Isabella's P.O.V
Before I knew what was happening, hands below my shoulders, gripped me as they lifted me in the air, making me do some somersault in the air, as he brought me down, I realised that I was now straddling his lap. Blush crept onto my face, as I looked everywhere but at him. I felt a finger go under my chin, as he lifts my head and we lock eyes. God I good swim in his orbs and get lost. They held so much emotion.
"Leave" he snapped making me flinch, thinking his talking to me.
I tried to get off his lap but his arm went around my waist, holding me in place. "Not you"
I didn't dare move, something told me not to define him in this very moment.
I heard footsteps retreat out of the room, before it was only me and him left in this huge room that just became massive with the lack of people in it.
He moved to get up and I took that as my que to get off his lap. "Sit"
And I did, I sat in his throne chair. Watching him watch me.
"I have 3 rules Ms Jones" he stated as he walks around me making me nervous. I didn't like my last name, and I didn't like hearing him say it either. But I ignored it for now and listened as I nod.
"Rule 1: Don't mix business with pleasure"
Okay that's understandable.
"Rule 2: Don't fuck with me or my family"
Well damn here little oh me thought I could- I thought sarcastically.
"I don't like sarcasm Ms Jones"
Irritate with his formality. But I kept my mouth shut.
"Rule 3: you take omèrta and stand by it when you become part of my..." he paused thinking of something " little gang"
I looked confused at him, when he smiled at me.
"And you going to uphold those rules, as from now you belong to me"
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Malcolm's Daughter
Romance"So you Malcolm's daughter?" his smirk grew as he scanned my body up and down. ----------------------- Isabella Jones, the daughter of a simple kind hearted woman. Her father a unknown man, that was only there as her memory, and not the good kind. W...
