Make me yours

Chapter 11

"I finally have the pleasure to see you." He says.

His hand on my face makes me uncomfortable as everything on him. His eyes look me as deep on my soul as it is possible and it sucks almost all my happiness and confidence. He is a strange man, his eyes are cold and his teeth too white. His presence by itself makes me shiver. 

"The pleasure it's all yours," I say taking his hand off my face. 

"I forgot to introduce myself." 

"You did."

"My name is Thomas Riddle, I worked with your grandmother before she passed away."    

"You are Mattheo's dad." I declare.

"Yes, I am. I have been told so much about you. By Mattheo and of course by your grandmother. You look just like her."

I don't know what to say. So I stand there looking at him with my strongest neutral look. Luckily, Mattheo appears just when his father finishes talking. 

"I think she is even prettier than her grandmother." Mattheo stats.

"Don't be silly, boy. They look alike, you just didn't meet Livian when she was young." His tone is rigid and without showing any kind of affection. 

"She has her attitude, tho," Mattheo says. 

"It truly seems like it."

"Are you two going to keep talking as if I am not here."  I finally intervene. 

"It was not my intention to offend you, Miss Adams." The man says. "I can't wait for you to take your grandmother's place. Is that your intention, am I right?"

 I look at Mattheo, asking for help since I know nothing about what his father is talking about. 

 "She isn't eighteen yet, father."                      

"I know, but she would be a great leader, I know it, it's on her blood. Besides, I have seen her fighting, she has her fire."

"She will soon know and decide if she wants it, father."

"I can't wait to work with you, Miss Adams," Thomas says smiling, again the sinister smile. And then, leaves. 

"I am sorry. He insisted on talking to you." Mattheo says coming closer to me.

"You need to tell me what the fuck is going on," I say. 

"I know." He looks at the floor for a few seconds. "This week I am going to teach you how to use guns and then I will tell you everything."

"Why do I need to work with guns?"

"Livian, you weren't born to be like other girls. You weren't born to carry lipstick on your purse, you were born to carry all your strength there."

"And I need guns to that?"

"No, you only need the fire that is inside you. Guns will help, tho."

"Who was my grandmother, Mattheo?"

"She was the creator of the biggest hidden company that this world has ever seen. She was the strongest woman that anybody has ever met. You were born to take her place. And for now, that's all I can say but soon all will be clear."

I look at him shocked. That was deep but at the same time vague, too vague. I need answers. But I am not going to get them today and to be honest, I don't know if I am ready. 

Surprisingly, even for myself, I hug him. I hug Mattheo Riddle. I put my hands on his shoulders and put our bodies closer placing my head on his chest right below his head.