Ch 2

I felt something soft and warm covering my body, images from the last night flooded my mind and I got up with a jerk.

The sunlight seeped into my eyes, burning them as i tightly shut and cover my eyes with my hand. I let my eyes adjust to the environment and notice a very unfamiliar large exquisite room.

This is not my house, it was rather an opulent embrace of a luxury hotel room, silk-draped walls whisper tales of indulgence, with a panoramic skyline view

I quickly got out of the bed and noticed my clothes were changed, who changed me?

I break out in cold sweat and look around for my bag but it was no where to be seen. My hands started to shake and I couldn't think of anything other than quickly finding my bag.

Then I hear a click sound and the door opens.

A tall lean figure enters the room.

The man wore a black suit with some upper buttons of his shirt open giving a clear view of half his tattooed chest. His shoulders were broad and he wasn't thin, he had the perfect body with suit covering each and every curve in his body.

His face could melt even the strongest of the ladies. He wasn't smiling nor was he giving any other expression. His face was stone hard, steely gaze held the weight of unspoken dominance.

I furrowed my brows and looked closely at his hands, he had tattoos on his hands.

"Who are you?" Mustering up my courage I spoke although my heart was thumping like a mad horse. I have never felt aroused or smitten by any man before.

He doesn't answer my question but his eyes are fixed on me which makes me more nervous.

And then it hit me, I was at the club last night and then some random guy tried to rape me but then.....he was shot.

My eyes widen with realization, what is going on?

I looked at the beautiful dangerous looking man in front of me only to find him staring at me intensely. I pacified my heart down and asked him again "w-who are you and where am I?"

The man starts to walk towards me and I didn't move, more like I couldn't move. It was like I was in a trance. And it was only until a hot breath hit my face did I realise how close he was standing to me. My breath was stuck in my throat.

"Killian Kingston" he spoke in a husky voice. That voice.

It is the same voice I had heard yesterday before fainting.

Wait, Killian Kingston? why does the name sound familiar... where have I heard it?

My eyes widen with horror, yes! Killian Kingston the most feared and powerful mafia leader!

Amanda had told me about him, he is a ruthless enigma, he navigated power with a calculated charisma that left allies enamoured and adversaries trembling.

Fingers trembling slightly, I clutched the corner of my shirt , a shield against the whirlwind of emotions churning within.

I don't know why the mafia leader is here with me, i don't know what he wants from me but I don't want to be here. Thankfully, like a gentleman, Killian stepped aside and gave me room to breathe. He went to sit on the settee however his piercing gaze never left me.

I don't have the time to think, I have to make a run. And it was nothing but a mistake to think that I can run away from a powerful man like him.

My lips go dry and my breathing becomes uneven, I prepare myself to break into a run, on the count of three

One, two...three!

I break into run as fast as I could and for a moment I thought i would be able to escape but I didn't notice when Killian got up so fast and grabbed my waist pulling me back.

My back hit his chest as I let out a low cry "Let go of me, please!"

His grip tightened around my waist and he twirls me around to face him.

His face is so close to mine, our lips almost touched.

"Calm down Hayley" He spoke in a calm control tone

Shiver ran down my spine, I was caged in the arms of the most powerful man in this country how could I keep my calm?

"What did i do? Please.. let me go" Tears spill from my eyes as I try to push him away his grip loosens a bit however not so much as to push him and run away.

"Listen to me Hayley, I am not going to hurt you. You need to calm down." He was calm and composed however his voice was soft and comforting as if he didn't want to scare me.

"I can't let you go, not after what happened yesterday night. You are mine and mine alone, I'll kill anyone who tries to lay hands on you" His voice was suddenly cold and dark.

"I am not an object I don't belong to anyone! Let go of me" I was surprised by my own self, shouting at the most dangerous man.

I punch on his chest with my hands, trying to loosen his grip but he grips my hand and twist them behind my back, and I cry out in pain with his steel grip.

His hands immediately loosen up a bit. My chin rests on his chest while he sucked in a deep breath. "Hayley, don't fight me. I am not going to let you go."

My heart leaped into my throat as I stared at him with wide eyes filled with fresh tears.

"Why?" tears slip out of my eyes

"Please" I was too frightened to scream or do anything else except for begging him to let me go.

"Let's go" he let go of my hand only to grab it again as he started walking more like dragging me towards the gate

"No!" I screamed and cried, with all my strength pulled myself back trying to make him stop dragging me, I dropped on my knees so that he couldn't move me.

" Hayley" he held a defiant gaze as he bent down and sweeps my defiant spirit into his arms, a gentle yet unyielding embrace.

"Help! someone please!" As we passed in the corridor of the hotel I saw people but let alone help they didn't even bother to look at us instead they cleared the way for Killian as if blocking him might get them killed.

I saw the receptionist look at me with horror and he was about to speak when I called for his help "Please save me! He is kidnapping me!"

Fortunately the receptionist called "Sir!" he had a Sweden accent

Killian stopped and turned around to look at the receptionist "Sir, what are y-"

Killian's guards pointed the gun at the poor receptionist head, all the guns were in his direction with the receptionist in the middle struck with horror. I looked at killian in horror, was he actually going to kill him?

"Mr. Kingston! Please forgive him, he is new doesn't know who you are! Please have mercy on us"

"If you shout again, I will kill everyone who tries to interfere me" Killian looked at me, his eyes were so scary but held a gentle gaze, almost hidden. However the thought of him killing mindlessly almost made my heart jump out.

Terror stabbed my heart, I couldn't let others die because of me.

I didn't shout for help anymore even though my mind was screaming, nobody interfered or even tried to cross paths with Killian as he moved forward towards his black Mercedes SUV.

Killian settled me inside the car, putting the seat belt on me and then came in himself. His driver sat in the car and started driving away.

It just doesn't make any sense. Yesterday only my exams got over and today I am sitting in a car with a mafia leader who said I belong to him.

The fear was tormenting me, what was he going to do with me?

"Are you going to kill me?" the words were out of my mouth before I thought about it.

Killian's head turned sharply towards me and it was then I noticed that he had grey captivating eyes which were now raging .

His hand grabbed the back of my head and pulled me with a great force and smacked his lips on mine. I was too shocked to move.

Killian's lips sucked on mine and his tongue I don't even know how his tongue got inside my mouth. He deepened the kiss, keeping my head steady while i tried to resist him. Both my small hands were captured by him in his big hand.

"Don't ever say that again, do you understand?" He looked at me ferociously

I nodded

"Use your words, Hayley" he sucked in a sharp breath as if trying to control his anger

"Y-yes"

"Good" he let go of my hands and picked me up to slightly place me on his lap. My heart raced, its beats echoing in my ears, as if a drum announced impending danger. Each breath felt shallow and insufficient, leaving me light-headed and gasping for air.

“Hayley, you need to calm down” Killian took my shaking hands into his own tattooed warm hands and started slowly rubbing them. However it only made me more nervous and anxious.

All of this was overwhelming for me and I was not able to digest that I wasn’t going to get killed.

Killian did not speak anything for the whole ride but he kept rubbing my hands till I became normal. It was to my surprise too.