The Gang Leaders Daughter

Chapter 8

Kyle's POV

I had John kick down the bedroom door and we saw the light under the bathroom door suddenly turn off. My brows furrowed as my anger grew. How dare she tell my mother what happened. I silently walked up and grabbed the handle, slowly turning only to find out it was locked. 

"John, break it down," I said as I stepped out of the way of the door. 

"I don't think that's a good idea, sir."

"Excuse me?" I practically growled out. 

"Well, I mean you are terrifying her. That's most likely why she's being so rebellious towards you." He replied gruffly as he crosses his arms across his chest. 

"What are you saying I should do? She's a rebel either way."

"I just think that maybe you shouldn't go in to talk to her. I'll be brutally honest with you: she's not a fan of you. She hates you. You took her from her home, from her brothers, and from her father. You almost killed her today. And to top it all off, you're scaring the hell out of her right now by asking me to knock down this door so you can do something to her."

"So? What, do  you think she'll let you talk to her?" I asked, admittedly dumbfounded. 

"I don't know, sir, but she might let me in. I mean, I was the one who stopped you from killing her."

I sighed as I avoided looking at him. He was right. I knew he was, but my ego didn't want to admit it. However, if it got the door open, it might by my only choice. I grunted before nodding towards the door. He understood what I meant and knocked. 

"Alex? Can you let me in? I'm not going to hurt you. I promise." I softly said after pressing his face as close to the crack in it as possible. We waited patiently for a moment before we heard Alex's voice.

"You promise?" Her voice sounded scared and it was honestly worrying. A little part of my gut cringed at hearing her voice sound so scared. Had I really had that affect on her? It was that bad? When I met her, she was a party animal with a fiery temper. 

"I promise, Alex." I could hear the sincerity in John's voice. If I was going to make this work, I was probably going to have to ask him for help on talking to her. I was never really a good conversationalist with girls. I knew I was good looking, but I never was into one enough to really put forth an effort or try to get to know her. 

I was drawn out of my thoughts when I heard the click of the lock being turned and my jaw dropped when the door was open just enough for John to step through and close it behind him. I closed my mouth as I went and sat next to the door to try to hear their conversation. 

"I'm going to die before this damned wedding even happens. I can tell."

"No you're not. He just doesn't know how to deal with his anger." My anger? 

"Yeah, because all that's driving him to murder me is his anger," Alex says sarcastically. I almost laugh, but i stop myself because I don't want them to know I'm listening. 

"Mostly yes. He has anger issues and when you push his buttons, he's going to take it out on you. I admit, he does need to work on it and how to control it. But if you want to feel safe in this house and survive, you're going to have to stop pushing his limits." Was my anger really that bad? 

"Well, then what the fuck was with the whole strangling thing earlier? Huh? Why was he trying got kill me then. I hadn't done anything to him. I had cleaned out a dance studio that obviously hadn't been touched in years and danced in it. I didn't even see him for the two hours that I was doing that. Not until he walked in."