Conquer

Chapter 15 - Thank You

Imani POV

"GET THE HELL UP!" My eyes shoot open, I start to panic but I still feel a strong arm around my waist. I feel him stir a bit from the yelling, "I SAID GET THE HELL UP!" We both start to sit up, my eyes meet an angry woman holding a gun. She looks a bit familiar, but I can't put my finger on it. 

Marcus's grip tightens and he pushes me behind him a bit, "What the hell are you doing here!?" Her face starts to grow red, "Who the hell is this bitch!? Why is she in our bed!" I look a bit confused and look at Marcus, pulling out of his grip. "Marcus? What is she talking about?"

He looks at me and tries to grab my hand but I pull away before he can. Everything is going to fast, I watch as he pulls out his from his side drawer and aims his gun at her. He shoots her leg, and she screams and drops her gun. 5 men start to flood through the room and hold her down, she starts to cry and glares at me. "HE'S MINE! HE'S MINE YOU FUCKING BITCH!" Marcus snaps his fingers and she gets dragged away with a trail of blood following.

Her screams disappear down the hall and gunshots ring through the house. Silence fills the room, I get out of the bed and walk to the bathroom ignoring Marcus pleads. I shut the door in his face and lock the bathroom door. 

I block out the sounds of him banging on the door and look at myself in the mirror, collecting my thoughts. I turn on the sink and splash some water on my face, I dry my face a bit and focus on the sound of the banging door. 

Once the banging stops, I unlock the door and open it. I look at Marcus with a blank expression, "You have some explaining to do." He looks down at me and nods, he moves out of the way and I walk in front of him.  A man in a black suit stands in front of the door, "She's dead Boss."

He looks at me and flinches, and moves out of the way. I walk downstairs and make my way to the kitchen, I pour myself a glass of water and take it down. Once the cup is empty I place the cup on the countertop and lean against it.

I look at Marcus standing in front of me, leaning against the stove. "Who is she?" 

"Her name is Lucy, she is my crazy ex." I raise an eyebrow, "Crazy?" 

He nods, "We dated for a couple of weeks, she started to act bitchy and I quickly realized that she wanted me for my money. So I broke up with her, ever since then she would sneak into my house like the insect she is and tries to "Seduce me". Usually, she would end up escaping death before I can kill her, you've met her before. I'm not that mad because thanks to her, I got to meet you."

I think for a moment, then I remember. "The girl I saved from your men!" He nods, "I ordered a couple to go after her but I guess they were to busy with you. She's finally gone and she can't harass me anymore."

I take a breath and feel a pair of hand grip my waist and pull me close. Then a pair of lips met mine and I started to melt, once our lips part he looks at me with a worried look. He then begins to hug me, "I'm so sorry that you had to wake up to that, thank you." I was a bit confused but he continues, "Thank you for not walking out on me, thank you for listening to me, thank you for giving me a chance to explain myself."

I smile and tighten the hug, "Marcus, I love you too much to let you go so easily. The one thing our relationship is built on is trust and I trust you." He looks at me and smiles, "Now let's make breakfast."

His grip tightens and I can't seem to loosen it, I look at him again and he smirks at me. "I have a better idea~"

He picks me up bridal style and walks up the stairs, passes our bedroom which is currently being cleaned and into a random door. He places me on the bed, I stare at him as he takes off his shirt. He pins me down, "Are you ready~" 

I give him seductive smirk, "Of course."

The rest of our day and into the night consisted of the beauty of touch and the pure bliss of love.

No POV

A man that sits in the cold world opens his eyes, for those who thought he was gone will not be ready as he is now ready to awaken in the night. He looks around the room of white, only the moon giving him the light to see clearly.

Memories of all those months ago echo through his mind, looking down he sees the bandages that cover his body. He sits up and moving his legs over, allowing his feet to touch the cold floor. He stands, ignoring the aching in his body and walks over to the door. Opening it slowly, he steps out and takes his time walking to his office in pure silence.

Opening his office door, he steps in to see his office still disorganized as usual. He turns on the lights and closes the door behind him, walking over to his desk he picks up a pen and pad and starts to write.

Starts to write his plan, for killing a man and taking a woman. A plan to shape the mafia world and make it his own, a plan to conquer. This man was ready, to die, ready to rule and ready to start a war.