Danielle was brought to a powerful man's house because her father couldn't repay his debt.
It was only time that could tell what would happen to them.
If she would be finally freed. If he would be finally freed.
They both were captured, though both...
William had all of his men on stand-by in case something went wrong. He wanted to kill the man himself -it was a promise he made to himself- who had taken Danielle from under his watchful eye. William wanted to kill him, not only because of that, but also for the fact that he almost got away with it.
When he had sneaked into the house where -according to Horlo- his Elle was being held hostage, he had seen something he hadn't expected to stumble upon. The one William was supposed to save was curled up in the arms of man he wanted to murder. To top it off, she looked peaceful. Her lips were curved upwards and her melodious laugh carried through the house, all the way to him.
"Bounty," Danielle said whilst yawning, "I'm tired. I think I'll head to bed now."
He smiled and when she tried to get up, he pulled her flush against him again and planted a light kiss on her lips. "I'll come up in half an hour, DiDi," he whispered against her lips, his never leaving hers.
William was seething. He snarled in silence and his hands clenched. Just like his heart did. He wanted her to act like that to him. Not that filthy guy. The raven-haired man waited for ten minutes, making sure she wasn't going to come down to see what was about to happen.
The furious Beast marched into the living room where Hunter was currently watching television. The Enchanter was taken off guard when he saw a contorted face looming over him.
"You keep your hands to yourself," William all but growled. He had let his inner demons take over. They were more vicious than he would ever be and he used it to his advantage in certain situations. The Beast wanted revenge for the Beauty -his beauty- that had been taken from him.
"What the f*ck are you doing in my house?!" Hunter said and tried to get up before William could do something, but he was too late.
William had grabbed Hunter by his throat and pulled him up to the wall, "What the f*ck are you doing with my girl."
The Enchanter tried to snort -even with the lack of oxygen- and glared at the male in front of him, "She's not yours. Not when she finds out everything you've done. You're no saint, Beast."
William's hand squeezed a bit harder, almost cutting off his supply of air, and glared back before a wicked grin formed on his deluded face, "I know that I am no saint. But. I. Don't. Care."
His hand closed around his throat. William let go after a few seconds. Hunter's lifeless body hit the ground with a thud.
"She's mine," The Beast growled before heading upstairs.
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