𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 16

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I left the room

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I left the room. I couldn't look at her so I just closed the door. Why does these things always happen to me? Fuck all of this!

I can't leave her but I have to.

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I met with my father at his house. This guy is rich rich. „Hello father." I said without any emotion. I decided since I left Leyla I will never ever show my emotion to anyone except for her. „Hello son. Get ready. They are already waiting." he said sternly. I got into the house and there they stood. This man. He looks like he's in his fifties.

And I know that my father couldn't just kill him because he has at least 50 guys outside somewhere. Two body guards were standing beside him. I looked at him and gave him an disgusting look. I went to my old room and got ready.

As I went down I walked past a woman. She looked at me and winked at me. Bitch. I ignored her and met the guy. "Hello Don! I'm Matias Consule! You will come with me." He said in an thick Italien accent. "Is there any other chance we can get you back... without my son fighting for you?" my dad said as he looked nervous.

"I made my decision. He's coming with me." said Matias. I gave my dad a nod and followed Matias. I got into his car and we drove off.

"Don Don Don. So tell me about yourself." He said. I looked at him confused and ignored him. "Oh ok I guess you are in a mood. Oh anyways how is Leyla doing?" He said with a evil grin. I was so close to stop the car somehow and beat this mother fucker till he was a dead man.

I looked at him. "Fuck all of you, bitches."

After a long ride we were there. This place looked like a Palace. I got there and looked around the mansion. "Okay Don. This is your room." It was all black. I liked it. But not more than the room with Leyla. "Get ready. We are waiting for you in the dining room.

I looked a little around my room. Not a second passed and I texted Leyla.

Me: "Hello Darling. I miss you. It's okay here. I have my own room and they are giving me something to eat. I love you! We will see us soon. Hopefully."

She didn't responded. She didn't even see my number. What was wrong? She always texted me back.

I threw my phone onto my bed and ran my fingers threw my hair. I sat on the bed and was so angry. She probably hates me. I huffed and wanted to stand up before I heard a knock. "What?" I said angry. The doors opened and the same woman I saw in my dads house stood there. She wore a black silk dress that hugged her waist perfectly. But not like Leylas. I looked at her and shrugged my arms together.

"Oh pretty boy is mad?" She said. That only made me more mad. "What do you want?" I asked annoyed. "Well I wanted to tell you that dinner is ready."

"I'm coming." I said as I walk past her. "Oh I bet you do." She said with a chuckle. What is wrong with this girl? I turned around and walked straight to her. Her eyes widened as I got near. "Listen up. I've got a girlfriend so don't even try anything, understood?" I said angry. "We'll see.." she said with a smirk as she walked away.

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We all ate together which made me uncomfortable because I didn't even knew this family. In front of me sat Matias, beside me this bitch and beside Matias a big guy. His name was Jansen. I think that was the brother of that bitch. Everyone was talking to each other. "Don?" she said. "What the fuck do you want?" I said annoyed. "Woah chill out pretty boy." I just rolled my eyes at her and adverted my eyes to the plate in front of me. "I'm Maria by the way." She said with a smile. I quickly looked at her and looked into her eyes.

She was pretty. But nobody could top Leyla.

"Well pretty boy. What do you want to do?" She asked in a flirty way as she put her hand on my thigh.

"Sleep." I said and stood up. Matias looked at me and I walked to my room.

I laid on my bed and texted Leyla.

Me: "Leyla can you please answer me? I didn't have a choice, do  you get that?"

No answer. Okay I fucked up.

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