The Serpent's Groom

Chapter-22🌜Why is he possessive?

William's POV

What the fuck does he mean by, “You didn't like it when I bothered you.”

Like does he think I would beg him to talk to me? Like a desperate little bitch, huh?

‘I mean I didn't like it, so I don't care.‘

I grind my teeth, ‘I don't.’

He can keep quiet, and I won't care if he speaks or not.

In fact I would like it—it would be good to not be annoyed by his voice.

His deep velvety voice.

Not to see that bulge of Adam's apple bob, whenever he teases me. Or acts “sweet.”

Yeah, I can live without his chatter.

I will love to have nothing less.

In fact…I love it.

Then why does a part inside me is more irritated about his silence than his words?

Why is his lack of words bothering me? When their presence was the one that miffed me the most?

Yeah, it has to be the disrespect. It has to be.

Because of course, if he would ignore me, then it would be disrespectful for me.

Like he's rubbing it on my face…

And that's why I am this pissed.

Nothing else.

The rest of the meal goes in silence. In the view of the dazzling white Gulfstream we landed from.

I haven't raised my head throughout the meal, because I am worried I will—and there would be the arrogant expressions on his face… of victory.

Although I did take some sneak peeks at him, and he looked just as collected and unfazed as ever.

As if it's not bothering him.

Nothing bothers him, because he plans it.

He planned it.

Or maybe it's just he doesn't care…

When we are done, we both stand up without any exchange and he starts walking outside, and I follow him.

I kept like ten meters of distance between us, while following him.

There's an uncomfortable amount of constriction in our movements.

Perhaps, it's something that only I can feel. Because his movements are like butter. Even after such a good sleep—I am feeling strained.

I don't even realise how we start coming closer to the exit, some buff men start coming closer to us too.

As if they are surrounding us. They are—

Armed. And they are not even trying to hide it.

They have circled around us and instinctually come closer to Zane. I don't even know why…

I mean I do know why. Like didn't he promise me about my protection and stuff because the people who would harm me—will do it because of him.

I don't trust his promises, but somehow that's my only hope now.

As if he senses my worry, he turns his head in my direction so that now his side profile is visible to me. “Don't worry. They are our bodyguards.” He doesn't turn completely towards me, but I can tell he is completely Level-headed. In control.

I don't fucking know why was his tone so reassuring to me. And as we reach the exit. I see there are a series of black SUVs. Like eleven of them in a line.

And my eyes roam from the one in the utmost left to the utmost right end. All of them look similar. Look like the one—

The one that the killer had. And that makes a sheen of sweat break out of my forehead. A dull, metallic hum throbs behind my eyes, as if a distant engine is idling inside my ears.

Blood… There's a lot of blood.

Her blood.

From the car on the right side of the centre one, a man comes out. This man looks familiar to Zane. Not as similar as Vance does, but still similar.

They must be family, because this man who's just around Zane's height, comes forward and hugs him.

He is even saying—although I can't hear it. And If I can… I can't understand it. Maybe it's because it's Italian. But even if it wasn't—for me the world has stopped. It has fallen into a reverb-heavy well.

The only inhabitant is a single, relentless whistle that drowns out the frantic movement of their lips.

The man pulls back, and Zane turns to me and says, “William, this is my cousin, Matteo Visconti.” He introduces the man in front of him.

The man—Matteo gives me a subtle but gentle smile.

“It's nice to meet you.”

And like a snap of fingers, I come out of my shattered shell with a hitch of breath.

Both of the men are looking at me only. And I just gulp the bile that has made me feel sick. I try to acknowledge him, but all I can do is nod.

I feel Zane's concerned eyes on me. But I just look away. I can't see that look in that person's eyes, who fucking caused it.

They start talking in Italian again and again I don't understand. What I try to do is—calm by breathing.

I need to drown the pulse in my throat before it betrays the rhythm of my heart.

It's them. It's him.

Just at that moment, the door opens and another man comes out of the car on the left side.

“Zane…” He trails with a smirk. “We were waiting for you.”

And he walks slowly towards Zane and hugs him.

