Chapter 5; Trapped

{Adaira's POV}

Great! Just great! Or what do you say in this kind of situation I found myself in? Gun pointed to the head in an unfamiliar environment?

The dreadful thought had crawled up into my mind, gutting me so much that I had the urge to bend over my knees and empty my stomach.

"I'd be dead with no one knowing how the hell it happens."

How it happened? What the fuck happened? My life had just been transcending from bad to worse. First was seeing Daniel eating his new girlfriend's face, then getting laid to realize that I'd gotten laid with a gangster. And now, I am standing with a gun against my skull.

My whole body vibrated, and I could hear my squeak over the loud thrum of my heart. God! I want to cry. I just want to curl myself in somewhere dark and break down.

But breaking down is not going to help now. And for the love of Tora, I might not be able to cry my gut out.

"Let it go, Cassius. She's my guest."

I've never been relieved of hearing that throaty voice, or even listening to his fast strides towards me before he stopped right before me.

And I could not help but breathe out a relieved sigh. But that had been short-lived, because Cassius had pressed the barrel firmly against my head, dousing me with the cold reality that he's still in power here.

Yeah! Yeah! I know. Cassius Blackwood was no one to mess with. From the news I have read, he was once the leader of the "Blackwood Mafia organization" before he stepped down and handed the power over to his son, Asher Blackwood.

But that doesn't mean that he held no power himself. The man, despite being old had a recent record of plucking out a cop's eyes and he'd even never been sentenced nor arrested for it.

That's how powerful and dangerous he is. He's someone who could kill me and leave no trace.

Oh! And how nice and easy would that be? I had no family who would search for me. And Tora would believe that I'd betrayed her and chose dick over hoes.

"Don't fuck with me, Cassius. Put the fucking gun down and get the fuck out of here."

"She's..."

"I know! And it's not your business to deal with."

I don't know what he knows and god bless me, I had not even been curious. But the moment I felt the gun lifted against my head, I let out the breath I had been holding, back pummeled against the closed door.

I held my chest in my hand. Fingers tracing circles over it as if to soothe the pain within.

But no amount of me rubbing my chest will bring me peace or ease my pain.

I had been on the verge of dead! I had almost been shot. As if that was not terrifying enough.

"Are you okay?"

Okay? Am I okay? Is he shitting with me right now? I had almost been shot to death! I had experienced terror I had not, in my entire 22yr never experienced before.

I raised my head, my eyes, laced with unshed tears fixed on the man before me.

"Yeah! I am okay. Because it'd been exhilarating being pointed a gun at me when I had been kidnapped here against my will!"

"Sorry about my father. He got all paranoid with people that are not family."

Asher waved his hand around dramatically as if I'd be thrilled to know that.

He knew! He fucking knew that his father would be paranoid at the sight of a non-family in the house! And the prick still brought me here... against my will, of course.

I noticed that he'd ignored the second part of my sentence, looking so innocent with his blue eyes filled with worries and lines of worries creased around his brows.

As if I'll be guilted into thanking him. Heck! It was supposed to be a one-night stand before he took it up his head and made a stupid marriage proposal.

Who...in their right mind, would want to marry a Mafia leader? There might be girls who think a relationship should be physical rather than rational. And those girls do not in any way include me.

I might have sucked his dick in my dream, and I might have enjoyed it. But no, I won't risk my life by fantasizing about sucking it dick in real life.

No matter how enticing it sounds. No! No matter how curious I was to find out if it was as beautiful as it was in my dream.

"Adaira."

I cleared my throat, looking away to force down the traitorous thought that was making heat slither up my face.

I plastered my back firmly against the door, arms wrapped around my midriff.

"I want to go home."

"I thought you wanted to be here with me, kitten."

Here with him?

He must have been on some kind of toke that is messing up his head.

My eyes found his again, as I straightened myself up.

I know I should not overdo myself, but I couldn't help my little finger that snatched out to poke at his rigid chest.

"Want to be here?" I snorted. "Oh yeah! Because it's a great thing that the man I fucked who left me alone in a goddamn hotel room had proposed marriage and even kidnapped me. Oh so yeah! I want it. It's fucking romantic!"

"Then why are you mad if you like it? Why do you wanna leave if you like being with me?"

Really?

"Are you insane, Asher?"

I winced at my outburst. First. Do not get on the man's bad side. He had me where he wanted me and he could kill me if he thinks I am running my mouth too much.

But I could not help it. He either had been playing dumb with me or he's dumb.

I want to leave here. I believe that much was passed across from my message.

"Listen, Adaira."

And I won't even ask how he knows my name. The man had to have his way with everything. Me and finally got his way with trapping me here.

I felt my eyes stung. The thought of being stuck with a Mafia for the rest of my life made my chest squeeze in pain.

I had been planning my life and my future. And in that future, it was only me and Daniel with perhaps, our kids. Now that Daniel was out of the picture, there's no way I want to replace him with Asher fucking Blackwood.

But the man is a bug–hard to kill because he kept crawling his way into my life. He's a fucking loan shark who's willing to shackle me with debt...

No way. There's no way he's letting me go. I mean, that much was obvious when he'd carried me from school to his house. Or maybe...just maybe, he'd toss me away when he's done with me.

The thought of being some Mafia leader fuck toy made my stomach drop. My shoulder slumped, too tired to carry the weight of my thought any longer. And I felt the tears trickled down my face.

"God! Kitten. Are you okay?"

I wish I was. I wish I had just cried out Daniel's betrayal in the lone space of my room. I wish I had listened to that voice that warned me not to fuck a random man because the Cupid arrow in me had been broken.

I wished for many things, but I had not wished to be enclosed in a warm embrace of Asher Blackwood.

Asher pulled me against his chest. One arm snaked around my waist as the other hand rocked my back to and fo

"It's okay." He whispered, nose nestled into my neck as if to breathe in my pain. "I'm here."

But I don't want him to be there. Yet, I reveled in his warm embrace, soaking myself in the comfort of his chest.

I inhaled a lungful of his scent. The man smelled like lavender mixed with the expensive after-shave cream he's used. He seemed to have taken a bath because he smelled freshly out of the bathroom. Made me wonder how long I had been kept here against my will.

And no one will be looking for me. Well, except Tora who might have tried to get in contact with me and was denied.

I know I should request to talk with my best friend, yet, I snuggled closer to the man, ignoring the bitchy shrill voice of my friends who accused me of "choosing dick over hoe". And I welcomed the hug and the comfort it brought.

The hug was familiar, as though it was not the first time. Comforting like a cashmere against my skin, rubbing its soft silk against my skin.

"I'm here, kitten. No one is going to hurt you..."

I noticed the pause in his statement. The pause that dragged long enough to be forgotten and swallowed into the rumble of his throat–but I know the unsaid words.

The novelty of my life for the past couple of days had made me complete Asher's word in my mind.

"No one is going to hurt you..."

*Except me*