Kidnapped

CHAPTER ELEVEN

- Ares >

"Ares?" She whispers, mismatch coloured eyes wide. I always get lost in those freakish eyes. One eye hazel, and the other green. I'm still not used to gazing into them.

My current mission was almost forgotten. I sigh as I tighten my hold around her waist, trying to get her out of there. Was babysitting part of the job description?

Tatuyanna ignores my attempts and tries to wring her body out of my hold.

"If you ever speak on my mom again," She gun points her finger over my shoulder as I'm trying to stop her from throwing more fists. 

How can someone this tiny be so aggressive? I have to physically pick her up to get her to move. 

"I'll shove my foot down your motherfucking throat, you hear me!?" She yells over my shoulder as we exit the room. I take her to the school's private garden, placing her down on the grass. 

"Did you tell her? I'm sure you know by now." She grips me by the collar.

"Know what?" I ask with my hands in my pockets as I stared down her tiny fuming form. Her glare falters as realization looks to dawn on her.

"I'm sorry. What am I talking about, obviously you wouldn't know." She murmurs as she drops down on the grass, curling her legs up as she places her arms folded on her knees. I watch her as she stares forward blankly and then buries her face into her arms. 

She's upset. 

No man is supposed to look under her skirt. And with the way she's sitting, they can see it all. I'm not ready to die yet, so I take my school blazer off and take her folded arms in my one hand, slightly lifting them to let my blazer hang on her knees and rest like a curtain to cover her. 

After that I just sit in front of her. She's really something else.

I have never seen a tiny girl stand up for themselves before they started getting bullied. Never in my life have I seen such a small girl take on four girls at once. The punch she landed on Tabatha made me question humanity. She just punched her into the next dimension. 

I saw an angel when I first saw her at the Don's house. That was my first impression of her.

She's fifteen with a body of an eighteen-year-old. Curves in the right places. With waist-length black curls, and mismatched green and hazel eyes, she was fucking ethereal. Yet I was reminded of the daughters of the Don's business partners I had to protect. Those girls were so used to being given exactly what they wanted that they expected that from everyone around them. 

Unfortunately, I don't believe in that shit and told them the cold hard truth. They didn't take that well. You can imagine the conflict after that. It's not my fault they spoiled their daughters rotten.

Atleast this time was different, because Tatuyanna wasn't like that. The first thing she did was stare at me as if I was some Greek God. 

I am a Greek God. 

After that, I realized that she holds some kind of resentment toward such people. Rich people. But even after all those fists, she threw. All I still see is an angel in front of me. 

"Are you still here?" Tatuyanna asks, her voice muffled. "Maybe," I say simultaneously pulling out a rose from the bushes close to me. "Go away. I want to be alone." Her voice was barely audible. "We have to get to class."

Her hands grip her elbows tighter. "If I see her again, I'm knocking her out." 

"I won't stop you."

I twirl the rose between my index and thumb. "But then again, you can't fight everyone for what they say about your mom. If you do that, you'll end up fighting everyone in the world." I see her whip her gaze up through my peripheral vision, "You were there?"