This man looks similar to Matteo. But they both are not as identical in appearance like Zane and Vance.

So maybe not twins, but brothers. Although, this guy is an inch or two shorter than Zane and Matteo. But his build is just like them. Athletic and toned.

He is covered in tattoos too. Which now I think is the blueprint to become a part of a mafia family. Matteo has a tattoo of a tiger biting on their neck.

And his is a similar version but with a vile looking black panther.

Damn the teeth of that panther…

The way they are piercing his skin, just screams dangerous.

And now I notice how this new guy’s eyes leered at me from Zane's shoulder. He pats his back one, then twice but I can tell he is not focused on that.

His eyes travelled from my face to lower and lower. Making goosebumps rise in every part of my body.

He is looking at me like a lion would stare at a bleeding deer. Treacherous and ravenous.

Because just the next moment when he pulls back, and turns his eyes to Zane, he goes back to looking like a bright ray of sunshine.

No signs of the wolfish look he passed me. “Zane fratello, I missed you.” His tone sounded genuine. But somehow I can tell he is not.

It's more like sarcasm.

Because there's something in his gaze which tells me he doesn't even like Zane. Unlike his brother—if he is even that—Matteo who seemed like a genuine ally to him.

But, him—he looks vile. Like, a backstabber and definitely not a well wisher. And maybe Zane knows it too. Because the way he didn't look that on edge around Matteo.

I mean Matteo looks dangerous too, but him… he is something indescribable. But whatever it is, it's wicked.

“Wouldn't you like to introduce us fratello?” He asks Zane, clearly asking him about my introduction.

But the glint in his eyes tells me he already knows. “This is William, my groom.”

The way Zane says it was just so smooth, no signs of disdain and the way he says my name…

It is almost adoration.

And this time—I don't even have a reaction to the word groom. As if I have already accepted it.

His eyes fall back on me, and the starving look comes back. “Ahh… William.” He smirks. “It's my pleasure to meet you.”

He comes closer in my direction and raises his arms. Making me flinch and instinctively recoil back.

But before he can even come closer to my shadow—Zane steps between us. His voice is a low, resonant snap—like a book slamming shut in a silent room—as he says, “Boundaries, Malvolio. Learn to respect them.”

He says it in a way that isn't raging anger. But it's a cold warning wrapped in a silk cloth.

That makes me blink and look at Zane. Even though he can't see me, I look at his back and just think about why he would do that.

Because this time, I actually didn't feel the resentment towards him that I usually do, but gratitude.

He didn't need to do it.

It's just business.

He is literally the killer… and he still.

Maybe it's ego. Maybe it's about an alpha complex where if another man touches something which belongs to him—at least in public’s eyes, it would be insulting.

Yeah, it has to be that. He did it so that his men still respect him as a mafioso. There's no other explanation.

This guy—Malvolio doesn't look quite pleased from Zane's rejection. Which even wasn't a rejection. It was a statement.

But looks like this guy's fragile ego got hurt, though he covers it and there's a biting smirk on his face.

“Woah… already possessive of him huh?”

Possessive? And that too of me? Zane? He can't be possessive of me.

He can see me as his possession…a thing that he owns? Sure. But actually being possessive. Nope. Not possible.

But actually I do wanna know how Zane would answer that question. How will Mr. Calm SBA justify their cold boundary set up.

“Yes, I am. Now keep that in mind.” Zane answers back and his tone is assertive. And this time our eyes do meet.

Mine are definitely wide like a chameleon but his… his have an intense look in them. Although they do soften when they meet mine.

But I can see the storm in those olive orbs. And if I have any doubts about his possessiveness, I don't now.

What I can't understand is why?

Why is the man I hate—possessive of me?

A/N??

Hmm, Zaddy is possesive...????

Yaoi is brewing...

In previous chapter, I asked you guys a question. None of you were creative enough to reply.

And I am definitely not salty about it. Definitely not.

But these are some of the ones that I came up with:

?LiZa

?Zalliam

?Ziam

?Wian

I am asking again, which ship name would you like to give them?

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