Primed for Sin

Chapter 1

Angela's POV:

Oh my god! This room is bigger than the size of my apartment! And honestly one of the nicest rooms I've ever been in. But I still miss my apartment. Laying on the bed was a long slender emerald dress with some dark pumps at the edge of the bed. I quickly got dressed and walked outside my room where I was then escorted to the dinner table.

Mr. Evans scanned how I looked, licked his lips, and bit the edge of his bottom lip. 

"Wow, you... look amazing," he told me.

"I know, but that's beside the point. Why take me, why choose me? You're a handsome fellow and I'm sure you know that. You must have girls lining the door to go out with you. Why did you take me from my life?" I asked with my eyebrows furrowed.

He stared me directly in the eyes and spoke "I think you remind me of my mother. Not in a weird way, but I can sense this tenderness from you. And as for all those girls, you think to surround me, they come after me because they know I have power and I have money. I picked you because as I told you before I don't fall for anyone. And I'm used to getting what I want so that's why you're here."

Anger bubbles inside of me. I uttered through my clenched teeth, "You do realize you could have asked me out on a date like a normal person, instead of god damn kidnapping me! I have responsibilities and a life that I would like to get back to."

He let out a deep laugh while clenching his chest, "Yes, I could have done that but I didn't. I want you to be mine. Didn't want to leave it up to chance, that way another guy could approach you and claim you as his own." he said. 

How dare he? I belong to no one.

I stomped off, that was until he grabbed my wrist and turned him towards me. He whispered in my ear "I don't remember saying that we were finished here, darling." I started to shiver a little and had got goosebumps all over my body. 

"Yes, we are," I replied back. I walked towards my room and slammed the door. I couldn't really leave the premises because he had his personal henchman at every exit. I walked towards the bed and laid down on my stomach with my arms crossed and my head burrowed into my arms.

Chris's POV:

She's a stubborn one. But oh, how her beauty mesmerizes me. I never thought I would come to this point where I'm head over heels over a girl. It's usually the other way around, women fall at my feet. I wish she could get over her hatred for me and see that I do deeply care for her. But I can't expect much at least yet. She's angry and justifiably so, but I didn't want to risk her being the one that got away. 

Life wasn't always like this. I was about three years old when my mother married my stepfather. My mother was a seamstress and my stepfather owned a laundry business, or at least that's what I initially thought. It wasn't until I got a little older is when my step-father involved me more into what he actually was a part of, which was the mafia.

And life was good for a while. I got whatever I wanted, my mother seemed happy and bubbly and my step-father seemed to be proud. It wasn't until my dad pissed off a few people, is when it truly went downhill. Now, I don't know what initially started it but I do know how it ended. When I was about 16 years old, my parents went out to the movies. It wasn't until a few hours later when I got a phone call that they were shot, yet none of their belongings were taken. I ended up learning later that my father pissed off another mafia gang and this was their way of getting back at him. It was devastating losing both of my parents. Especially my mother I was very close with her. 

I grieved for them for days, until my father's associates approached me. They told me that I now had to step into my stepfather's place. Otherwise, his enemies would make a move on his empire. Fast forward to now, I'm 35 years old. I've been doing this for 19 years. I've learned from my stepfather's mistakes and built an empire. But life has been lonely. You don't make many friends in this line of business and all women want from you is your money and prestige. The only people I can count on are my men. They listen to my every word. I passed by Angela's door and heard her sobbing. 

There was nothing more I wanted to do but slam the door open and hold her in my arms but I understand that she needs space. I went to my room, wrote her a letter, and stamped it with my wax stamp. I grabbed a rose out of a vase and slipped the rose and letter under her door. 

I headed back towards my room and went to sleep shortly after.

Authors Note: Finally there's a little background to what's going on in Chris's mind and a little of his backstory!  I was going to also attach Angela's emerald dress she was wearing at dinner but I wanted to give you guys an idea of what her room looked like! Looks pretty cool! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!