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Markus

No. No! She will not control the situation. She will pay for breaking my trust.

“Shut your mouth,” I roar.

She flinches as if my words have physically smacked her, and I need to get away. Leave this room before I do something I can’t take back, or worse, before I take her into my arms and run back up the stairs.

Turning on my heels, I walk toward the door. I’ve made it all of two feet before she starts to sob. The sound makes my ears ring. She’s openly crying, allowing me to see how weak she is. Does she not realize how stupid that is?

“Please, turn the light on!” She lets out a strangled sob.

The fear in her voice reaches out and grabs me by the balls. Fuck. I look at the light switch, stare at it, and then another sob fills the room.

“Please, Markus! Please, don’t leave me in the dark. I’ll do anything.” I hear tiny feet shuffling over the floor and twist around to see that she is now a few feet away.

She risks getting close to me when she knows how angry I am with her? Does she have a death wish? The way she is looking at me right now. It makes me want to reach out and take her into my arms. Don’t. She deserves this. I remind myself.

“Don’t do this to me, please. I can’t handle the dark.”

Her pleads hit me right in the chest, and I can’t ignore them. I flick the light switch on and walk out of the room, slamming the door shut behind me. I lock it and stomp up the steps angrily. Even though I can no longer hear her cries, I know she is crying. Her heart-shaped face stricken with fear and the tears in her eyes…

Stop! I force myself to stop thinking about her and walk to the alcohol cabinet in the living room. I don’t bother grabbing a glass and instead grab the bottle. It won’t be a glass night tonight. Twisting the cap off, I bring the bottle to my lips and take a long pull from it.

The whiskey burns all the way down my throat, leaving a path of fiery hell in its wake. I take the bottle and myself over to the couch and sag down on it. I take another drink, and another, wondering if I’ll have to drink this whole thing before I can stop thinking about her.

I don’t know why I’m so angry over her breaking my trust. I should’ve expected it, but I was stupid. I stupidly wanted her to stand by me, to be loyal because she wanted to be, that she maybe wanted whatever was taking place between us. I wanted her to want me. In the end, all it did was make me look like a fool. I won’t be as stupid next time. I won’t fall for her lies.

Shaking my head, I take another drink. My throat is numb, and my insides are warm now. The world around me is swimming, and I wonder how much time has passed. Then I hear it-the ringing of my cell phone from upstairs.

Like a newborn calf, I push off the couch on unsteady legs and nearly eat the floor a few times. I almost chuckle to myself as I walk upstairs with the bottle in my hand. By the time I reach my phone, it’s no longer ringing.

Grabbing the device off the nightstand, I see that I’ve missed a call from Lucca. My anger is immediately redirected at him.

What the fuck has he been doing?

I enter my code and call him back. Taking another gulp of bourbon, I put the phone on speaker and listen to it ring.

“Hey,” Lucca coolly answers.

“What the fuck, dickhead? What took you so long to return my text and calls? You ask me to do you a favor, and then I don’t hear from you again?”

“Whoa, calm down. There was an accident at the mansion the other day. Elena got hurt, and Julian has everyone working night and day to find her father.”

A tinge of guilt develops but doesn’t latch on. I do feel a little bad for leaving Julian, but I haven’t taken so much as a day off since I started working for his family when I was sixteen-years-old. I deserve this, even if it’s not a typical thing to do when working for the mob.

“Oh, well, a text message wouldn’t have hurt,” I grumble and take another drink.

Lucca chuckles. “You sound like a clingy girlfriend.”

“You sound like a stupid fuck,” I retort, and my words slur a bit. Obviously, the alcohol is catching up with me. My eyes dart to the alarm clock on the nightstand. Just a little after ten. I feel so fucking old, and drunk. What’s the next step, the nursing home?Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

“Are you drinking?”

“Yeah, what’s it to you?”

“Not a damn thing. Wish I could have a drink myself, but I’ve got to stay on my toes. Julian would have my head on a platter if I got drunk.”

“Yeah, yeah. Don’t be doing anything to piss him off. You don’t want to see him when he loses his fucking mind. It turns into a bloodbath real fast.”

“Right. I called because I wanted to see if I could come by the cabin in the next few days and talk. It’s something I can’t really speak about over the phone.”

I blink slowly. “Is it about her? The underage girl? This better not be what I think it is.”

“She’s sixteen, Markus, and it’s not like that. I’m not a fucking creep. I’m not going to fuck her. Even if she was twenty, I wouldn’t touch her.” I’m not sure if he’s trying to convince himself or me, but it’s not working. I see right through his fucking lies.

“Yeah, sure, whatever,” I mumble. Right now, I don’t care about anything. I take another gulp of whiskey, emptying the rest of the contents into my mouth. Frowning at the bottle, I contemplate going back downstairs to grab another.

“I’ll message you when I’m on my way, okay?”

“Yeah,” I hiss and fall back onto the mattress. “Wait… I could use your help with something. Since you’re going to come here anyway.”

“Okay?” He sounds a little uneasy, probably because I hardly ever ask for help.

“Fallon, the girl here with me, the one I bought at the auction…”

“Yes. You’re speaking in blocks, Markus. Spit it out.” Impatience fills his voice.

“Fuck you!” I growl and continue, “I need to teach her a lesson. I’ll send you a text and tell you exactly what I want from you when you get here.”

“Whatever you need, I got you.”

It should bother me he’s willing to do anything I ask, even to an innocent woman, but it doesn’t. Not today.

Fallon needs to learn her place and learn that no matter how much time passes or how attached I grow to her, she will always be mine and that I will always hold the power in this fucked up relationship we have.

“Talk later,” he says, and ends the call.

I drop the phone onto the mattress beside me and stare up at the ceiling. My vision is blurry, and my ears start ringing.

As soon as my conversation with Lucca is over, my thoughts return to Fallon.

She did this to herself. She betrayed you… I tell myself, but somehow it doesn’t lessen the pain I feel in my chest. It doesn’t lessen my want to bring her upstairs and wrap my arms around her, to fuck her until she is a mess of my cum. She won’t learn her lesson that way, though, so I hold myself back.

I let the alcohol pump through my veins and overtake my senses. Eventually, my eyes drift closed, and my mind shuts down. I fall into a fitful sleep, but even in my dreams, I can’t escape her beautiful face and soft cries.