Chapter 3

• Chapter 3
• Elena;
• Upon entering the room, I immediately scrunch my nose at the pungent odor of weed. Yes, I knew what it was and what it smelled like due to the nature of my job. But I still couldn't get used to it. It always messes with my system.
• Coughing slightly, I took a good look at the shirtless man in front of me. Angelo Fabian.
• My first time setting my eyes on him and I couldn't help but notice his well-defined looks. His eyes were a shade of light blue and....tattoos covered his whole chest and arm.
• Regardless, I still noticed the not-so-faint gory scars on his torso and abdomen. I felt a chill run down my spine at the deadly aura emanating from him.
• He was just as I'd expected, except for the fact that he was way younger than I had imagined him to be In my head. Plus, I wasn't expecting him to be so devilishly handsome and sexy at the same time.
• I didn't realize I was standing and gaping at him until his deep voice sounded, making me jerk slightly and I felt my face heat.
• "Damn sweetcheeks, it is a pleasure to finally have you here."
• I scrunched my brows slightly in shock, 'Does he know me from somewhere?' I wondered to myself.
• He gave a toothy smile and got off the bed. My gaze trailed down to his almost naked form, his shirtless body, and down to his...
• I shook my head at the disgustingly dirty thoughts. 'What the heck is wrong with me?'
• He was by my side in less than a second and I felt his hands grab my waist. "I have been dying to have a taste of this luscious body of yours, love."
• His hands went downwards and he grabbed my boobs, causing a wave of panic to wash me over. I forcefully pulled his hand away and stepped back in shock.
• "What the heck!" I snapped out loudly. I saw his eyes darken and for some reason, the room suddenly became chilly.
• He must have mistaken me for someone, cause I certainly wasn't a slut or whatever he thought I was. I cleared my throat and said as calmly as possible.
• "I am not...who you think I am. Not a slut!"
• His expression hardened but then he blinked.
• Composing myself, I went straight to the point. "I am the daughter of Eric Donovan." I paused, watching his reaction. And true to my guess, he was enraged. But I continued.
• "I know what my father did. And I came here to...plead on his behalf...if you can spare him and give me a little more time to come up with the money and settle all he owes you."
• I took a deep breath as I let the words out. My eyes met his and I saw his countenance transform into a scary one. His eyes darkened and his jaws and fists clenched by his side.
• "You have got to be fucking kidding me!" He took menacing steps toward me and I stepped back further until my back hit the door.
• He grabbed my cheeks, forcefully and said, "It seems you have no clue as to who I am sweet cheeks. I am the fucking Angelo Fabian, the number one most ruthless Mafia Lord in this fucking country. And no one--not even your dim wit of a father messes with me and goes scot-free!"
• He enunciated every word, leaving me breathing hard with my eyes wide open. His hot breath caressed my cheeks and I saw his eyes flicker to my lips. My heart was beating so fast as his hands grazed my nose and my lips.
• "Your father is never escaping from this. You, on the other hand, have a lot of guts showing up here."
• I wanted to snap his hands away for his guts but I felt handicapped, his gaze paralyzing me in place.
• "But," he added, "I could make an exception though. I could spare your father and forget about his debts," he glanced over my face and then back to my eyes, "I could go against my principles' and forgive him,"
• I felt a surge of relief wash over me but a flicker of doubt crossed my mind. 'Wasn't he considered unforgiving? Was he perhaps playing at something dangerous here?' I wondered.
• His masculine scent washed over me, messing with my senses. I didn't notice he was kissing my neck, and I heard him whisper, "On the condition that you would be my sexual plaything..."
• I felt my heart skip, "wait, what!?
• "For a year," He completed.
• I shook my head, planting a disbelieving look on my face. What was I expecting by the way? He pulled back slightly, watching me with an amused expression and I couldn't control my next words any longer.
• "You must be joking to suggest something as disgusting as that. Over my dead body would I agree to such shameless request from you..."
• "Sorry baby, I don't do c**pse. So you staying very much alive."
• "I am not a toy to be played with. And besides, I have a boyfriend, so look elsewhere."
• The corner of his lips curled up in a smirk and I simply turned my back and made to open the door, but his words stopped me. "Be ready to receive your father's bones if you are sticking on rejecting my offer."
• I turned sharply back at him and he raised an eyebrow, "However, I do not need your permission to have you. I do not care what you want or do not want."
• "You are one hell of a cocky bastard. Keep being delusional." I placed a hand on the doorknob and turned it, planning to leave, but it didn't budge.
• In an instant, I felt strong hands on me and I was thrown on the bed. Angelo hovered over me, his breath reeking of alcohol and weed.
• I was beginning to panic and tried to get up sharply, but he held me back down. He was enraged, and as much as I was repulsed and angry at him, I felt so scared.