THE BEGINNING OF THE END

  Everyone knows that feeling.

A feeling of betrayal and frustration, one that could kill.

A feeling of hopelessness.

   The room was slightly opened and inside sat the one man who could make the whole of America quiver in fear and submission. That same man sat on the floor, a bottle of rum in his hand and a few other bottles on the floor. Some were broken while some lay motionless probably feeling what he was feeling. His white shirt opened that only two buttons held it and his hair wasn't the gelled black hair or the curly one, it was dishevelled as if he had just had sex. But the worst kind of sex.

    He coughed tears in his eyes, he took a huge gulp of the content, and another until the bottle was empty then he threw it across the room and it shattered. His woman would have screamed or rebuked him. But no, she wasn't here… she was probably six feet to her death.

Yes! It was his fault. He had killed her and he regretted it. His daughter couldn't look at his face, she hated him and he hated himself.

   If he could rewind time, he wouldn't have shot that bullet… a kill bullet. It had hit her chest and she had screamed his name with shock and pain, but he knew he saw hate masked under the pretence of shock and pain.

She can't feel pain, not after he had broken her to the extent that she could cut a life body without throwing up or fainting. It was hatred for him because he knew he had destroyed her entire life when he made her his own. It wasn't just that people would be after her or she'd engage in some illegal business of the sort, it was… .

It was because he admired her too much and knew she would die someday. But it was too soon

“Fuck you, Annie”, he muttered wiping his face with a dirty towel that lay on the floor with him. He stunk of alcohol and dirt but could stand it, what was alcohol and dirt compared to blood and decayed bodies. 

    Thinking back in time, he thought of when he first saw her, how he adored her and called her his own. He thought of how he finally found love.

Love?

  No one would have ever thought someone like him… the great dragon of America would find love and fall so weak. So weak that he dropped to level one. 

But he had killed it. He had killed the only person that brought life to him, someone that made him feel human and sane. A being that made him feel loved and he had killed her.

He wasn't going to forgive himself.

   Going back in time, on an early July where he had met her… that was all he could do to at least

feel her and not feel guilty.

CHAPTER ONE

  Annie

The night was cool and the stars hung brightly in the night sky. The street wasn't that busy, probably because it was getting late. Just a stone throw away was a bar.

The bar where I work.

  It wasn't too fancy but it was lively and working there made me satisfied. I changed my clothes and took my phone from the counter ready to go home, my shift was over. I would have waited for my best friend, Cammie, but she wanted to go on a date with her boyfriend. That's what she calls him but we both know she doesn't like him… he wasn't her type.

 I headed home after saying my goodbyes to the other workers, contemplating if I should follow the long road or the short and safest one.

“The long one”, I muttered moving to the direction of the longer route. It was dark and assumed to be haunted when I was little, back then life was good. I had played here with my older brother and Cammie until we had moved to Spain.

My family wasn't poor, we were rich enough to travel to different countries every year, but we weren't too happy and close to each other.

  Thinking of all these made me smile a little until I realised my rent would soon expire. My work as a bar attendant didn't pay so well that I had to do two different jobs to meet up with rent. It was tiring but I was well content with it. It was better than staying in that horrible home that I called ‘family’. Sometimes I wished that I had obeyed my mother and married the man she had told me to even though it was for business purposes, but I didn't want that drama. My life was already in a mess and marrying someone I didn't know was the worst.

  I sighed trying to take my mind off the thought of my family when I had a loud bang. My adrenaline wanted me to take to my heels but I stood at a place not moving.

“What was that?” I asked myself but sighed at the rhetorical question.

Part of me wanted to check it out while the other part wanted to turn around and follow the shorter route home.

  I walked quietly towards the noise and hid when I saw two people, one kneeling and the other standing.

“The Carlo's would be happy to hear of your death”, the one standing said. “Please, don't kill me! I beg you, please”. The other one begged, shaking as though he were cold.

“Taking information from the Xavians?” The man scoffed and continued. “Pathetic. And thinking we won't find you and kill you. You must take us for fools, do you?”

“N…no… no, I don't!” He shrieked as the one standing punched him. I gasped and I could sense that he turned. Stupid me!

