"What is it that you want from me? Huh?" He spat, raising his voice. There was a vein in his neck and he was turning red. I've never seen him this upset, I must've really hit a nerve.
His lips were tight but they were so juicy and kissable. "I want...
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Zariah
"Excuse my language dad but why the fuck would I need a bodyguard?" I asked in annoyance as the man takes it upon himself to side step me and come in.
He stands beside me with his arms folded but he doesn't look at me. My dad comes fully down the stairs and motion for us to follow him.
Angrily, I do while thoughts swirled in my head. "Dad, explain." I demanded when we take our seats in the living room.
The man doesn't take a seat, he stands by the door way staring at us and I avoiding his gaze when his eyes didn't waver from my face.
"Isaiah was sent here by a man named Damon Milan. Do you know who that is?" My dad says to me while leaning on his knees using his elbows. His eyes were serious and intense.
"Milan's Angels?"
"Yes. He's the owner of many strip clubs in the area. The most wealthiest man in New York."
He is also the man who's always in the news. It's rumored that Damon Milan is a ruthless man who destroys those that gets in his way. He's said to be cold and heartless and only cares about his family and his money. Anyone who was said to be associated with him is either in prison or dead by now. So what does Damon have to do with my dad? Is he really in that deep? What did he do to catch the attention of a man like him?
"That's cool and all but what does that have to do with us?" I asked impatiently. I glanced at Isaiah. "And why did he send me of all people a bodyguard?"
"Because you are his future wife and will need the protection."
My eyes turn into saucers and my jaw hit the floor. "I'm his what? You've got to be fucking joking right now." I screamed in my father's face as I felt my whole body shake with anger while he just sat in front of me looking completely calm.
"His wife. You were the debt I had to pay." He says.
"You sold me?!" I yelled again, getting up from my seat of the couch to look down at him. "What is this? The 1700s? I'm a grown ass woman, you can't just force me to marry someone I don't even know!"
"Im sorry Zariah but it's complicated to explain, okay? Damon is not your average man. He is very dangerous and can cause harm to both me and you if I didn't agree to his terms." He tries to reason though it sounded like he himself didn't even agree to what he was saying.
"Well how much money do you even owe this guy? It can't be that much."
My dad looked at me, taking a deep breath. His deep brown eyes pierced into mine, cutting me in two. "Five hundred thousand dollars."
"It was either pay that- which I don't have- or marry you off. It's not like you had a life before this anyway Zariah." He says with a hint of frustration in his tone.
"Yea, because I was too busy taking care of your old ass! How dare you!" I shouted, balling my fist. My body shook in anger and I could feel myself heating up. "You took it too far with this shit!"
"Enough Zari-"
"What did you do to owe someone that much money anyway?"
"Zariah." He narrows his eyes.
"No. Tell me now."
"That amount of money was stolen from us, by him. The details regarding this is none of your concern." Isaiah says from behind me and I whipped my head around to glare at him.
"I didn't ask for your input so shut up." I spat and his face hardened at my tone.
"Zariah you will talk to him with respect. That man is supposed to be protecting you, the least you could do is play nice." My dad says as he grips my arm so that I was looking at him.
"Play nice? Are you dumb?"
"You are being disrespectful-"
"If I may," Isaiah cuts in. "Zariah, your dad really didn't have a say in all of this. The Milan family is not an easy family to convince so you should be really grateful that he chose to marry you instead of killing your father in the most brutal way possible. He had no choice."
"Excuse me?!" I was livid now.
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They would have to drag me by my ankles. There's no way in hell-
