The Greatest Tragedy || ONGOING

She answered one call. That's all it took for her fate to fall in his control.

His mafia desperately needs their leader. And she's the only one that can help him.

Both of them hate that these facts are true.

Will they realise how much power their situation holds? After all, love is powerful...

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"You're father's in the living room." I tell him.

"I know." He says tonelessly.

I ignore him for the rest of my journey, until I enter the room and see he's standing by the door.

"Is there something you need?" I ask.

"I think I should be asking you that." He responds, with an undeniably attractive grin.

"What do you mean-" I cut myself off as I'm about to get my bag, but I notice it isn't where I left it. It isn't even in here. "Where's my bag?"

"I don't know why you're asking me." He says as he shrugs. "You know, you should be more careful where you leave your things."

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Where's...my...bag?" I say each word after each step I take towards him. At this point, our chests are only centimetres away from each other.

"I suggest you step back, Doctor." He snarls.

"And why should I do that?"

"Because this is my house, where you follow my rules, and do what I ask you to."

"Good thing I'm leaving then." I remark as I look him dead in his eyes.

"Seems like you weren't listening to me," He says, moving closer to me, making me naturally step back. "my house," He takes another step towards me, "my rules," I step back, "and you'll be staying here for a while, so you better follow them."

What?

I trip when I hit the bed as I try to move backwards once again, and I'm caught mid-fall by his strong arm around my back.

"Got it?"

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