Their Demands

Chapter Five- Callum

I do feel bad about the fact that she has t be kept here, away from her own life, I really do. But this is the best option we have.

We can't have her going round telling the police, or other mafia groups finding out. That would not only get us in trouble, but her killed.

Us three being in charge of our own mafia and several businesses does have some good aspects, despite being hunted by the other mafias.

That man that attacked Aria that night, or tired to, didn't do it just to kill her, he must have seen me with her in the club. He's either part of another mafia, or he was trying to get revenge on me. Either way I refuse to risk Aria's life.

The night I first saw her, Dacre was the one who pointed her out. We were on the second level, and he was overlooking the club and noticed her at the bar.

"Cal, come look at this" said Dacre. I get up from my desk, Aled sitting on the couch still. I walk to the window.

"What?" I say. He just points, at the bar. I was going to ask what he meant until I noticed her. She was beautiful. She didn't try hard to be either. There was something about her that was different. The way she sat, the way she acted.

"Did she come alone?" I ask. By this time Aled had walked up to the window to see for himself.

"I only noticed her just now, so I don't know." He responds. I watch to see if anyone approaches her, no one does, she just talks to the bartender and sits in her own thoughts.

"I'm gonna sit with her." Aled says.

"Like hell you are!" I say.

"I don't need you scaring her off. You can come with me but do not say a word." I say, Aled flips me off then nods. He knows if there was any way we could talk to her, I'd be the one to get her talking.

I walk down, with my mates behind me. We walk through the crowd separately so we don't scare her off.

There's a man getting close to her. He sits with her. Is he her boyfriend? Husband?

As I near the bar I can hear him talk to her. "First time in the bar beautiful?" He moved closer to her. Thank god he's not a boyfriend.

She looks uncomfortable.

"Yeah," she replies, she looks around a little, maybe she came with a friend. I see Aled on one side of the bar and know dacre is on the other, or in the crowd.

He puts his hand on her knee, and starts to move it upwards. I use every ounce of strength to not rip him apart there and then. I can see Aled doing the same.

"Well sweetie, if you like, I could show you the place. Show you where the good spots are." He emphasises on saying the good spots, I can tell she's getting more uncomfortable. Who the fuck does he think he is, showing her around my club like he fucking owns the place.

"Oh no thats ok. I need to meet with a friend anyways." She tries to stand up but he grabs her arm. One more chance, if she can't get out of it I'm stepping in, this guy seems pretty intent on getting her.

"I don't see your friend, where are they exactly?" His hands move to her waist. I was about to get up but she spoke. Well more blurted out.

"I-I um, its the owner, they own the bar," I mentally smile to myself, my turn.

"Oh is that so?" He asks, a grin on his face. I stand from my stool behind her, Aled closing in slowly, Dacre probably doing the same.

"It is, get your greasy ass hand off her." He sees me after I spoke, and slowly releases his grip.

"You better get out of my goddamn bar before I make this the worst night you've lived through." I say.

That night was the night we met her, then she left, after I offered her a ride home. I knew better than to let her go home by herself, or at least wait for her taxi.

I waited a few seconds for her to leave before I would follow her to make sure she was ok, and to be honest, I wanted her. So did my mates.

I watch through the window of the bar and watch her start to walk. A man, a few seconds behind her, follows her.

Fuck.

I get off my stool and go out the door, signalling for Dacre and Aled who were punching the man who was touching her in the alleyway. We followed the man at first, thinking he was just headed the same way, until he pulled out the knife.

As soon as he started nearing her, we jumped in. She hid behind me, holding onto the back of my jacket, scared, but protected.

Three shots went off, one by Aled, two by Dacre.

Shot in the stomach chest and face. He was gone, and at the sound of the third shot, Aria fell to the ground.

Dacre carried her to the car, in which we brought her to our house.

That night we put her in what would now be her room. I told Aled not to go in there, but like the dipshit he was, he went in, and probably scared the shit out of her since her choice of defence was a mirror. She had a god arm, the throw at Aled had been a solid one.

I knew she would be hurt by this, and have so many questions. It even hurt me to see the panic attack she had, luckily I knew how to help.

It just has to be this way, I can not have her blood on my hands. Neither can Dacre and Aled. We feel a connection to her, something is drawing us into her. We wanted. To keep her safe from the moment we saw her.

I don't know whether is was love at first sight, or the fact that me and my mates haven't found a submissive in so long, we just wanted her. We needed her. And from that moment I saw her, I wanted her to be ours.

Its just sad she is ours in this way. Has to have one of us with her.

We are still in the living room, she's fallen asleep to watching her show, Aled is still stroking her cheek. I talk to Dacre outside the room.

"So who was he?" I ask.

"Andy Damilick." Dacre passes me papers. I sigh with relief. Thank god its not the mafia. Just a guy Aled and I pissed off last year.

"Did you hear anything from Damion?" He asks.

"No, he's still waiting for something to come up." Dacre nods.

"I'm surprised, she handled that better than I thought" he says looking at the angel sleeping on our couch.

"I know, but at least she has. I think on some level she does trust us, even though theres a million reasons she shouldn't." I move to the kitchen counter and sort the papers.

"I just don't want her snooping around the house and finding not only Aled's stuff, but stuff about me." Dacre gets his laptop out.

"I'll make sure she won't. Don't feel like you are obligated to open up to her either Dacre." I say, he nods in agreeance. He's a very quiet and preserved man, so I tell him not to feel obliged to talk to her because all he'll feel is guilt if I didn't.

Both Aled and Dacre have shitty backstories, I have a bit but definitely no where near as much.

I go to the kitchen to find Marie, our chef. She's in her forties and has been my family chef for years.

"Could you please make anything and everything for dinner." I ask, but its more of an order. She smiles and calls her team to come in.

I really hope Aria likes it here, but then again, I don't want her to get stuck in this world.