The Killer with A Blade

Chapter 1- The Blade

"Darling, come here," my mother said, patting the seat next to her. I sat next to her and laid my head on her shoulder. "I have something to tell you."
"And what is it?" I let out a yawn and hugged my mother by the waist. "You will be marrying Cassian Kills."
I looked up at her and laughed, but she looked dead serious about it. "W-what? Why would I need to marry him?" I asked. I mean, I knew perfectly how to take care of myself and the mafia gang.
"When your father fell ill and left you in charge, he noticed you struggle. Of course, we believed in you, we knew you could do it, but he hurt seeing you struggle with the men who thought you couldn't. He hated how they thought you were less than, just be you are a woman." She said as she looked down. I was struggling and I felt overwhelmed, but I only wanted to be good enough for the position.
"Your father talked to him about it, and he agreed." I got up and stared at the wall. I felt rage. I didn't like how my father could ask him for marriage, and without my permission. "Listen, I know you feel overwhelmed. I know you are strong, but I want you to have someone by your side when..." she stopped and stobbed. My mother was the only person in this world that I had by my side ever since my father died. I loved her with all my heart. I devoted my life for her and my father, and I promised to do so.

*****
At our engagement party, I sat at the bar in the club I owned, thinking of how the fuck I'm going to deal with this bullshit. I don't want to disappoint my parents, however this is too much to ask.
I saw everyone talk to each other, but I only sat alone in my thoughts, thinking back at what my mother was saying 2 days ago, sipping whisky as time flew by. I didn't know how I was going to deal with all this. I didn't feel like this was going to be bad, but I didn't want to rush things with Cassian. It felt weird to soon call him "love." But I will be setting boundaries to not fall for any type of love.
" I see you're enjoying your time alone, my love." I heard Cassian say as he sat next to me.
"Its Regina." I glared back.
" It's 'my love,' ok?" He said to me, as he ordered a whiskey. I rolled my eyes and tried to find the right words to tell him about our marriage.
"Mr. Kills," I said gulping. " I would like to talk to you about our marriage." I said, as I turned to face him. "What would you like to talk about, my love?" He said in his deep voice, turning to face me. "I want you to be aware that I do not want any type of relationship with you."
"How so?" He said with a puzzled expression. "I don't want any emotional connection with you." I took out my cigarette and lighted one up and tilted my head and exhaled some smoke with a blank expression on my face. There was silence for a while, and when I took my last puff he said... "Are you scared of falling in love?"
I put out my cigarette, and turned my head to face him, and saw he placed his hand on my thigh.
I quickly took out my dagger and made a scar on both my thighs marking where the limit was. I made myself bleed, but i loved it, and gave a painless expression, since I was used to it.
"This is the limit," I pointed with the dagger, as I bleed.
"pass this limit and its the end." I put my dagger back and rubbed my finger on my thigh to catch some blood dripping and sucked my finger with my sweet red liquid.
"As for your question. No. I'm not scared, im simply not interestrd in having a relationshipwith you."
I got my purse and stood up until I felt his big hands with tattoos holding on my wrist. "Let me take you home."

*****
Why am I doing this?!

I don't like this. My mother heard him ask me to take me home and she responded for me.
He reached to open the door but I beat him to it and said..."Thank you, but I can do it." I don't need him at all.
He got in the car are started driving. It was very silent, and my blood cravings were increasing by the second. "You know I could've taken myself home, right?" I said, facing towards him. "No you can't. You were drinking 5 cups of whiskey. You think I wouldn't see you?" He chuckled at the question.

What a stalker.

"I'm perfectly fine. I've driven back home in much worse conditions." I said, looking ahead crossing my hand. "Well, now that you're going to be my wife," I hate that word. Especially if he says it. "You won't have to worry about getting home. I'll be taking you to our home."

Our home? What nonsense is this lunatic saying?

I turned to face him with a puzzled look. "Our home? What fucking nonsense are you saying?" I said, laughing at what I thought was a joke. He stopped the car in the middle of nowhere and grabbed me by the chin to face him. "Listen, my love. I am going to be your husband, and you will be my wife. Like it or not." He looked straight at my eyes with such a mad expression.

Devour me you monster.

He looked down at my boobs, which were kinda popping out, and smirked. "Tell me, my love. Are you some virgin?" He tilted my head side to side examining my neck and face.

Is he trying to turn me on? Because it's working.

We made eye contact when he tilted my head to face directly at him.

Those eyes. Blue as the ocean. I want to devour them.

"I am." I'm not ashamed of being a virgin. I was very very interested in sex, but I've always been scared to have it. However, this man makes my fear feel so good, I want to have sex with him.
"Mmmh." He let go of me, which would definitely leave a brusie, but i didn't care. This feeling he was giving me... I loved it.