  I wanted to run, but this was getting fun, just like those dark romance, mafia, mercenary books I read. Seeing it in real life was fascinating and yet frightening. Suddenly, he shot him and the man fell flat on his back. That's when I knew I needed to run for my life, but quietly. Trying to move slowly I kicked an empty can.

“Who's there?” The man asked and I said nothing. I ran out quickly putting all the strength and effort I had until I reached the junction leading to the long route.

  I sighed trying to catch my breath. I didn't know I could run this fast. “ Fuck you, Annie”, I cursed still breathing heavily.

“Hello, love”. Someone said and before I could look up, I was knocked out.

***

Dylan

  I sat in my office looking at some files. I took out a cigarette and lit it putting it in between my lips. I thought of what to do with the girl who I had found out to be Annie Gregory the only daughter of Mr Connor Gregory. She wasn't that pretty but her eyes were a beautiful brown doe eyes.

“Fuck” I muttered throwing the cigar on the floor and stepping on it.

 She had seen something she wasn't meant to see and it was either I killed her or kept her. I smiled a little, she was the kind of a girl I liked. Not too pretty, living a quiet life and not broken. I liked those kind of girls because I loved breaking them.

Toy?

I thought. If she was going to be my toy that would be more fascinating. She was going to wake up soon and I had to be there to tell her she was my prisoner… my woman. I grinned.

This was going to be fun.

***

Annie

  I opened my eyes and shut them immediately it hit the light. I opened them again, my body was sore and my head hurt badly. Then I remembered. The long route, the two men , me running and someone knocking me out. I looked around suddenly realising that this wasn't my room. “I need to go home”, I muttered and stood to run away when an unfamiliar voice spoke.

“If I were you I would sit on the bed like a good girl”. I turned sharply to see a god standing before me. He was tall and had a chiselled jaw, his eyes were the darkest colour she had ever seen and his lips were thin lips . His beards were cleanly cut and his hairstyle moderate. He looked like a CEO until it dawned on me that he was the one that had killed the other man. I sat quietly and he grinned.

“That's my love”, he said and I rolled my eyes, he wasn't going to have his way with me with his sexy voice.

“I'm not really interested in you, I just want to go home”, I said standing again. He looked amuse for a while then his face became ice cold.

“Home? You no longer have a home, Annie”, he said and I was surprised that he knew my name. Was he stalking me?

“How…”

“You saw something you shouldn't have seen, my love and I just wanted to end you at the spot then I thought, what beauty the lord has made!” He said and smirked.

“What do you want?” I asked, getting scared all of a sudden, I mean who wouldn't be?

“ I don't want anything from you, my little Robin, you just have to stay inside my estate, is that hard to do?” He asked and I looked around, the place was nice and extravagant, but he wasn't going to have his way.

“If you don't let me go, I'll have to run away myself”, I said and he chuckled. “You? Run away? Then I must be an amateur”, he said it with his gaze as if he wanted to kill everyone and anything in the room though it was just the two of us. I pouted my lips a little, the room was getting tinier and more suffocating by the second. What the fuck was happening to me?

“I'd call the police!”

“Then I'd kill you”, he said and I shivered. This was real, it wasn't a dream. He laughed lightly, making me look up at him.

“You still don't know who I am? You must be from the past then”, he said tossing me a newspaper.

 The news headline read ‘ THREE FOUND DEAD IN THE LIBRARY’

I roll my eyes. What did this have to do with me running away then I realised that he was going to kill me. I felt a chill and shivered. I turned the paper and it read. ‘DYLAN XAVIER SUSPECTED FOR MONEY LAUNDERING’

‘ A CARGO OF ARMS STOLEN. XAVIER A LINE OF SUSPECT’

  I knew all about Dylan Xavier, he was a threat to the country and yet he could walk freely and not be arrested. He was a mercenary… a threat to humanity and then I remembered the question this man before me had asked.

  He was the threat! He was Dylan Xavier. I had unknowingly walked into hell.

Tears started flowing from my eyes, he looked at me as if I was nothing. “So you know who I am”, he said, his voice husky and calming me down a little.

“My advice for you my kitten is to stay put, try and run away and your life would be so miserable you'd wish to die… but you wouldn't die”, he grinned and came towards me. He bent down and touched my chin, I shivered, his hands were cold.

“Welcome home, my toy”.

