I awake to the sound on what I think is chains banging together, My eyebrows furrow as I feel a feather light touch stroking my hair. My face is pushed up against someones neck, arms are locked around my body tightly, almost suffocating. I hear a rough voice penetrate the air, " Yes right there, that's perfect". My heart skips a beat, as I come to the realization that Nixon is the one holding me. Curiosity makes me want to lift my head and see what he is talking about but a part of me knows its not good and doesn't want to find out. I maintain my calm even breathing, although my heart rate has picked up. "Anything else boss?" The question lingers in the air and I feel my limbs tense up as a heavy hand comes down on my hair again stroking it. "No, you may leave" Nixon's voice cuts through the air, dismissing the boy, a quick scurry of feet and the opening and closing of the door is all that can be heard.I squeeze my eyes shut and try to focus on relaxing my body, to hide all evidence that I was indeed awake. "Your acting skills are lacking my love, but I do rather enjoy you when you sleep or rather pretend. So peaceful and complaint" His voice is airy with laughter, immediately after hearing this I move away, I'm surprised when he lets me go. A knowing smirk hangs on his face, eyes swirling with mischief. I look at him in disgust before letting my eyes roam around the room, I take in the familiar furnishings of his room. " Why am I back here?" I ask, I get of the bed and face Nixon, not wanting my back turned against him.
I look down at my body to see I've been changed into a white silk night gown, reaching the middle of my shins but with a split down each side of the gown, meaning every time I move, my legs are on display, along with the see through boob region. Nixon lays casually on the bed, hands behind his head and ankles crossed. " Did you change me?" I asks outraged. He looks at me and shrugs his shoulders " I also gave you a bath, no offence my love but you did smell pretty bad", I look at him in disbelief as if he doesn't recall locking me away with no food or a bathroom. " Look I don't know what kind of game you are playing with me but this is crazy man. Don't you see that? I'm not the person you want, you have to let me go." I try again to plead with him, this time he sighs deeply. I watch as his muscles flex as he makes his way off the bed towards the window. My breathing is harsh, my chest moving rapidly, the gown not hiding anything.
I watch wearily as he leans casually against the window. I slowly back away from the bed towards the door. Nixon's back is facing me, but I can see his face in the reflection of the glass. " Annora we have been through this. I know you are scared, you have every right to be. But, running and trying to escape is just a waste of your energy, energy that could be used for other.....activities." Nixon's voice is deep, husky and undeniably suggestive. My breath gets stuck in my throat as I catch on to the meaning behind his words.
Before I can answer Nixon continues. " Despite what you may believe, I didn't just choose you out randomly. Not just anyone gets to be my wife. Yes we meet only a couple weeks ago but the signs where there, you were mean't to be mine. Fate has entwined our paths, and you are everything I hoped and dreamed off, kitten. The women I want to bare my children and spend the rest of my days with." By now he has turned to face me. Nixon moves to the middle of the room, his hands gripping the chains hanging from the ceiling, his eyes holding a strange tenderly affection with a psychopath twist.
When his eyes meet mine again, I feel my heart stop. His eyes almost black, swirling with a mix on emotions, a menacing and killer smirk on his face as he continues. " The women I want to dominate, with your infuriating disobedience. The women I want to claim, so no one else can steal her away from me. The women I want to see walk down the isle to me, so I can spend eternity with her. The women I want to come home to, pregnant with my child. That women, Is you my love. You are the women I am meant to be with and I'll do whatever it takes, kill any man, women and child, destroy the world for. I''l do everything and anything to keep you, even if it means chaining you up, crushing your soul and will, so you will no longer refuse me or our life together. Not even you Annora my feisty kitten, will stop me from having you." When Nixon finishes his little speech, he has advanced towards me, the chains swaying behind him.
Shaking me head rapidly, I put my hands in front of my body, trying to somehow protect myself against this monster. I let out a whimper, this is probably the first time in my life I am truly scared for my well being. I turn quickly and race the rest of the way to the door, grasping the handle I tug and pull relentlessly, hoping to god it will open and when it doesn't, I know i'm done for. I hear a cold chuckle fill the room. "I knew that you would run at the first mention of being with me, but that's okay my love, you will grow to love me as I love you, you just need a little bit of training. Luckily for you I will be the most patient man in the world."
I turn around and see Nixon smirking at me. I can hear my heart pounding against my chest. "please...." I beg, Nixon tilts his head. "Please what my love?" He asks, "Please... please leave me alone you sicko." A sob escapes my mouth once I finish. "Tsk tsk, kitten. That was not the answer I was hoping for...." And then Nixon pounces. He tackles me into a bear hug, my back against his chest, his arms like steel. I let out a scream and I fling my body around desperate to get out of his hold. Nixon growls in my ear and he struggles to get my body under control. " The more you struggle... the worse it will be for you" Nixon grounds out this next to my ear. I shiver as his warm breath makes contact with my skin. He lifts me up, arms around my waist, I kick my legs in the air, nails scraping his arms. He walks me to the center of the room, right were the chains are hanging. "Nooo, please don't" I scream " I'll do anything......." I sob loudly as I struggle against him.
With quick irrational thinking I bang the back of my head against Nixon's face. I hear Nixon curse before dropping me. I land like a heap on the floor, I look up at Nixon and see him cradling his nose, blood drips off his hands as he looks at me with murderous eyes. He removes his hands and wipes them on his shirt, leaving streaks of blood. When he smiles at me, blood stains his teeth.
This is the image of a true psychopath.
" I commend your effort to delay the unpreventable, I do kitten. However, that is no way to treat your future husband, now is it?" His voice is deep, he talks in a deadly calm manor, which frightens me all the more. I crawl backwards, "Stop, I'm not the person you want" I shout out. I watch as Nixon closes his eyes and pitches his already bleeding nose. His chest rises and falls at an alarming rate, he was angry I knew that, but how angry? I'm about to find out. " How many times do I need to tell you. YOU ARE MINE. I don't like repeating myself. Now,," Nixon takes a breath "be a good girl and come here." I look at him in disbelief, it's as if we are both speaking different languages. Nixon points at his feet as If i'm a child, his foot taps impatiently. I shake my head and continue backwards. His eyebrow raises as if what he is seeing is a child misbehaving rather than a scared women he kidnapped. " I'm going to count to three and If your not by my side, you have no one else to blame for my actions but yourself. One....." I sob even more as I hear his words. "Your crazy man." my voice is horse but harsh. I turn around a clumsily make it to my feet. " Two....." My head is dizzy from when I headbutted him and I struggle to focus. "Annora" I hear the warning in Nixon's voice but I stumble forward trying to make it to the bathroom so I can lock the door, my hand grasps the cold handle.
"Three....."
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RomanceNixon Lerento is a man who cares for no one, who bows down to no one. He lives in a world where it's HUNT or be HUNTED and he most certainly was not one to be hunted. But what would you expect from a Mafia boss. His cold demeanor, expressionless ma...