His Rose

Chapter 2

I watched from the window of my car as she painted standing in the balcony of her house. Peace and calm was written all over her face as she made a stroke and smiled while looking at it. Instantly soothing my soul to the depths.

She was too good, too pure, and innocent for me and for my dark soul. I was content in just watching and protecting her from afar.

I wonder what she was drawing today. She had gone to get a new set of brushes just half an hour ago as I followed her and now continued with her painting on the huge canvas. When at the supplies shop, I had ordered my men to pick the most expensive and high brand water colors, canvas, brushes and some paints and make sure she got them. They instantly affirmed my command and as she paid and left the store. They quickly picked the supplies and went to the cashier. He hesitated looking at the black clad men and their bulky physic, intimidated. I would have him killed for that but I was too busy watching my rose as she smiled looking at the bags in her hands. She was excited. They slammed multi dollars on the counter and gave him a glare. He quickly nodded and ran to her with the supplies in her hand. He gave them to her coming up with 'it's on the house and as you are regular customer, they are free' I clenched my jaw at his nervousness and when it made he look at the bags suspiciously. She didn't accept instantly. My rose was kind and considerate. I felt a stir in my cold, frozen heart. She panicked when he started begging to accept the gift and she took them from him, asking if he was okay. He quickly nodded and ran inside his shop. My men had asked me what to do to him. I bought the whole store and every other supply store in the city and appointed my men to tend the customers and cashiers. That way it would be their side hustle, and I could get whatever I wanted to my rose without a hitch. I didn't buy the Café because she was familiar with that old man. And my rose did not get frank or close to anyone easily. And it took months to get warmed up to him as well. She had no need to work as her parents left her a vast inheritance. But she loved baking and cooking as it was one of her passions. Along painting.

I watched as she gave another stroke to the canvas, carefully and with utmost concentration. Her forehead creased with a small frown as her eyes and right hand was glued to the canvas. My own frown deepened and I held my breath. Watching her intently. My eyes glued to the beauty dressed in pick and white floral frock.

She pulled back slowly and a smile slowly took over her features. Her yes shines like the brightest stars and she giggled looking at the master piece. I released the held in breath and the crease on my forehead eased a little, seeing her at ease and happy.

She swirled around, smiling. Brush in her one hand and the paint tray in her other. Shock crossed over my features when I noticed she was using the paints I got her. And a shiver of bliss ran over my whole body and I stirred in my seat slightly. Only my rose could have that effect on me. My only one. The only woman I adored. Only she held power over me. I was a putty in only hers hands, having every fiber of me wrapped around her cute tiny fingers. She makes me want to live and die for her. I would happily give my life for her. A giant for a rose.

She put her finger on her chin and squinted her eyes thoughtfully. Looking in the distance. What was she thinking with so much concentration? She suddenly squealed happily and giggled as the idea came in her mind. She swirled around in a circle with her hands slightly raised as she giggled happily. she glanced at the canvas. But froze at the spot in shock. I shifted in my seat. She blinked. Right then a rain drop feel on the shaded window of my car. She slowly looked up and gasped as another raindrop fell on her face. She quickly put aside the supplies in her hands, excitedly, and made way under the open balcony again. Rain was pouring down in small, quick raindrops. She raised her hands slowly, looking up and her eyes closed. Her whole face relaxed and at peace as she smiled in content. And felt the raindrops hit her Porcelain skin. And I watched the ethereal Beauty in content from the window of my car.

I frowned when it stared pouring a bit more and she was still in the balcony. She would get cold. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. Right then my phone rang and I growled threateningly in the mouthpiece. My eyes glued to her only.

"I would make you pay for what you did to my shipment." I heard a male squeak. And the next second he hung up. I put the phone down calmly.

I had recognized him from his voice. He was a gang leader of a street gang. I had Given him a second chance to correct his mistake of trafficking girls for money, when I caught his first shipment. I had ordered my men to release the girls and send them safely to their homes. he didn't learn and my men had stopped his shipment the second time. He was already on the torture list now he was on my kill list. First, for interrupting my time with my precious rose. Second, for speaking without permission. Third, for threatening me, fourth, for hanging up on me. My eyes darkened. He couldn't even threaten me properly. No one in my whole life has dared to threaten me. I would personally take care of you as soon as I leave here.

I looked intently at my rose standing in the balcony silently willing her from my eyes, to go inside. After a moment, her eyes shot open and she slowly looked in the direction of my car. But frowned when she found nothing. It was well hidden in the shadows.

She sighed and shook her head and made way inside. I breathed and looked straight ahead. Albert nodded silently and drove towards the headquarters.