His Control

scared?

Malia pov:

I stand in the mirror after my shower and look at all my scars one after representing my injuries. I soon shrug off the feeling of disgust, and I get dressed, sliding on a dress with a shirt on over the top spraying vanilla and coconut spray and my classic black heels.

Today was the day I had to spend the full day with Lukas. It's been demanded. So here I am, itching to escape to a whole other world or country where no one knows who or what I am.

A knock on the door appeases my attention, and I open it, lukas. He's stood in a black shirt and trousers with a classic black belt, and he smirks.

"You look stunning, mi amore," he says, and I dead glare  him. "Don't call me that, I'm not your love or anything I'm your fake wife so shut the fuck up" I say and he grows serious and I shrink because I know he could break me but deep inside I can't let him know I'm scared.

"You know you would look pretty with a bullet in your skull if you don't start respecting me properly!" He shouts, and I slap him across the face, and a red mark is left on his red face. "Don't you dare disrespect me, I make the decisions on my death or life, not you, so get down a peg. Otherwise, I'll knock you down 10 of them, " I say in retaliation.

Within a blink, he's got me pinned with a knife to my neck. "Do it, I dare you, but you'll have war for killing the heir to the throne, and you would lose since we have a bigger fighting mafia and one's that are loyal" I say and he chuckles.

"They won't miss your smart mouth, princess, you see, not all of them are loyal. Your dad killed my best soldiers because they were getting information for me about my pretty little wife, and it turns out you're so innocent you haven't even had sex so imagine my surprise when daddy dearest saves his family by giving you up for marriage" lukas says and I shake my head.

"Who are you to say my father killed men without proof and I'd know because people talk around here after all its fucking new York" I shout and he tuts. "Hmm, you're sexy when you're angry, but as I said, you seem scared to even know that information didn't daddy dearest tell you that wife?" He asks, and I shake my head.

"Where is your proof lukas, all you have is imagination and a cold bed because everyone you slept with and dumped hated you, so I should be asking you how it feels to be the virgin" I say and he soon is to back up and leave my room and I follow him.

"You coming, or are you gonna throw more insults about my sex life cause your jealousy?" he says, and I have no reason other than to laugh.

Jealous? No

Curious? Yes

Willing to see if he tells me more about him? 1000%, yes.

It's my turn for some fun, and it won't be him with the knife.

It's me, and am I scared? No cause I win every single time.

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Thanks for reading chapter 3 <3