The Mob Queen• Laurinah[COMPLETED]

Hidden Love

Dinah

Lauren made me want to do terrible things, to terrible people each time she looked at me with her bright green eyes that seemed to search my soul for any hint of love or care. She was so easy to read, I could always tell what she was thinking. I could tell what she wanted and it was even easier to tell what she was looking for in me.

Her glassy eyes would stare into mine, searching in hope that maybe, just maybe, there was some good in me. But trust me, if there was any left, I would've destroyed it.

Love is weakness, and she is my weakness. She does not know that I love her, she thinks the opposite in fact and it seems its lead her to defy and despise me.

I notice everyday how she looks at me like she thinks she knows me and to be honest, it makes me uncomfortable and I leave because I knows she has the power to change me. I have the feeling she's realized this because sometimes I accidentally let it show and her eyes go soft, like she's seen something in me no one else can.

Lately, she's been avoiding me completely and I guess it's because I made her shoot a man three days ago. She's innocent and sweet, but I don't care, that man almost killed her so he deserved to be punished. Anyone that comes in the way of us should be hurt.

"Mrs. Hansen, I have your daily reports for the warehouses," Camila, my assistant spoke, the small girl appearing in the doorway. I had been a lot more touchy about her being here ever since I saw the way she looked at Lauren at my wedding. She knew better than to do something so stupid, at least I thought so anyways.

"Thank you, Camila," I took the folders, looking through them carefully as she stood in the doorway. Her breathing was heavy, and her foot was tapping rather quickly. Why was she so nervous? "Are you okay?"

Now my eyes were trained on her, looking for any little signs that would let me figure out what she was hiding and why she was so nervous. It was a tactic my father had taught me. Every little thing mattered.

She took a deep breath, biting down on her lip as her eyes flickered away from mine for a second. "I'm fine. Thank you for asking," she nodded gratefully but I only watched her.

"You're welcome. Can you please go get Lauren and bring her here?" I asked and my eyes narrowed as her breath caught in her throat, her pupils becoming bigger. Lauren, why was she so nervous about Lauren?

"Yes, ma'am," she nodded and left quickly, her feet patting against the wooden floors in the hallway. It was a few seconds later when I heard a quiet moan, my head perking up at the uninvited sound. What the fuck was going on in there? I stood up angrily, stomping towards the door and opened in, surprised to see Lauren falling in.

Her hand was still attached to the doorknob but she let go, trying to stop herself from falling but I was already on it. I caught her, holding her closely but the moment was short and she shoved me away. Probably out of frustration I guessed, which she had every right to but I wouldn't tolerate.

My hand shot out, grabbing her wrist roughly and pulling her back to me as my eyebrows furrowed. "Do not push me away," I growled and Lauren stopped struggling, her eyes locking onto mine. I let go and quickly spun on my heel, trying not to let her get in my head.

She was so lucky, I should've hit her, but I didn't. I hated the way her face cringed in pain and it shouldn't have, I was raised to feed off of it but when she did it. It was like a switch in my head flipped and I didn't want to hurt her.

"What did you need?" She asked quietly as I seated myself in my leather chair behind the large wooden desk, rubbing my fingers over the polished wood.

"I just wanted to check on you. How is the wound healing?" My eyes were trained on the desk as she slowly sat in the chair in front of my desk.

"Fine."

"Did it damage anything?"

When she did not answer I looked up with anger, frustrated that she was ignoring me again. Hey eyes were on the window, a gleam of hope in them.

"Answer me," I pounded one of my fists against the desk and she flinched, her hands immediately wrapping around herself protectively.

"I want to see my father," she said and I glared. I asked her a question, and she had once again ignored me. Rising from my seat, she looked at me in fear and I approached her.

"I asked you a question!" I shouted as I slapped her across her face, grabbing her jaw with my hand. "Answer me."

Now, she was angry and I could see it as she tried to stand up but I sat her down.

"Did it damage anything?" I questioned, my hand slipping behind her neck as I brought her closer to put my lips against her ear. She shuddered and I tightened my grip, her body becoming tense.

"Dinah, please," she whispered and I pulled back to see her eyes filled with fear as tears formed, her eyes becoming a bit red. They were searching mine frantically, hoping to find just a bit of mercy.

"Did it damage anything?" I asked for the third time and this time my voice was softer, my grip loosening.

"No," she whispered, her eyes still teary as I pushed her away, turning away from her.

"Dinah," I felt her hand try to grasp mine but I shoved her away, walking to the large window.

"Get out," I said calmly, my fists clenching.

"Pleas-"

"Get out!" I shouted and I looked back to see her eyes full of fear as she ran out, tears streaming down her face.

What was this girl doing to me? She was making me soft, she was making me deny myself. It needed to stop. She needed to learn who she was here.