His Possession

Chapter Twenty-Three:

"I need to talk to Tyler." I demanded, my eyes flicking up to theirs and my head tilted back in order to look at them. They were both very tall, and seemed to look at me with a blank expression.

"He's busy right now, go away." One of the men tried to usher me away, but I kept my feet planted in place. I raised my eyebrow at him and watched him carefully. His blonde hair was messily placed on top of his head, and he looked about thirty.

"I need to speak with him now, it's important." I insisted and shrugged his arm off my shoulder.

The blond hair man looked at the other guy, giving him a stern look before turning his gaze back on me. My arms were crossed protectively over my chest and I let out a large breath of air, feeling annoyed at their silence.

I stepped forward, "Fine, I will just go in there and get him myself." I approached the door, but before I could reach the handle the blond had stepped in front of me and blocked my path. I looked at him and narrowed my eyes. "Move it." I hissed.

He shook his head and the other man responded, "Tyler is attending to business right now, he cannot be disturbed by anyone." He gave a gruff nod and seemed to look directly through me.

I dug my nails into my forearms, feeling annoyed as hell. I needed to talk to him, and these men weren't going to stop me. "It will only take a second, if you could just let me in..." I trailed off, trying to get around the large man in front of me.

He didn't budge, his large frame completely blocked the door and he refused to me. He barely even acknowledged me. Fine, if he wanted to do that then I would just scream for Tyler.

I opened my mouth and began yelling Tyler's name loudly. The men cringed and moved towards me. I continued shouting and shouting, earning eye rolls from both the men in front of me. "Tyler! These two fucks won't let me talk to you! It's important!" I continued to hound out. The men seemed to have enough of my bullshit. They stepped towards me while I was yelling and each grabbed ahold of my biceps. They began dragging me away, while I didn't even bother to fight against them.

I kept my body slump and forced them to drag me back down the hallway from where I had entered. I continued screaming, earning a few curse words from the men. I heard them say something in Italian to each other and they hauled me off the ground. My feet dangled as they carried me in-between them.

I heard the sound of the metal door opening and I cranked my head back to see Tyler emerge from the doorway. He stuck his body out and held a rag in between his fingers. I saw the annoyance on his face and he called out.

"Let her go, she won't stop until I talk to her." Tyler seemed to know my persistence from the small amount of time that we've spent together.

The men let go of my biceps and I landed on my feed ungracefully, rubbing my sore arms gently. I shot them a look and frowned, "Your wives much fucking hate you." I noticed their unusually large hands and turned away from them. Their faces knitted up in anger but they said nothing to me.

I walked back down the hall, the men slowly trailing behind me and reached Tyler. He was wiping his hands with the white cloth, it was stained with a dark red colour, and so were his hands. "I told you, I had business to deal with." He saw my eyes wander upon the dirty rag.

I looked back up at him and shrugged, "And I needed to talk to you. We can talk in here," I began walking towards the door, hearing Tyler mumble a soft 'I wouldn't go in there,' and follow slowly behind me. I ignored him, I have already seen this room of death and it didn't really bother me anymore. I knew what to expect. "I've been in here already, don-Oh my fucking god! What the fuck-" My eyes instantly fell on the disgusting scene before me. I stumbled back from the entrance, feeling disgusted.