Cadence

4. sunshine and rainbows

Cadence:

Love. Love can be entirely consuming, it can pull a curtain over your eyes to the real truths that lie. It can change your opinion toward things, can change you as a person. Love makes you blind. It weakens you, leaves you vulnerable and wondering. Always wondering of what's to come next. It can be scary, but all the while thrilling. I've experienced love once. It was the love for my parents that were so cruelly stripped from my world. Leaving me alone, scared and vulnerable.

That was until he found me. He saved me. Took me under his protection and cared for me like a broken bird. You're probably wondering who I'm speaking of as I haven't introduced him yet. Well, meet Finn. My saviour.

The day my parents died he found me hiding in the bushes out the front of our house. Hiding from the monsters who killed them. He scooped me up and carried me away to his house, where he clothed, fed and overall was there for me. Through all the screaming night terrors, the triggers, the panic attacks, he was there. Always. Waiting at the edge of my bed so I could finally sleep in peace. He was best friends with my father and made a promise to him mere seconds before he died. That he would take care of me, and after all, he has fulfilled that promise.

Finn is tall measuring around 6foot he's like a giant compared to my 5'6 frame. Yes I am considerably tall but next to him. Fuck no. He's full of muscles, looking like a bulldozer especially with his grey buzzcut. He has eyes the same as mine deep chocolate, with hints of honey. He's always seen in his usual suit, he wouldn't be caught dead wearing jeans and a hoodie. Did I mention he's gay? I found out through my mother. She told me about it when I was eleven, about how she caught them in a male strip club and when I say them I mean my father and Finn. My father was wing manning Finn when he saw my mother. She told me who looked like he had seen a ghost, bless him.

Back to the present. Whilst I'm reminiscing over old memories in the kitchen the doorbell sounds. Putting down the water bottle I was sipping on I press pause on my playlist and walk to the door. Before I get the chance to open it the bell sounds again and again and again and again until I think I'm ready to kill whoever is still ringing the fucking bell.

"What the fu-" Just as I've opened the door a very large body steps into the house.

Startled I widen my eyes and furrow my brows in shock ready to kill whoever the fuck just decided to waltz into my house. Looking up I'm met with those blue fucking eyes. Volkov.

"Well that's no way to treat a guest is it Malyshka" he tuts looking down at me with an expressionless look on his face.

"Get out of my house before I drag you out myself." Glaring at him I cross my arms, forgetting about the tiny tank top I'm wearing that shows way too much cleavage. Shit. I'm wearing short pyjama shorts that could pass as underwear. I'm practically naked. Great.

"As if you could, now getting to the point. You owe me £5,000" he doesn't even spare me a glance. Just stares down at his phone reading something.

"I don't owe you shit." Who the fuck does he think he is?

Now he looks up at me, completely ignoring what I'm wearing and only looking into my eyes. Burning holes straight through the sockets. The waves in his eyes do nothing to ease the burning sensation running through my body right now. They only enhance it. Then he takes a meaningful step towards me. Reacting at the sudden movement I step back. He steps forward again and I step back, like dancers moving across the dance floor in a routine. Until my back hits the cold surface of the kitchen island behind me. Glancing back I eye up my rack of knives. They're too far to reach in time. Turning back around I'm face to face with his chest. Tilting my head up to look at him from beneath my lashes I see him glaring down at me, with nothing but hatred and annoyance.

Resting my hands on the island to stable myself I remain silent and watch him. His eyes look calculating, almost as if they're trying to figure it out. Keeping my face stone cold I don't give him the satisfaction.

"You wrecked my car up Malyshka. You owe me that money. And one way or another. I'm going to get it."

Laughing in his face I try to move around him. He grips my neck in his large tattooed hand dragging me to the wall of the kitchen and pressing his body firmly into mine. His muscles dig into my skin through the fabric of his Armani suit. His rings pinching the skin around my neck sending a shiver down my back. Clenching my jaw I look up at him again. He looks furious. Nostrils flaring, and bearing his teeth like a savage animal. His other hand is planted firmly against the wall behind us to stabilise himself. Slowly he bends down to eye level and through clenched teeth he says; " Go ahead defy me, see where it gets to. I don't make idle threats. Hand over the money and I'll leave you alone."

Quickly reaching out to the knife rack which he conveniently moved us closer to I pull out a knife and raise it to his throat in record time. Smiling at him daringly I add pressure letting it cut a little skin and hold it there, directly over his pulse. But nothing. He just smirks. Fucking smirks. Seriously!? He has a knife to his throat and he's smirking like I'm playing a game. Trying to prove that I'm dead serious I press a little harder. Swiftly he rips the blade from my hand cutting a little of his throat in the process and throws it across the room into another wall.

"YOU DICK, THATS NEW PLASTER!" I practically scream. Enough games. Throwing my fist through the air I miss his jaw but land a hard knee to his balls and watch as he buckles over in pain. Laughing I drive my elbow into his back and watch as he falls to the floor with a thud. Strutting away I'm stopped by a hand grabbing my ankle and before I know it I'm toppling over and being dragged to the man I just floored.

Pinning my arms behind my back he kneels whilst I lay below him. He's straddling my ass. Literally sitting on my ass. Pulling me up by my arms and still sitting on me he moves my hair out of the way with his free hand and whispers into my ear.

"That was cute, let's see how well you can throw a punch with your hands tied. I mean it Malyshka. Money. Now." Getting to his feet he lets go of my arms and walks towards the front door. Sitting up and turning to face him I stare into his eyes.

"I'm not giving you money dip shit." Is all I say before he slams the door shaking the house as he does so.

Getting up and walking back to the kitchen I pull the knife from the wall and inspect the hole. Fucker. I'm gonna have to fill that and repaint it before anyone sees and I have to explain what just happened. Pressing play on my playlist I crack my knuckles and continue with sipping my water like before he came in.

God he aggravates me so much. Walking downstairs with my bottle still in my hand I go into the play room. Opening the door in the corner of the room I walk into a shooting range, many targets set up along with dummies to stab and punching bags. Grabbing knives from their shelves I drop my bottle onto the ground and begin to throw them into targets. Hitting bullseye each time. Sweating I walk over to the punching bags and abuse it until I can barely breathe from exhaustion. Picking my water bottle back up I walk upstairs to my shower and stand below the water.

Washing away his touch. I can still feel it on my skin. It's like I have a million spiders covering my body, making me itch. I can feel the way his muscles moulded against mine. The way his hot breath fanned over my neck as he spoke. His cold rings and his huge hand that didn't struggle to wrap around my neck. His eyes and how they bore into my soul making me feel exposed and vulnerable. Like he was baring me for the whole world to see. Ew. Shaking off my dirty thoughts I shut off the water getting out and grabbing a towel. I need to get laid. Badly. That means one thing. Girl night.

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