Ugly Ronney: mafia romance [English]

Chapter 11-5

Isaac was waiting for me by the car. With the door wide open, he invited me to sit in the back. I looked at him suspiciously and then politely declined.

"I'll take an Uber, thank you."

"Miss Jimenez, let me take you home. I insist."

"Did Yeraz ask you to do this?"

The man nodded.

"I don't want anything from him!"

"Be reasonable. You will be in bed in twenty minutes."

I sighed. Isaac's words finally convinced me.

"How long have you been working for him?"

My question had broken the silence that had prevailed for several minutes inside the car. Isaac glanced at me in the rearview mirror.

"A long time, ma'am."

His evasive answer indicated a desire not to start any conversation with me. I persisted, because I really needed to confide in someone. "I think he hates me. Yet he stubbornly insists on holding me back."

I watched the landscape pass before my eyes through the window. Isaac had taken a different route to take me home.

"Mr. Khan isn't a sentimental man. He doesn't have time to hate you, or even to like you."

With a sad look on my face, I put my forehead against the window. The feeling of coolness did me a world of good.

Isaac cleared his throat before saying in a low voice, "This is the first time in my eight-year career that I have seen him completely absent mentally."

I straightened up and looked in the rearview mirror again. Isaac, uneasy about divulging this information, didn't dare to meet my gaze.

"He spent his time finding out where you were and what you were doing."

"I don't understand anything anymore," I muttered.

"Before he met you, Mr. Khan was a dead man with no soul. You were the person who showed him that he was alive." Isaac paused for a second before continuing in a strange voice, "But is that a good thing, Miss Jimenez?"

A shiver ran through me. When I looked away, I recognized Yeraz's house. I sat up abruptly.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm sorry. I was given orders."

"You told me you were taking me home. I trusted you!"

I was holding back my screams.

"Please understand me, Miss Jimenez. Nobody says 'no' to Mr. Khan."

He got out of the car, but I didn't wait for him to open the door. Furious, I slammed it shut behind me and glared at Isaac as I passed. He apologized one last time before I went into the house, out of my mind.

Yeraz's room was in a strange darkness. I crossed my arms over my chest to reassure myself. There was nothing to disturb the silence of the house. A kind of mist hung in the air. The light of the moon illuminated the room and made shadows of various shapes dance on the floor. I walked slowly towards the large cabinet placed on the side of the wall. It was covered with a transparent glass window. Inside, I could see six weapons of different calibers, meticulously arranged. I wondered: how long could a man like Yeraz stay alive? He had to have a lot of enemies. My throat tightened at the thought. Hands came to rest on the cabinet on both sides of my body, encircling me like a vise.

"You shouldn't be admiring these toys."

I half-closed my eyes as I heard the whisper of his voice.

"And you shouldn't be playing with them," I replied in a weak voice.

Yeraz slid the top of the clear glass to take out a gun. Still with my back to him, I felt his body move a little closer to me. He grabbed my wrist and put the gun in my hand.

"No, I don't want it!"

I struggled, but Yeraz tightened his steel grip on my wrist.

"It's heavier than you thought, isn't it? Don't you feel stronger now? This MAC 50 almost has a soul."

I tried to let go of the gun, which seemed to burn my palm, but Yeraz continued to force me to hold it. He pinned me against the cabinet to keep me from moving and grabbed bullets with his free hand.

"Let me go. You're crazy!"

My heart pounding, I struggled as best I could while screaming. He directed my hands to open the chamber and put the bullets inside. With the gun loaded, Yeraz pointed it straight at us, putting my finger on the trigger. His cheek against mine, I felt his beard caress my skin and then his lips came close to my ear.

"Now you know how it works. When you light the fuse, I'm like that gun: capable of anything."

Yeraz didn't pull the trigger, but the threat was clear. He released me and I took the opportunity to move as far away from him as possible.

My knees were shaking and threatening to collapse at any moment under my weight. The gun still in my hand, I pointed it at Yeraz. A growing tension knotted my back muscles. In the darkness, his eyes glowed wildly as he scrutinized me with intense concentration. I swallowed my sobs and screamed.

"I could kill you right now and claim self-defense!"

Yeraz grinned evilly. He tilted his head and put his thumb over his lips.

"You'll have to find something else. I've never hit a woman in my life. My family knows that. Why is your wrist shaking like that?"

Still with my arm outstretched, I didn't back down.

"You've killed men!"

"A lot of them," he said without a hint of remorse.

He walked towards me without any fear of dying. Why? I stepped back until I met the wall. A cruel smile continued to light up his face. Trapped, it was impossible for me to move back any further. Yeraz got close enough to me to grab my arm and raise it in the air. He snatched the gun out of my hand, then removed the bullets to make sure no one would get hurt. Then he leaned over to look into my eyes and slowly articulated each word.

"I want to see you first thing tomorrow, here, ready to work."

His gaze could have petrified anyone at that moment. The smell of his skin and his cologne unsettled me. I shuddered despite myself. He put his gun in the hollow of my neck before making it slide down my breasts, then to my lower abdomen. Feelings of fear and desire paralyzed me. My eyes closed, I tried to control the rhythm of my breathing. I could feel Yeraz's gaze on me.

The gun caressed my crotch. It was confusing and exciting at the same time. I held back from putting my hands on him. I refused to give myself to this man, to lose control. This wasn't healthy. I opened my eyes again.

"Stop," I managed to say between two sighs.

Yeraz didn't insist and removed his weapon from between my thighs, his eyes burning with desire.

"Surrender to me, Ronney, and we won't have to talk about it anymore."

I shook my head.

"You could have slept with him tonight, but you're pushing me away."

"At least he never called me a bitch!"

Yeraz stepped back as if I had just slapped him. We stared at each other for a moment. I saw in his eyes the new fury of a man mad with jealousy.

"Is that all you want to remember? A word spoken in anger?"

"You don't hit women, but you insult them. Do you really think that's better?"

"Some of them like it! It makes them shout my name even louder."

I grimaced before declaring, "I have to go home, and you, you have to go to your club."

Yeraz looked at me for a moment, his face serious.

"Tomorrow you're coming back to work! Don't make me come and get you."

I was too overwhelmed to be afraid. I fluttered my eyelids and staggered to the door, feeling the weight of his gaze on my back.