CHAPTER TWO

Annie

    A week had passed and I had been locked in a room which I guess was my room. The weather seemed rather temperate and I liked it just fine. Having been detached from the outside world, I used my time to clean and reclean the room which was boring.

  I checked the time, it was almost time for dinner, my food was always served in my room by a servant I knew to be Sophia who lived in this estate. Suddenly, the door clicked open and I was brought back to reality. Sophia stood there with no tray of food in her hand.

“Is anything wrong?” I asked and she smiled a little. “Dylan is back”, she said and I rolled my eyes. Who cared if that bitch was back or not, I just wanted to eat.

“So…” I said and she smiled even more.

“He wants to have dinner with you”

“No”, I said quickly without processing it.

“No?” She asked quite taken aback by my response. “Yes. I don't want to eat with him, tell him that I would rather go hungry”, I said as my stomach growled giving me out. Sonia cocked her brows and moved her head to the side probably to have a better view of me and my ‘stupidity’. 

“Tell him I can't eat with him”, I repeated not giving in to hunger.

    She nodded her head slowly and walked out clicking the door shut. I slapped my cheeks trying to process what I had just done. I remembered he had called me his toy and wondered what punishment I would get for defying his orders or he could be like those ruthless but sweet lords and drag me to have dinner with him.

I waited.

    I looked at the time, it was already past twelve and wondered what was taking him so long. Maybe he just didn't care or had better things to do, after all, he was Dylan Xavier, the most feared mercenary and Lord in this dark world and America.

I shut my eyes to sleep but then the door cracked open slowly. I looked at the door to see him, the one I was waiting for come in and shut the door. I felt fear creep into my soul as the hairs on my body stood.

“You… you came back. How're…”. I didn't know what to say so I just shut my mouth. He was holding a gun. His face wore an expressionless mask and that made me more than scared, he was a psycho.

“ How's my toy doing?” He asked as though he meant it.

“I'm good”, I said hating the fact that he called me his toy.

    Dylan walked to the bed and held my chin kissing me slowly. I succumbed to this pleasure, his lips were tempting but had this metallic taste.

Blood.

  I wanted to push him away,but he just stood there kissing me, he had but my lips making it bleed and it hurt. He finally left me and I held my lips to stop the bleeding.

“Monster”, I muttered and he smiled.

“You didn't come to welcome your master, flower. I was waiting for you but you didn't come”, he said looking at his nails smirking. “You fucking locked me up!” I said defending myself though knowing even if he didn't I would never come to see him. 

“Oh Annie, but I invited you for dinner and you declined”. I watched him closely waiting for the moment he would pull the gun and shoot me, but he didn't, instead he placed it on the table and removed his jacket. “I rather starve”, I hissed hating how domineering he was. 

   His once expressionless face was replaced by a mask so serious and dangerous. One that carried a certain aura that instilled fear in anybody… in me.

He pressed a certain button and chains appeared from the ceiling. He smiled.

“When I tell you something, little milkweed, you do it!” He growled.

I nodded shutting my eyes. I knew I was going to die. 

I'm sorry Jesus for not going to church.

“Strip”. I heard him say and I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“I said fucking strip!” He growled and I nodded unbuttoning my shirt. I threw it at a corner and removed my bra. I stood there and he looked at me as if I was a dumb ass and naive kid.

“I said strip”, he said calmly and that made me more afraid as I quickly pulled down my jeans and panties.

I was totally naked. 

    When I was younger, I read so many dark romance books and thought what if this was me? What if I was the protagonist in this book and I loved it… I had wanted to feel it. But here I was shivering with fear, now I understood what those girls felt at first,  just that I would eventually die and not find love.

I watched him look at my body not saying anything and I suddenly got irritated.

He doesn't like what he's seeing?

“I know, I'm not sexy, I'm just a plain white girl and thank you, I like it like that”, I said and this time he smiled. 

“I like you, toy, savage”, he said and took a chain and chained my hands, I struggled but he was stronger.

They were always stronger. 

“I just want to go home”, I muttered and he laughed. “Home? Baby girl if you leave this estate you become a criminal”, he said and I didn't quite understand. I didn't care enough to understand what he had said. 

