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Chapter 15 | Broken

I stared at Elisia's beautiful features, slowly coming to the realization that I wanted to know every thought inside her head. Not only did I want to touch her everywhere and savor every inch of her body, I wanted to know what she was thinking. And I never wanted to know what a woman thought. Ever.

Fuck I even I wanted to know what she was thinking when we walked into her apartment. When we stood in the elevator. When she was driving back to the house. And even a couple minutes ago as she stared at my ridiculous fucking brother and cousin. All I wanted was to know what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.

Which was fucking stupid.

As soon as I took one look at her face in the morning I  wanted to give her all the fucking money I could so that she didn't have to worry anymore.

The only reason I even knew about her wanting to sell her apartment at all was because I went into her room last night to inform her about some tattooed guy stopping by her restaurant, wondering if she knew him. My men had been keeping an eye the place ever since the fire, but Elisia didn't know that and she didn't need to.

I assumed that she would've been awake when I walked in, but she was curled up in a hoodie and sweats, looking exhausted even with her eyes closed. I decided that the news could wait but before I could walk out, her phone started blowing up with texts from Alyssa telling her the costs of damages for her restaurant. And to say the shit was more than expensive was an understatement, and for what fucking reason?

It was only the kitchen and half of the dining area that got damaged, it shouldn't have been that expensive. Those asshole workers were probably overcharging her, and no matter how much she didn't want me to get involved, I was getting fucking involved. There was no way in hell I would let her pay that ridiculous amount. I knew she needed it, she wasn't getting any extra money from the restaurant and it wasn't like I was paying her for working with us.

But right now I was considering it. Even if she threw the money back at me or even burned it.

I didn't understand why she didn't want to take what I tried to give her. Any other girl would run with my goddamn money.

Then again, she did ruin all my plans and I guess you could say that I ruined hers too so there was still hatred between us that may never be settled. So I understood if she wanted to burn the money I gave her.

I could've had her and her infuriating attitude taken care of long ago, but something about her pulled me in even though she made me aggravated and my hatred for her still lingered in the air. All I knew was that she was doing something to me and I didn't fucking like it.

The dress Elisia decided to wear to dinner clung to her body and hugged every curve, the black-colored fabric making the jewelry hanging from her thigh stand out. I had no doubt that she had her guns and blades strapped onto her other thigh. Her curly hair fell over her shoulders, looking soft enough to make me wanna run my hands through it.