I am NOT Bella

Chapter 4 - As if you were under the Tuscan moonlight.

"Nobody messes with my son! You may be a delightful distraction, Ángel. You may even be a fuck to remember. But if you drag my son into this shitty mess, you will meet my worst side, and I am sure you will not like it".

The blank and cold look in his eyes and the deep, menacing tone of his voice were signs that he was not bluffing. I had inadvertently touched a wolf cub, and now the wolf wanted my jugular.

My legs were shaking as I tried to balance on my toes. My heart was pounding, and I was weeping with fear. I could no longer hide the trembling in my hands. I was on the verge of fainting when his face was close to my ear, and he spoke.

"Scared you? Good, you better be afraid of the wolf, little sheep. He can cause you such unimaginable pain that your only wish will be to die."

I couldn't react, just looked at him in horror as tears streamed from my eyes.

"Keep something in your pretty mind. No tears shall fall from my child's eyes, not a single strand of his hair shall be damaged, no attempt shall be made to keep him away from me, ok? Or else you and the bitch you call sister will pay with your lives, and I am a man of my word don't dare to test me!"

I nodded, trembling. He looked at me coldly and smirked, wiping away a few tears with his thumb. His eyes stared at my mouth with a hint of lust. His thumb caressed my lower lip and he mumbled.

"I have other plans for you, and I would hate to tear your beautiful skin. I would hate to hear you scream in pain. Instead, I want you to moan loudly as I pleasure you to the point of madness."

His hand released my neck and I fell on the ground. I clasped my legs in a fetal position and held my face between my arms. Trying to calm down, I breathed slowly. He stayed where he was, staring at me in silence in the dark hallway.

"I'm sorry, I meant no harm. He's my nephew, for goodness' sake." I said, stammering as I spoke.

"I can give you the benefit of the doubt for now, but I'm not gullible, Ángel. I'll be watching you. Keep that in mind."

I looked at him and his expression seemed sincere when he offered me his hand.

"Now get up. I'll take you home."

"I have to get back to the hotel and-"

"Your sister isn't at the Ritz-Carlton anymore, Ángel. Allow me to drive you to your apartment in Victor Heights."

I opened my eyes wide, and another wave of fear washed over me.

"How do you know where I live?"

"I know a lot more about you than you think."

I dug into his entire life without even meeting him a few years ago. I spent months looking for something substantial. He is difficult to trace, even though he is a public figure. It amazes me how he got information from me in a matter of hours. How could that be possible? I thought I was untraceable, but I was mistaken. Something's wrong, and I need to get out of here quickly without looking like I'm trying to escape.

"I am going to need a couple of minutes to pull myself together. I don't want the staff to see me in this state." I said, trying to sound calm and collected.

"Okay, I'll wait downstairs in the living room."

I went into Bella's suite. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had disheveled hair, a red nose, puffy eyes, and mascara smeared down my cheeks. My hands were still trembling as I turned on the tap and rinsed my face with cool water. I cupped my damp hands around my nape and inhaled. I breathed slowly for a few minutes until the storm of emotions inside me subsided a little.