He turned and began walking away like our conversation was now over as far as he was concerned. Nothing made
angrier than when he ignored . He could do anything to , and it would be better than when he ignored
like this.
"Hayden…" I called after him softly.
Hayden didn’t turn around to face , but he did pause in his steps. I hesitated a little but still decided to say what I wanted to say anyways. Nothing worst can ever co from this…
"After you turn
into your sex slave, what happens next?" I asked, unable to conceal the malice in my voice.
A few seconds flew by and without saying anything, Hayden walked quietly out of the room. The door closing behind him with a thunderous bang was the only clue that I had to how he was feeling.
…
"That little girl sure is loud…" Luka comnted.
"Why are you here?" Hayden asked, disregarding Luka’s comnt.
"You, on the other hand, don’t look like a man that had just satisfied his lust," Luka teased.
"Why are you here?" Hayden asked again.
"You should cut her so slack or she’s going to break. It’s only been a day or two and she’s already screaming like that…" Luka advised before smirking at Hayden.
"Answer my question, Luka," Hayden said, and it was clear that he wasn’t playing around.
"The boss sent
here to make sure that you don’t end up killing her…" Luka said with a soft laugh.
Hayden was sure that that wasn’t the real reason Luka was sent here.
"What is that old man planning now?" Hayden demanded to know.
"I told you before. You should just marry the girl and take over. Why are you making things so difficult?" Luka asked.
"There’s no point to any of this if she doesn’t know what she’s signing herself up for…" Hayden muttered.
"So, you’re basically giving her a taste of what it’s like being a mafia’s woman, is that it?" Luka asked, clearly amused at the idea.
Hayden didn’t reply but Luka knew that he was spot on. He sighed loudly and rubbed his temples.
"You can do whatever you want to her, I guess," Luka said with disinterest.
"Then why are you really here?" Hayden asked.
"I’m here to give her encouragent so that she’ll get through this tough ti. I want Jack’s only daughter to be happy as well, you know…" Luka said with a wistful smile.
"You knew?" Hayden said and it wasn’t truly a question.
"She looks nothing like him, thank God. But sotis the way she gets so stubborn, it’s a little like Jack, don’t you think?" Luka said as he seed to recall so not-so-fond mories.
"What do you plan to do?" Hayden inquired.
"Don’t worry. I’m just going to talk to her…now and then…" Luka replied casually.
"Don’t go inside. If you do, I’ll kill you," Hayden stated matter-of-factly.
"Sounding very much like the boss now, aren’t you? I won’t go in…" Luka said.
Hayden nodded before turning on his heels and walked away. Luka watched the younger man leave before sighing. Unlike Hayden, he’d seen won in Malissa’s position before and knew that the current thod that Hayden was using would only be half effective. The question was, how does he make up for the other half.
Luka let out a long sighed before walking away from the door to Malissa’s room. Judging from all that screaming that she’s done, it was very unlikely that she had enough voice or strength to conduct a conversation with him through the thick wooden door. Therefore, he had decided to return again tomorrow.
…
The next morning, I still had my eyes closed when I heard soft knocking sounds from the opposite side of the door. It’s not Hayden…
With my eyes still closed, I slowly sat up on the bed before trudging sleepily to the door. I hope it’s not food that they’re delivering, but I bet that it was. Food was the last thing on my mind right now. Since the knocking wouldn’t cease, I knew that I had to get the door or answer.
"Co in…" I called out sleepily.
I flopped down onto the living room’s sofa, knowing that whoever was at the door had the keys to open the door from the outside. It wasn’t like I could open the door for them from the inside anyways. I rubbed my eyes with my hands and yawned disgracefully. I felt sleep deprived, tired and I wasn’t in the best of moods.
The door slowly opened, and many maids wheeled in trollies filled with brown boxes. Auntie was there to orchestrate the whole thing. I wasn’t sure what was in the box and honestly, I didn’t care.
"Good morning, Malissa," Auntie greeted
with a nervous smile.
I probably look like a ss. Running my fingers through my long hair, I flipped it away from my face before smiling lazily back at her.
"Good morning, Auntie," I whispered lazily.
I glanced over at the pile of large brown boxes that the maids have lifted down from the trolley onto the floor. Whatever is in there isn’t going to improve my mood or impress . I sighed loudly and Auntie gave
an uncertain look.
"Malissa…Hayden has ordered for these art supplies to be delivered to you. There’s a very nice art studio in that room over there…and…" Auntie said with a forced smile.
"Does he expect
to paint in that studio till the day that I die?" I snapped.
"…Malissa…" Auntie gasped in shock at my cruel and blunt words.
Shit. I’m taking my anger out on the wrong person again. It was unfortunate for Auntie to be caught sandwiched between Hayden,
and our conflict. I wanted to lash out at Hayden but he’s always out during the day.
"I’m sorry. Please just…leave them there…" I said before sighing exasperatedly.
"I’ll get the maids to arrange them in the studio. I’m sure that Hayden doesn’t want you to feel bored…" Auntie said softly.
"If he truly doesn’t want
to feel bored, he would let
out of here," I said through clenched teeth to prevent myself from shouting at her.
I can’t believe she’s still taking his side even when he’s locked
up in here. What is wrong with the world?!
--To be continued…
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