My mafia love

9~ Restraint

Kelly's POV:

"Going somewhere?" Cade's voice was low and calm. He didn't sound angry, he didn't really seem anything. I could never tell what this man is thinking or feeling even if my life depended on it. I mean Hell, he might not feel a god damn thing at all.

I kept my eyes closed for a few seconds, not wanting to face the reality that I didn't make it out and that I am infact stuck here.

I tilted my head back slowly, my eyes meeting with his and I feared to say anything, I had no idea what my punishment would be. Staring gormlessly, a single tear dripped from my eye, rolling down my cheek.

Cade raises his hand and gently wipes away the droplet of salty water. My mouth opened slightly and I bunched my eyebrows together in confusion. Why is he being so gentle when I just tried running away?

"You can't leave me just yet, Kelly."  He mumbled, inching closer to my face.

"I'm sorry, Please don't hurt me. I just don't want to die." I whispered.

I feel so confused, I feel hopelessness, fear but also enjoyment.

Yep.

Only a small part of me enjoys him being this close, it's not hard for any normal person to see that even though this man is a complete psychopath, he was created by Gods.

"I told you not to try, remember?" he said, his voice calm but carrying something underneath it—something controlled. Dangerous. "Didn't I, Kelly?"

The way my name sounded on his lips shouldn't have affected me but it did.

A lot.

I move my face away from his large hand and take a few steps back, "You also told me you wouldn't hurt me."

He stepped towards me, closing the gap between us once again, "Have I hurt you?" he asked quietly, cocking his head to the side.

"You kidnapped me! So forgive me if i'm not exactly feeling reassured. You're trying to play with my head one minute you try act like a hero, the next you act like you really do want me dead." My voice tightened. "So please whatever i'm still here for, get it over and done with."

"That wasn't the question, Kelly." He clenched his jaw.

"No." I finally answered reluctantly.

"Then don't make me change that." he replied.

His words were soft, too soft.

"You're not afraid of me." he whispered inching closer to my ear.

A shiver slid down my whole body at the action. "I am." I replied.

"Not enough."

My heart was pounding now, my thoughts tangling. He was too close. Everything about him was too much—his presence, his voice, the way he looked at me like I was something he was trying to figure out instead of something he already owned.

I don't know what's coming over me, I shouldn't be speaking to him like this but I already know nothing good is going to come of it either way.

He gripped my wrist and pulled me even closer to him, causing my breath to hitch, the way he smelled was heavenly.

Our bodies were now touching.

"Stop running." he whispered. I looked up at him, taking notice of how his gaze changed, it didn't give the impression of the cold reputation i'd heard whispers of or seen glimpses of. I got lost in his eyes for a moment trying to figure out what he was thinking.

"Do you have any idea," he murmured, "how dangerous it is for you to look at me like that?"

"What is going on here?!" I replied wanting answers, I want to know what they are going to do with me.

He looked at me for a long moment and then quietly-

"Restraint."

"What?" I asked confused.

His gaze flickered, something darker surfacing.

"I don't think you're ready for the alternative of that."

Silence stretched between us, thick and charged.

I should be terrified.

I am terrified, I think.

But underneath that, tangled up in everything else, was something I didn't want to name.

Something that made it hard to breathe when he stepped back.

"Go back to your room," Cade said, his voice returning to something more controlled, more distant. "Don't try this again."

My pulse stumbled. After he stepped back, he watched me, waiting for me to walk back inside so he could follow.

What the actual fuck just happened.