Seduced by the Mafia

Chapter 9: Seductive Evil

Penelope's POV

"If you're sure that your hand could reach her cheek before the bullet could kiss your damn head, you can proceed."

My heart, which had just calmed down from racing uncontrollably, is now thumping like crazy again. I blinked my eye, and I didn't know where I got the courage to hold his hard arm to put the gun down. I'm supposed to be afraid of him too, right?

"Sebastian, calm down. She isn't worth it."

I soothed him as he turned his gaze to me. I couldn't read a single emotion in his eyes, which made me wonder why I felt a strange sense of comfort and safety.

"Don't you ever think of stepping foot here again, bitch!"

Mitch blurted out, and we both gasped as Sebastian's arm raised again. The next thing I heard was the click of the safety—IS HE BEING SERIOUS RIGHT NOW!?

I immediately pushed him to turn his back against Mitch, who nervously gulped down her saliva. That's definitely her third life she's living right now.

Whether I slapped her or not, I knew I wouldn't be able to do anything about it. If you thought she saved me, she didn't. You have no idea how her head works, all she could think about is ruining me. She probably saved me to make me look more stupid and miserable because she felt so entertained by my struggles.

I didn't bother to answer her back when Sebastian guided me towards his car, tucking the gun back into his waist and opening the passenger seat for me.

I inhaled his scent as soon as I entered his car, and I'm starting to question myself how I ended up sitting in the passenger seat of my almost abuser.

"Do you usually point a gun at anyone the moment you're pissed off?"

Naiinis kong salubong sa kanya pagkapasok na pagkapasok niya sa driver's seat. He does anything he wants so casually, as if he isn't afraid of the law.

"Why do you even carry a gun around?"

Pahabol ko pa. Nagbunggo pa ang braso naming dalawa ng sabay kaming maglagay ng seatbelt kaya napairap na lamang ako.

"You wouldn't wanna know."

He retorted gruffly as he grabbed the handbrake. My eyes observed how hot his fingers delicately gripped the steering wheel. He's wearing a black polo where the sleeves are rolled to his elbow, exposing his veiny arms that flexed with every subtle movement he made.

"Tsaka anong ginagawa mo dito sa trabaho ko? Aba kung wala kang magawa sa buhay mo magtanim ka ng kamote sa likod ng bahay mo."

I said as I diverted my attention and took a good glance away from him. I just noticed that at least three of his buttons are open, revealing some of his toned chest. Why do I always have to encounter his chest?

"Language."

His stern voice echoed in my head, dripping with superiority. I shifted my eyes back to the road before he noticed that I was checking him out. Who said I'm checking him out? I have eyes, and they happen to land on him. It wasn't my fault, okay?

"Bakit? Naiirita ka ba? What are you gonna do about it?"

I said, trying my best to provoke him, hoping he'd drop me off somewhere—preferably alive—when he couldn't stand me anymore.

"Don't push your luck, woman."

He warned, his voice demanding caution. But I don't know why I felt like getting on his nerves. It felt satisfying to see rare emotions play on his face.