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Chapter 61 | Whispers in the dark

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Oh, so today I was finally feeling good enough to write so I finished this chapter for you guys that I love sooo much♡

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DEMETRIOS' P.O.V.:

Who the hell does she think she is? Talking back to me like that? Little girl really thinks she's brave now, doesn't she? Walking on a razor's edge and acting like she's untouchable. Untouchable? I've given her more than I've given anyone. She doesn't even know how good she has it. I could've treated her like all the others, tossed her aside whenever I felt like it. But no, I chose her. I've treated her better than anyone.

And yet, she's still not grateful. Still wants more. Fucking more? What more could she possibly want from me? She has everything. I am everything. But no, she wants respect, love, a fucking family probably.

Jesus fucking Christ, it's like she's living in some goddamn fairytale.

She knows the world I live in. She knows how it works. There's no room for love, no room for softness. I don't do that shit. Never have. So why can't she just understand that?

And all this over that bullshit with Diamond? I told her it meant nothing. I told her more than once. But still, she clings to it like a damn fool. It's pathetic. She knows she's mine. She knows she can't leave. So why keep pushing me like this? Why act like she's got some kind of choice in all this? She fucking doesn't.

But damn it... she is different. I hate even admitting it to myself, but she is. There's something about her that pulls me in, keeps me... fuck, what is this? These feelings, this... obsession. It pisses me off just thinking about it. I shouldn't be feeling this way. Emotions don't belong in my world. But here she is, crawling under my skin, making me think about her every fucking second.

She fucking means something to me, but that still doesn't change a damn thing.

She's mine, and I'll never let her go. She can talk all she wants about respect, about love, about wanting more- but in the end, it's all bullshit. I own her.

I can barely contain the rage boiling in my veins. Vasily. That fucking bastard. He thought he could lay his hands on what's mine? He thought he could betray me? My fingers curl into fists at my sides, the urge to tear him apart consuming me, swallowing me whole.

I already gave the order. He's in a cell now, awaiting what's coming for him. He has no idea the hell that's about to rain down on him. I'll make sure he knows exactly what happens when you cross me, when you touch what belongs to me. There's no mercy where he's headed. None.

The moment Cali told me what he did- how he dared to hurt her, to put his filthy fucking hands on her while I was away- something snapped in me. Something dark.

But as furious as I am with Vasily, I am just as mad at her. She kept it from me. She kept all that from me. What was she thinking? Is she that fucking stupid? After everything I've done for her, after everything I've given her, she still doesn't fucking trust me. She's more afraid of me than the man who almost raped her?

How can she not see the difference? I could've treated her so much worse. Does she even know who I am? Does she even know who she is?

They call me God for a good fucking reason. They fear me, not only because of what I do- but because of what I'm capable of. I killed the Mob King. My own father. Beheaded him like it was nothing. Took everything he built, then I broke it and rebuilt it as mine. And now this little girl... this foolish, defiant little girl... she doesn't understand what I am. Doesn't understand that I could've broken her a hundred times over if I wanted to. But I didn't.