As Clarisse goes out of view I walk over to Ophelia, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck.
"Don't forget who you belong to Ophelia, you're mine. Mine to touch, mine to fuck, mine to hurt," I whisper, my tone threatening as her eyes close.
My jaw locks as she doesn't say anything and J tighten my grip around her throat "Understood?" I growl, my grip tightening once again as she whimpers, nodding as I feel her heartbeat pick up.
I study her face one last time before roughly letting go of her and walking into the kitchen, not sparing her a second look as I hear the front door slam shut.
I look out the windows and watch as she gets into the car, exchanging a few words with Clarisse before driving off.
I watch as Ophelia and Clarisse drive down the driveway and onto the icy road. I told them I would drive them to the airport but Clarisse insisted that they'd be ok. And part of me is relieved.
I don't think I could watch Ophelia leave again. I truly thought she'd stay this time, but I guess I was wrong.
I had planned on spending the New Year with her, continuing our travels and finally getting us out of our friends with benefits cycle.
I wanted to finally tell her how I feel, but I guess my parents were right. They've managed to weasel their way into my relationship with Ophelia. Spreading doubt in her mind, putting fear in her, a fear which stops her from wanting to go further with me.
But she's made it clear now. She's not interested in getting her shit together for me. Fuck I was so ready to be better for her, put out issues aside and work it out together. But there's no point in that anymore.
If she doesn't think I'm worth healing for, then I'm not going to dwell over her anymore. There's no point in sulking over something that will never happen.
And now that Ophelia's gone there's really no reason for me to stay here any longer, I should be getting back to Spain.
I still have my parents to deal with, a whole Mafia to run for fucks sake. I sigh and walk out of the kitchen and to the now empty bedroom.
I get out my bags from under the bed and open them, going into the walk-in robe and carelessly tossing my clothes into the bag.
I shove everything in and try zipping it up, cursing when the zipper refuses to move.
I dig through my duffel and wedge out the box of cigars Clarisse gave me, forcing the bag shut now.
I open the box of cigars and take one out, taking a lighter out of my pocket to light it. I sigh and suck in a sharp breath, letting the smoke cloud my lungs before exhaling.
I sling my duffel over my shoulder and gently place the box on top, taking another drag before turning the light off and closing the bedroom door behind me.
I walk downstairs and go through the house, turning off all lights and locking all doors before walking to the front entrance.
I flick the final light off and take the keys to one of the cars in the garage before locking the door and closing it behind me.
I trudge through the snow and to the garage, the dirty smoke from my cigar littering the crisp winter air.
I unlock the car and toss my bag in the backseat, slamming the door shut before placing the cigar box on the passenger seat and walking over to the drivers side.
I close my door and leave the window open, putting the cigar in my mouth as I put my seatbelt on and start the car.
I pull the handbrake up and press down on the accelerator, using one hand to steer as I change gears, driving out of the estate as I return a hand to my cigar.
I let the smoke drift out of my mouth and disappear out the window, letting my body relax as I take another drag.
Take another drag, turn me to ashes.
Shut the fuck up.
The crisp air whistles in my ears as my head begins to pound.
Maybe having such a strong cigar wasn't such a good idea after not smoking for so long?
I quit for Ophelia since it's such a dirty habit but she's gone now so there's really no point anymore.
I shake my head as I begin to get lightheaded, sucking in another breath of smoke to make it go away, feeling as though I'm floating in a void as I drive along the slippery road.
I exhale and tap the cigar out on the roof of the car, reaching my arm up to shake the ash onto the ground before opening the box.
I keep one hand on the wheel as I open the box with the other, slipping the cigar inside before running my hand through my hair.
I change gears again to adjust to the icy terrain and lean back in my seat, swerving around a sharp corner as I drive to the airport.
I texted Donna to arrange my private jet to be there in time, it's only a 2 hour flight to Spain so I'll be back at my estate by the evening.
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I can't fucking believe it's late.
I'm sitting in the fucking lounge waiting for this godforsaken jet to arrive.
I take the packet of cigarettes out of my pocket and light one, taking a breath before letting the smoke form circles in the air.
I shove my lighter back into my pocket and lean back in the chair, crossing a leg over the other as I rake my gaze around the room.
It's a private lounge so there's only a flight attendant at the desk, who looks like he's about to shit himself.
I chuckle as he throws another quick glance in my direction, gulping as he catches me staring in his direction.
I laugh humorously and take another drag, turning the cigarette over in my fingers as I exhale.
I watch through the glass windows as my jet finally lands, sucking in another breath of smoke before standing up and grabbing my jacket.
The sliding doors open and I exhale before tossing my cigarette on the ground and stamping it out.
I look on as my luggage is boarded on and I walk up the ramp lined with guards. I smirk as they all look down as I walk past, each one mumbling a Don as I roll my eyes and step into the jet.
I walk into the lounge area and settle myself on a couch.
I just want this fucking day to be over.
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*NOT EDITED*
Ya'll I didn't get tickets 😭😭
But there's still the Friday General Sale, so everyone pray for me,
Next chapter will most likely be out tomorrow, so until then have a good day/night and don't forget to vote!!
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