Dance for Me Katarina

Chapter 4 (Xavier's & Katarina's POV)

Xavier's POV

I watch as her angelic face loses color and her striking gray eyes close. The overwhelming feeling of rage and hate dissipates the moment her body goes limp. I look over my shoulder to see Victor looking at me with disappointment. I glare at him and watch as he physically erases all traces of emotion. Serves him right. There was no need for him to be touching her.

I turn back to the unconscious brunette in my hands. I loosen my grip around her neck and swoop down to carry her. Her body lifelessly falls into mine. Her head is limply against my chest and for some reason I have this strange warmth filling me up. I shake the feeling and make my way out of the dance studio. The studio I am saving for my beautiful ballerina.

"Boss." Victor states.

I turn my head in his direction, lifting up my eyebrow in the process.

"She's only a girl. This isn't her fault. It's Brantov's, Don't punish her for his mistakes." He says while lowering his eyes to her unconscious form. Something in me causes me to hold her closer to me..

I huff. "I don't give a shit if this is her fault or not. I have a debt that needs to be paid and she'll pay it."

I watch as Victor balls his hands into fists. "But you have more fucking money than you have brain cells and you want her to pay it back!"

I walk up to Victor, almost chest to chest but the girl is keeping distance between us. "Listen to me. It seems like your emotions are getting into the way of your thinking. You either shut the fuck up and lose your heart or face the result of a bullet in your god damn skull! UNDERSTAND!" I scream.

Victor turns his face and nods his head. My chest is heaving up and down but I don't care. The nerve of this man. He is suppose to be my best friend and top hit man, not some pansy worrying about some girl. I look down at Katarina and notice the bruising forming around her neck and cheek. The rage I felt early consumes me again and I adjust her unconscious form in my arms.

I carry the spitfire to her room which she has still not seen. I know we're going to have a serious conversation about her behavior. She is lucky I spared her life this time. I place her on the queen sized bed and adjust the pillows so her head is elevated and the swelling won't be as bad. I find myself combing my fingers through her long, luscious hair.

"Oh Katarina...What're you doing to me?" I whisper to her.

I move my hand over her bruised face, down her tender neck to the edge of her stained t shirt. I take in her swollen nose and her puffy cheek. I notice her paler skin due to the trauma. Her chest is slowly moving up and down indicating she still has life. Her lips are slightly parted, and slightly puffy. There is a cut on the side of her mouth but it's no longer bleeding. My heart and stomach seem to turn at her devastating sight.

God Xavier get your head on straight. She's not the girl you're after. But yet when I saw her arms around Vic from the monitors and he reciprocated the action, my blood boiled. This girl is making me feel things I never experienced before. I don't have emotions. I don't! I glare at her sleeping form and turn and stomp my way out of her room into the hall.

While walking through the halls, the lovely Christina graces me with her presence and she looks pissed. Great.

"I want her gone!" She yells in her high pitch, squeaky ass voice.

I cross my arms and take no other steps. This bitch thinks I care what she wants. "She's staying."

Her face turns bright red, her nostrils flaring, a very ugly trait she has. "She doesn't listen to me! I want her gone Xavier. Or should I go tell daddy his daughter's fiancé wants to break off the engagement?"