“You didn't come to have dinner with me and I felt bad and prepared a little something for you”, he said and took the gun from the table and shot my arm. I screamed trying to hold my arm but I was chained.

Screw him. 

   “I fucking hate you!” I screamed and he smiled. “You don't, my love”. He said it like he meant it.

“I have certain rules, beautiful and wish and pray you obey them”

“Tell me”, I said through my clenched teeth. 

“You don't do anything I wouldn't do or I would do or else I'll break you to the extent you wish for death. But like in the book of revelations, you wouldn't find death. I don't plan on killing you… you're my toy”, he said wanting to leave.

“I don't understand, what do you mean by something you wouldn't do and would do…”

“Just don't do anything stupid, milkweed. Sonia would treat your injuries by exactly 5:00am before then, you stay this way, I like it”. I looked at this man, he was insane but looking at his eyes,I knew he had a dark past that even he was scared to remember. 

“I'll be traveling today to South Africa for business, be back in two days and I'll give you the freedom you want. You can move about the house. You're a secret no one should know of ”,he said and left with his gun in his hand.

“Fuck you!” I said though not to his hearing. I was hopeless.

My situation was damned helpless. 

Dylan 

   I sat on my bed staring at the picture in my hand. She was beautiful. Was? Yes. I had loved her and killed her. She was part of my nightmares and the only thing that kept me sane was her daughter. Our daughter.

My phone beeped. “Hello”, I said roughly but the voice I heard made me calm.

“Do you have to be such an ass daddy? I just called to check on you”

“I'm good quite busy though. Focus on your studies and work, I have some business to attend to”, I said and hung up before she could say anything. I was being hard on her and I knew it. 

I made a few phone calls before going to the bathroom to prepare for my travel to South Africa. 

It was going to be a long day.

Annie 

   It's been two days and I hadn't seen Dylan Xavier. Though he had informed me of his travel, I still felt weird but didn't know why. The night was beautiful and it was the perfect night to escape just that I couldn't, not that I cared about whatever he had said, it was just that there was no way out. All entrances and exits were guarded by men who wouldn't even bat eyes at a naked woman. 

   I walked round the house feeling useless as I heard some people taking, I decided to go have a look. I stood at a corner and peeked. Dylan was back!

He was with someone who looked a little like him, they were related but didn't act like they were.

“Thank God for sex if not I wouldn't have had the chance to kill the lady Verona”, the other one said his eyes glistening with wickedness as he spoke.

“Lady Verona had to be killed but sex? That's not Xavian like “, he said and I knew he meant it. He looked so disappointed rather than pleased. “Xavian like you say, I don't really care how I happened to do it, brother, what I care about is that I did it”, he said and Dylan said nothing.

   He suddenly looked my way and I hid. I hoped he didn't see me, I ran quickly to my room and shut the door. These people were deadly and always surprised me in one way or the other. I thought of the so called lady Verona, she must have died in pleasure while having sex with that so called Xavian. I hissed, “what an ass”

“Who's an ass, sweetheart”. Someone said and I looked quickly towards the sound to see Dylan standing there. He always mesmerized me with his beauty that I forgot for a second that he had asked a question.

“Me. I'm an ass”, I said and he chuckled. “That wasn't a question, toy”. He came towards me and pulled me in for a hug. “I've missed you so much, lover”, he said and took me by the hand. I followed him out of the room nervously as we went downstairs. He pushed a door opened and I was surprised, I hadn't seen this place in this house, we entered and I knew why I hadn't seen it.

     There were all kinds of weapons for torture and slow death. Chains, knives, scissors, a shocker, axes… they were many and only a single chair and table stood in the middle.

“I came home with a guest and saw you doing exactly the same thing that landed you here, in my humble home”, he said letting me go and shutting the door.

He had seen me.

 “I'm sorry…”

“I would never apologize, toy. Don't dare me!” He growled and I nodded. “I would never nod like a scared cat”. I said nothing so as not to enrage him.

“And I fucking would not be quiet and let someone intimidate me!” He screamed and I whimpered.

“I want to go home”. I knew that made it worse and couldn't look him in the face. Whatever it is, I would still die anyway, but I remembered him saying he didn't plan to kill me.

I was worried.

“Stand there”, he said and pointed to where an archery board stood on the wall. I moved and stood at the centre shutting my eyes and waiting for my last.

