The Death of Me | A mafia story

Chapter 10 - I killed her

[ Writers block is a bîtch, so if this Chapter is crappy, it's writers block's fault not mine ! ]

Cara's POV

His words kicked the sense back to my mind. My eyes snapped open, the blood rushed faster in my veins as I directly placed my hand over his chest and angrily pushed him away from me.

My sudden action startled him, i took that as my chance to get out of the bed and away from him.

In a swift motion, he stood up as well, his hand immediately circled around my wrist and pushed me to the near wall, his hold so tight, tighter than it should, his eyebrow raised, "I advice you to never do that again." He said, his tone threatening, his hold tightened even more.

"Leave my hand." I said, my voice came weak as i struggled to let free of his hold. But that didn't stop him, his fingers wrapped tighter as he leant closer again, trapping me again.

My eyes widened at the closeness of our faces, the look in his eyes cut through me, "You don't tell me what to do." He said, his tone the same, not raising nor lowering. Rigid, threatening, a promise of pain lays behind it.

My heart thumped harder as my gaze dropped down, to the tight hold of his fingers over my now-red marked wrist.

I tightened my jaw, my other hand went and tried to remove his hand away, "I said leave my hand." I said again stressing on each word.

I heard him let out a sigh before his other hand caught mine and took hold of both of my hands.

"They said you'll be a trouble." He said.

I lifted my eyes and met his, i gritted my teeth, who he think he is, "And you know what love, i hate trouble."

Great, because i have a feeling i hate you too.

"Who you think you are ?" I said with gritted teeth. I tried to pull my hands away but failed again.

The corner of his lips lifted in a smirk, "I think i've already answered that question."

"No, you're not my-" i started to say, but his words from before rang again, my heart dropped in my stomach and I couldn't form the next word. Things can't go that far. I won't let it go that far, "You can't be-"

"It's not your choice to take." He simply said.

"Oh hell it is !" I shot back, "Of course it's my choice."

He didn't say anything but i noticed how his lips curled up in annoyance. He took my chin in his other hand, holding it firmly that I couldn't look away from his eyes.

"When you talk with me-" he started, his fingers tightened more over my chin, it hurts, "-watch your tone." He added ever so calmly.

"Do you understand?" He added with a raised eyebrow. I swallowed hard but said nothing.

My hands trapped in his, my face trapped between his calloused fingers, even my eyes, he held them in the palms of his intense piercing gaze.

I wonder what other parts of me he is going to trap as well.

His fingers squeezed my sensitive skin pulling me back to reality, "Do you understand ?" He added again, stressing on each word.