responsibility, and Ellie will come to learn my way of life soon enough and accept it. She doesn’t have a choice.
My security team informed me she packed her bag and ordered an Uber to collect her when I left the estate. A fucking Uber!
I ordered them to cancel the Uber, and unbeknownst to her, had one of my drivers take her home. No way in fucking hell am I letting my little doll travel alone with a stranger.
The remainder of my weekend was spent at the warehouse, but now I’m back at home and can give Ellie my full attention. After all, she works for me now; she belongs to me.
I drag a finger over my lip while contemplating my next move. I’ve given her enough time to have her tantrum, and now she needs to accept her responsibilities to me. “Fuck it!” I jerk the steering wheel, doing a complete one-eighty, and ignore the horns from disgruntled drivers. I’m going to fetch my girl. Her father won’t be an issue; he blows through money as quickly as he blows through the young escorts he pays to have on his arm, so he’ll no doubt be grateful Ellie will be earning her own money.
Arriving at her family home, I wince at the lack of security in place. How the hell have I allowed this to happen. She deserves and needs protection, my protection, and she will have it from now on. I place the SUV into park and climb out. There’re no other vehicles here, and I second-guess if she is home like her phone tracker shows.
My security team pulls up behind me, and I ignore them as always and jog up the steps to the front door. Again, I’m stricken by the lack of security. There’s not even a doorbell, for fuck’s sake.
Bringing my fist to the door, I pound on it as annoyance creeps up my spine. I’ve never experienced waiting before, and I don’t enjoy it. “Boss, there’s music playing inside.” Kai tilts his head toward the open upstairs window, and I give him a swift nod. He steps back as I withdraw my handgun from behind my back and aim it at the door jamb, placing one bullet through it until the door opens with ease. Another fucking issue I have with this shitshow of a place she calls a home. I’m becoming more and more riled. None of this is acceptable. None of it.
If her father thinks she’s living here in these conditions, he can think a-fucking-gain.
I swing open the door and take in the empty foyer. The beat of the bass from above echoes in the empty space and has me rushing up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. My pulse thrums with adrenaline and desperation to see her, to reassure myself that she’s okay, to protect her, and ultimately, take her home.
I follow the sound of the loud music and cringe. It sounds like she’s having a fucking party in there. Swinging open the bedroom door, my eyes latch on to the back of Ellie and some punk sitting at a desk. A red haze fills my vision, a fury building inside me so quickly it spills over with an inevitable destruction. The punk wraps his arm around the back of Ellie’s chair, both of them oblivious to my presence. His lips being locked against hers fills me with a murderous rage. His fate is sealed.
Launching myself at him, I roar, and he barely has time to register the action before I smash his head into the desk, then I lift him by his hair and slam him again and again.
Ellie springs up from her chair and hammers her small fist into my arm. “Please, stop. Rafael, stop!” she cries, but I ignore every plea.
I tighten my hold on his hair and drag him out of the chair, throwing him to the floor, and withdraw my gun.
“Oh my God, Rafael! No!” She stands in front of the gun while the piece of shit scrambles back toward the bed, his face coated in blood and snot.
“Step away, Ellie.” I gesture with the gun for her to move.
Her eyes are swimming with tears and her bottom lip quivers, causing a pang of guilt to invade me, but I shove it aside, used to diverting my feelings.He touched what’s mine, and that’s unacceptable.
She holds up her hand. “Please listen, Rafael.”
I step forward to shove her aside, but she grips onto my arm as I raise my gun. “You can’t kill him.” The despair radiating from her only angers me further. Does she have feelings for this kid? I refuse to allow her to have feelings for anyone but me. My finger touches the trigger.
“He’s the police commissioner’s son!”
I pause at her words.
The sniveling piece of shit is crying actual tears now, but I ignore him and turn to face Ellie.
“He’s the police commissioner’s son. Please don’t kill him. You’ll be in trouble, Rafael.” Tears stain her beautiful face, with fresh ones falling over them.
“Did you fuck him?” I hiss out.
Her head rears back and her mouth drops open.
“Did you fuck him?” I bellow, and her small body jumps at my tone.
“Of course not!”
I scoff. “You just had your tongue in his filthy fucking mouth, Ellie.”
She clamps her mouth shut and her chest rises and falls as if she’s the one who’s been wronged, the atmosphere between us hypnotic. She’s witnessing my obsession with her spiral, while I wait, hanging on for her admittance, waiting for the green light to end the piece of shit and bring destruction to my family. Because I would torture, slaughter, and decimate every man who walked the earth, then bask in their misery and bathe in the glory of their bloodied souls to save my little doll.
She eventually sighs. “He kissed me.” She rolls her lips. “He only just did it, then you. ..” At least they weren’t having a full-on make-out session. Still, he tasted what’s mine, and that is not acceptable.
“You belong to me, Little Doll,” I whisper.
She steps closer, and this time when she presses on my arm, I let it fall to my side, and the kid blows out a sigh of relief.
Her soft hand cradles my cheek, and all the anger that was there a moment ago slips away with her touch.
Staring into her brown eyes, I tell her how I feel and tell her my truth.
“You possess me.”