Irresistible Hunk (Mature) Completed

38. Prisoner

Dedicated to  beccxo

So here's the 2nd update for today! Am I not lovable? Maybe there's a 3rd one later.

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Stacy's POV

I opened my eyes in a familiar room. Paul's room in the penthouse, where I stayed during the time of me being his male driver. Why am I here? Then the memories came flashing back. Shoot! I need to escape! I hastily went out of the room and ran my way to the front door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Paul's booming voice from behind me rang in the silent penthouse. Where did he come from? I checked the way  and it was clear! I turned to face him.

"Uh, thanks for saving me last night but I have to go somewhere. But you don't have to save me, really. It's not your responsibility. So I'm leaving. But thank you, I really appreciate it." I nervously said. I needed to leave before he finds out I killed his man! He raised his right brow, his lips in a thin line, crossed his arms on his chest, then walked towards me.

"Do you think you can escape from what you have done, little vixen?" Fuck! He already know!

"What are you talking about?" I feigned innocence. He pushed my front on the door, held my hands behind me then secured them with cuffs. No! If you just listened to me last night. Now look what happened. My mind mocked. "P-Paul..." I pleaded nervously.

"Why did you do it?" He asked darkly. "And don't you dare deny it, Anderson." He warned, using my words to him last night. "I wasn't able to save them and my club because you sidetracked me! Do you know how many of my men got killed? And how many innocent people where killed and wounded?!" I felt relieved and mortified simultaneously. Relieved that he is pertaining to me, being a distraction to him and not my murder. And mortified, 'coz Damon assured me that no innocent will get hurt yet Paul is informing me otherwise. "Eleven of my men were killed, then eighteen were hurt, while twenty-six innocent people died and forty-eight were hurt! How can you be so heartless?!" He turned my body and slammed my back on the door. My eyes momentarily closed from the impact, my hands hurt because the cuffs slammed, too, but the pain that overwhelming me more was from the fact that I became an instrument to the death and pain of many innocent people.  I didn't kill only one person but plenty. I'm a terrible and an evil person!

"Oh my gosh! I'm sorry! I didn't know. Damon assured me that no civilian will be hurt!" My tears started to fall. I killed many lives. I'm a murderer of innocent lives!

"Can your cry return their lives?" He rhetorically asked. "No!" He yelled at my face, then he punched the door beside my head. My eyes widened in fear. He stepped away from me and smashed everything that his hands can reach. Whereas I'm silently crying and condemning myself from my sins. I wish Paul will just hurt me physically, if he will, then maybe the guilt in my heart will be lessen. Paul hates me, I can't blame him, for even I, hate myself at the moment.