Anarchy Angel

Chapter 6.Cuts and Shirts

Angels POV
We walked out of the house ,several men leading behind Julian and I.As we come to a stop in front of a black BMW sport class.He opens the door for me as I stare at him in shock.

"Why are you doing this"
"Doing what?"
"This"I gesture to the car ,the dress and myself.
"Im doing it because your father needs mafia protection and because I need a wife soon ,and your the perfect candidate"
"Jeez ...thanks"
I walk past him and slump into the passenger seat.He slams the door shut and in an instant the car pulls off.

"You need to learn to have respect for me in front of my men as well as other company"
"I don't have to respect you and you can not make me"
A smirk starts playing on his lips
"We will have to see about that"

I scoff and fold my arms in front of me.The uncomfortable silence is suffocating which forces words to exit my mouth.

"Why would some mafia big shot want some Biker Junkie as a wife?Im sure you have plenty other options"

He scoffs and softly places his hand on my thigh.
Squeezing softly

"Darling that is just it. You're  not after my wealth or my status.You dont want protection or some bogus excuse for love.Your stubborn and that's what I love.That's why I want you"

He removes his hand from my leg and shifts the gears placing it back a second later.Completely shocked at his words I softly place my hand on top of his.His smirk growing into a genuine smile.

*Skipping the rest of the car ride*

I wake up to a white cieling. My hands trail over cotton sheets. Slowly I  lift my head to see that I am wearing a black button up dress shirt...Scooting up I take my surroundings in.

The room is painted a light shade of grey with white ceilings. A dark rug covers the side of the room with the bed ,other then that the  floor is wood.The bed is a black angel bed.There is a walk in closet and a love seat in the corner.A white door leading to what I assume is the bathroom where as another door must lead out.

I slowly get out of bed and head to the exit door.Twisting the door knob I notice a rail made from dark wood over looking a foyer. A huge chandelier hangs from the roof lighting up the entire down stairs.

Slowly taking small steps I head down the wooden stair case.Coming to a stop as the front door opens.Coming into the house is a sweaty and hot as fuck Julian.

His grey sweats hanging dangerously low on his hips.Showing his impressive v-line and washboard abs.The towel hanging around his neck slightly shields the tribal marking on his chest.But I now notice that his arms are covered in tattoos.

"Are you done staring baby girl?"

I snap my head up a sudden blush creeping onto my cheeks.I mutter the first words that come to mind.

"You dressed me?"
"Someone had to.Would you prefer if had Luca or Ade dress you?"he nods to the living room that accommodates two large men,I didn't even notice before.

"No.Its just I-"
"We will talk about what I've seen on your body when we are alone.Its a private matter Angeline"

And at that Luca and Ade strut past us exiting the house.Julian walks to the kitchen I trail behind him like some lost puppy.

"sit"he motions with his head to a stool set at the island in the middle of the kitchen.I do as Im told

The chair beside me screeches and a hand rests on my leg right above the hem of the shirt.

"Look at me"
I look into his grey eyes.
"Why do you do it?"
"Do what?"
"Cut yourself?"
I pale at his bluntness.My head bows down not daring to look at him any longer.Feeling a calloused thumb graze my chin he slowly lifts my head up .Refusing yo make eye contact with him I hear him sigh.

''It is a demented thing to want to harm yourself on purpose Angeline''