Mr. Dangerous

Chapter 2

Tess POV
I woke up in a pitch black room. I sat up and my mind still foggy from my anxiety. I stood feeling my socks hit carpet. My apartment is only hard wood. I walked to a door that had light beaming from under it, it opened up to a hallway. My stomach dropped as I walked down the stairs. I saw the bottom of the stairs and heard muffled music. I hit the bottom step and it had led to a living room. Looking around I spotted a man in a recliner.
"H-hello?"
I watched the mans head lift, instantly I knew who it was. Mr. Knight. Leader of mafia, killer.
"Hi sweetheart."
I backed over to the door and put my hand on it.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be. You won't get far sweetheart, just come sit."
My anxiety kicked in, I felt my body loose all care in the situation.
"Fuck no."
I said. I opened the door and walked out. I ran down the street until, a pair of arms rapped around my waist, lifting me off the ground.
"Put me down you bastard... son of bitch... let go jackass."
"One more cuss word, I dare you."
"Bite me."
I was brought into the house and saw two other guys.
"Great I got a pimp and his pets."
"Outgoing one is she?"
"Fuck you."
I heard the door slam and I was put on the ground.
"Both of you, out. Now."
There eyes widened and they left. I was turned and pushed into a wall.
"Watch your tongue beautiful, it's gonna get you in trouble."
I felt myself tremble, I had been the whole time.
"I need you to calm down, you're gonna have an anxiety attack if you don't."
"Bullshit, I'm fine. It just so happens some jackass kidnapped me."
I heard an animalistic sound come from his chest.
"I'm the only one here right now that can calm you down, please don't have one. Just calm down."
His voice lightened and he caressed my cheek.
"I know you feel safe right now, please come sit on the couch. I won't hurt you."
His voice did make me relax and his touch had made almost an imprint in my skin. Leaving the feeling for minutes. I finally nodded and he grabbed my hand pulling me to the couch. He sat then grabbed me, pulling me to his lap. I tried to push away but his grip on my hip tightened.
"Stay here, you'll be calmer."
"Doubtful."
I tried to push away when I was thrown on the other side of the couch. I curled up in a ball, and watched him stand. He looked at me then sighed.
"I'm sorry that you just woke up to this, but I knew you wouldn't have talked to me. You obviously know who I am."
"Do you blame me?"
I was really cocky at the moment, my anxiety makes it to where I push everything away. Then it all comes and I pass out.
"No, but you don't know me. Just because you here of what I do, doesn't mean that's the only part of me."
I stood, angry that he was lecturing me on how he's 'good'.
"Are you meaning to tell me that what you do isn't true? You kill people dumbass. Everyone is afraid of you because they don't want you to kill them if they stare at you. And. And."
My anxiety started taking the overflowing part. I'll pass out. I cried, hard. He caught me and held me.
"Shhh. It's ok sweetheart. Breathe, I don't want you to pass out. Breathe."
I continued to cry and felt a hand start going through my hair, the other on my waist. Running circles with his thumb
"Sweetheart please, please. I won't hurt you. I swear on my life, just breathe."
I felt myself start breathing and my headache decreasing. He shushed me more and I felt myself relax.
"What happened sweetheart?"
"My anxiety cause me to loose care and fear. Then it rushes back after a short period of time. I pass out, I've never been awake this long."
He made me feel comfortable and cared for.
"I'm Caleb."
"Tess."
"Beautiful."
I heard him whisper under his breath. I felt myself being picked up and I looked up at Caleb. He was very handsome, besides the fact that he's the most feared man alive.
"Where are we going?"
"My room, my sister gave me some of her shorts for you. I didn't feel comfortable to do that to you."
I nodded feeling slightly better being with him. I soon realized he was fully dressed. Dressed nicely. A black button up, nice jeans, and vans. I was sat on the bed and there were spandex laid beside me.
"You can change in the bathroom. Then I'll sleep on the couch."
"Take your bed, the couch will be mine."
"How bout we both take the bed?"
"No touching?"
"No conscious touching."
"What's that even mean?"
"Means that if we end up cuddling in the morning, no one is to blame. Because we were unconscious."
"Ok."
I walked into the bathroom that he showed me, and changed into the spandex that fit really well. I was in an grey tie dye adidas shirt, spandex, and black socks. Well I could look worse. I messed my hair up and walked to the bed.
"Nope. Other side."
"What's wrong with this side?"
"Over."
I rolled my eyes and scooted away from the side he wanted.
"Why tho?"
"I want to be closer to the door."
I nodded and got under the comforter. The lights turned off and I heard Caleb get into bed.
"Night sweetheart."
"Night Caleb."
I didn't mind the sweetheart thing, but it might've been because that's all he's called me.
••••
I felt myself wake up to Caleb pulling me to his chest.
"Caleb?"
I whined lightly. I pushed against him, only to be brought closer.
"Caleb let go."
I said alittle louder. I pushed again and heard a groan.
"Just sleep sweetheart."
"We promised on no conscious touching."
"I wasn't conscious when I grabbed you."
"But now you are."
He huffed and let go of me, turning over.
"Caleb."
"What?"
"You were warm."
I heard myself whisper. I turned over and started drifting slowly to sleep. He was warm, and if I wasn't so stubborn I'd be warm. I then felt myself being turned, and pulled back to the same position. I just excepted it and got closer to his chest.
"I'm not asleep Tess."
"This is my unconscious decision."
I whispered against his chest. I felt him snicker and pull me slightly closer. I fell asleep nearly instantly.