I heard a shot and it almost hit my ear. I gulped shaking with fear.

   I heard him pull the trigger and shoot again, it hit just a cm above my head. I could feel and taste my own tears.

“I don't want to kill you beautiful, you don't have to cry”.  He said it like he cared. My eyes were still shut and I felt a soft lips on mine. I wanted to push him away ,but no one could resist such temptation.

Then he left without a word.

   I sat on the ground weeping. I thought I was going to die but he didn't want to kill me, then what in the world did he want from me? 

Hopeless. 

CHAPTER THREE

Annie 

We sat quietly eating.

    I picked at my peas with my fork biting my lips and hating the silence though it was better to be quiet than to face another moment of torture from this man that says he now owns me. I could feel his eyes piercing my forehead which of course made me uncomfortable.

I looked up at him and back at my plate. “You eat quite slow, Annie”. I was quite taken aback by the way he had called my name.

Annie?

  This wasn't like him. He usually called me flower, love , milkweed or any other thing that was not my name. And yes!

Toy.

“I don't just like peas but I'm certainly grateful for the dinner. It was… lavish”, I said putting on a fake smile. The food was indeed lavish for a prisoner but I couldn't just stomach it. “Then I should stop adding them to the dish. I like them”, he said, taking a sip of his wine. 

“No! If you love them then you should eat them”

“But my toy doesn't want them. It's quite inappropriate that I should take what my milkweed doesn't want, don't you think?” He said grinning. I said nothing and gulped down a cup of water.

Perfect.

    The room became so quiet once more and more awkward than ever. Should I have answered his questions? Was he going to kill me now? I didn't think he was because he didn't look like someone that was going to end my life anytime soon. I was about to call it a night when he whispered. “Humour me”

“What?” I asked and he looked at my eyes. His eyes were enchanting, that dark colour that screamed domineering. “I said humour me , my love”, he said again and I saw a spark in his eyes that died so quickly as it came.

“ I … I don't know what you mean”. I honestly didn't know, he shut his eyes and opened them letting out a groan. “Oh wildflower, humour me”, he said, now visibly upset. But I just didn't know how to humour him, so I thought I should tell him my mind, that I didn't want to be here and I would promise to keep my mouth shut since he looked calm and happy today.

“I don't know what to do, I … I just want to go home”, I said without looking at him. 

   There was no noise and everywhere was getting too awkward so as I looked up at him, something hit my arm making me scream. I hadn't seen it on time, this man was too fast for a normal person. He had thrown a knife at my arm and it stuck there. I wanted to pull it out but he chuckled. “Oh darling, pull it out and you'll lose too much blood you might be rushed to the hospital and or maybe, lose an arm”, he said laughing.

“Now Annie, you humour me”

Annie.

    I gritted my teeth so as not to shout while waiting for Sophia to help me out. Dylan stood and came to me. He held my arm and smiled mischievously. 

“My daughter will be back from Paris tomorrow, you should prepare”, he said and walked away leaving me to my thoughts. So, Dylan Xavier had a daughter no one knew of and he openly told me that meant I was not going home, that I was part of his life now. I sighed wondering what his daughter was like.

“Sophia”, I called and she came out of nowhere and gasped at the sight of the knife in my arm. “I'll treat you now”, she said and disappeared.

    I was always frightened at how she moved so quickly for a maid, but then all the maids were like that. They were fast and wore no expression and I thought once that was how he wanted me to be until he almost shot this same arm yesterday and told me to smile more. 

Xavians.

***

Annie 

    I sat watching the maids as they prepared for Dylan's daughter's homecoming. Sophia stood cutting onions and talking with one of the maids. This was like the best place to be, I didn't have to worry about Xavier or any punishment just watch the maids cook and help when needed.

“His daughter is a total ass”. Someone called Agnes said and they laughed. “But she's sweet. I can remember when she used to play with Dylan”, Sophia said and they agreed. I didn't know Dylan played.

“Too bad her mother passed away so tragically though I don't blame master Dylan”. Another one who would later betray the Xavians said as she poured oil into the pan. I wondered how she had passed away and how it wasn't his fault.

“Well whether his daughter's mom died or how she died, I don't know but I'll blame it on him”, I said irritated by how they thought highly of this mercenary.

