Poison Tree

Sweet Bastards

*Tsar's POV*

His hand had an iron grip on my arm as he drug me back to his house. I looked around for another branch or anything to go upside his head with, but came up short. And besides, his grip was so tight I doubt I'd be able to get my hands on it. He was like those things that nurses wrap around your arm to take your blood pressure. I snorted as the thought of asking him what my blood pressure was flashed in my head. When his house came into view, I started thrashing in his grip, causing a low growl to come from him.
"Back atcha." I said, planting my feet firmly on the ground, pulling him back a little. I smirked as he turned to face me, eyebrows raised. We stood staring at each other until he shrugged and in a flash, I was tossed over his shoulder. I groaned out loud, not even bothering to hit his muscular back, knowing that they wouldn't bother him In the slightest. Instead I focused on making myself more heavier, which was also in vain. I sighed in frustration before propping my elbow on his back and putting my face in my hand. We, well, he walked onto the porch and I gasped at the sight of the door flat on the ground. He continued up the stairs, and when I thought that we'd be going back to his room, he turned and took me to a different room that was next to his. He opened the door and stepped in, quickly shutting and standing in front of it as he put me down. But I didn't care about that. This room was breathtaking. The walls were a slate gray color, with one wall nothing but glass, from the floor to the ceiling. The mahogany floor was so shiny it showed my reflection. In the corner sat a queen sized bed, which seemed to be customized just to fit in the corner, with the softest looking gray silk hanging like a canopy. Adorning the bed was a thick royal blue cover, as well as thousand of silk royal blue and gray pillows. Folded neatly on the bed was also a heavy looking grey fur cover. The bed happened to be sitting on some sort of pedestal, making it look right out of a movie. I took one last glance at the bed area before my eyes wondered to the other side of the room, my jaw dropping even more. It was like I had my own private library. Huge bookshelves stood towering over everything in the room, holding at least tens of thousands of books. There was also a reading nook, which blankets and pillows, as well as a fire place that could fold back into the wall. I didn't know what to say as my eyes went from the bed, back to the library, and to the bed again.

*Giovoni's POV*

As soon as her feet hit the floor, I hurriedly stood in front of the door, ready to foil any attempt at running. But surprisingly, she didn't. Instead, her whole body went rigid as she took in the room. Her eyes were shining in admiration. I smiled as she took tiny steps forward, hesitant to reach out as if she would break something. When she had finally eyed the bookshelves, I could tell she was trying hard to restrain herself. It was like her eyes had held the galaxy hostage. Even the moon would be envious at the amount of stars she had in them at this moment. Her mouth was open as if she wanted to say something, but no words came out. The way the sunlight hit her dark curls and the shadows casting from her eyelashes, making them stretch over her face seemed like a picture straight from the fairytales. She finally turned to me with an arched eyebrow slightly raised.
     "What's this?" She asked, her arms folded neatly into her tiny waist. I raised an eyebrow at her, confused as ever. Until I realized she meant the room.
     "It's your room." I stated firmly, leaving no room for questions.
     "No, it's not. It's your room. My room is off of sixteenth street, in riverglares apartments, in which you kidnapped me from. A place in which I would like to return to." She added, leaving no room for denial. Or at least that's what she thought. My eyes darkened at the thought of her leaving. I took a deep breathe as to calm myself, remembering that she was new to all of this.
     But mate is trying to leave.
     Shut it. She's not going anywhere.
     Tsar narrowed her eyes at me, her anger boiling.
     "First you break into my workplace with this gang shit, threatened my life multiple times, stalked me, broke into my home, AND kidnapped me, and as if that wasn't enough, you're holding me hostage?" She asked, her head tilted in disbelief.
     "Technically, I don't have a gun to your head, so it ain't a hostage situation love." I said, smirking. She threw a pretty menacing glare my way.
     "Well I sure as shit ain't here on free will now, am I?" She said sarcastically.
     "Well love, it's either this," I said, gesturing to everything in the room. "Or the cells." I puffed out my chest, crossing my arms in front of me. I expected her eyes to get big as saucers. I imagined her begging me not too. What I didn't imagine, or expect, was for her to actually push past me, chanting "lead the way asshole." I turned to look at her, masking my shock with a blank face. If she wanted to do it the hard way, so be it.

     *Tsar's POV*

     I saw the look of shock on his face. But he had to know just how much I didn't play by the rules. And besides, his cells aren't the only thing I've been caged in. He grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me out of the room and basically dragging me down the stairs and to the once before broken door. This time, a new, sturdy looking door was on the hinges. I said nothing and looked at steel eyes as we were walking. I could basically see the anger coming from him. After me being dragged about five miles into the woods, we came in face with civilization. But I knew it wasn't the normal kind. These were his people. I could tell by the way they stopped what they were doing, the males standing up straighter and saluting, the females throwing their eyes from him and bowing their heads in submission. Kids hid behind mothers legs, while some mimicked the actions of the males. I looked at the women in disgust, but mostly pity. I would never bow to anyone. Steel eyes blew a breathe through his nose and immediately they went back to what they were doing, which was now shooting curios glances my way. Steel eyes growled at anyone that looked for too long, snapping his teeth at the males in particular. I glared at anyone who dared look at me, daring them to say anything. A few more miles and we were surrounded by trees yet again. I silently looked at steel eyes, who was still angry and tense. I laughed at how he was walking, slightly stomping his feet. He looked like an over grown toddler, his dark curls bouncing, muscles flexing as she gripped my arms. Don't get me started on the back muscles. God were they my weakness. I was just about to dive deeper into my fantasy, until I found myself pinned to a tree by my neck. I looked into a pair of grey eyes, glowing with raw anger.
     "Don't ever laugh at me. Ever." He bit out, tightening his grip on my neck. My eyes met his as a slow smile found it's way on my face. I leaned my head back into his hands, all the while smiling and looking him dead in the eyes. His eyes flickered for a moment before he removed his hand and just stared at me.
     You're not the only one who's dangerous. The voice bounced around in my head. I smirked before pushing past him into the direction we were walking in. Damn right he's not.