“You think?” Someone said from behind, making me freak out. I could recognize that voice from anywhere, it was deep yet husky, calm yet domineering.

Dylan Xavier.

   The maids stopped speaking and looked at me with so much pity on their faces, even Sophia bit her lips and looked at me apologetically.

“Leave”, he said calmly as the maids scrambled out. I stood to leave but he pushed me back on the chair. “You said…”

“You blame me, sweetheart?” He asked calmly and I said nothing. 

    I couldn't look him in the face as I pushed him away because he was almost close to me. I could hear his breathing. He looked surprised at first but it wore off immediately. He took out his gun and held it to the side of my head, I shut my eyes praying to God to accept me into his kingdom… I had of course broken the camel's back.

Dylan 

    I should have been angry at her but I wasn't, her face reminded me of someone I loved with everything in me and I was scared that I would hurt her. When she pushed me I groaned quietly, how could someone push you and you feel a spark…ecstasy. I pulled out my gun and pointed it to her brain and smiled as she shit her eyes, probably praying to God. That was what they all did. Prayed to God.

I put my lips on hers feeling the softness of it, shutting my eyes I couldn't stop… I didn't want to.

   I let out a groan and hit her back on the wall, whoever said I liked it soft was lying and should be killed. I held her neck digging my nails into her skin as she moaned, I needed to stop, this wasn't the time to do it and something was burning.

She pushed me a little and murmured about something burning. I let her go, turn off the cooker and I grab her waist.

“My daughter won't be coming home tonight, love”, I said as I kissed her neck, I'd swear I heard her moan and knew… she liked it hard or just liked it.

“I'm starving toy, let's eat”

Annie 

    I liked every bit of it, he tasted like my favourite wine and began to wonder if he had stalked me before abducting me but that wasn't necessary,I had literally walked into my own trap. 

  We sat at a small table and ate rice. I watched his Adam apple move as he swallowed the food, it was hard to resist and how he licked his lips from time to time was the hardest. I wanted to say something as his phone rang.

“Hello”, he said while still eating but suddenly stopped. His normal expression changed to a frown, he hung up and looked at me.

“I have to go now, milkweed, come to bed tonight”, was all he said and left. 

I felt quite annoyed that he left without a kiss but then a mercenary was always a mercenary.

   I sat eating my rice alone and staring at the table wondering how his daughter was like, what had led to her mother's death and how horrible a father Dylan was. He must have chained her just like he had done to me.

Poor mother.

 I didn't really have time to think about this because when I checked the time it was already 8:00pm.

“How possible”, I murmured as I left the kitchen to go shower and meet him.

***

  His room was nice and plain, it didn't have any special colour, just white and black… just like his life. I sat on the bed in my sexiest nightwear as instructed by Sophia. I checked the time, it was 10:00 and I was feeling sleepy but I had to wait for him. I didn't want him to come home and see me sleeping on his bed, that meant another punishment.

12:00am

He wasn't here and I knew he wasn't coming home tonight. I lay on his bed and slept. After all, he wasn't coming home.

CHAPTER FOUR

Annie

   Dylan Xavier wasn't just an ordinary mercenary who had business everywhere. He ran both legal and illegal businesses. Rumour once had it that he had a PhD in medicine and surgery and could cut a life body with his eyes closed. Others said he was a lawyer and had lawyer friends who could get him out of trouble. Whatever it was, he was good and big in it. 

   He was prospering in his legal businesses and the illegal ones were topnotch seeing how everyone knew of him… a crude handsome fox. Dylan was the number one in his business and to crown it all, here I was going through his stuff. Though his room was plain, the amount of files in there wasn't. So many trades, treaties, allegiance and the rest and there were books.

I reached out and took one of them, the books weren't outdated because I knew every single one. ‘His’ by Aubrey Dark,  ‘ Haunting Adeline’ , ‘The Priest’ by Sierra Simone.

“Who knew the great and mighty Dylan Xavier reads these kinds of books” I murmured, wearing a smile.

   Since he didn't come to bed that night, I had stayed there throughout in my night dress. It was almost noon and I hadn't showered. It wasn't that I didn't want to shower but I just felt I should wait for him till he came back to see me like this, all dirty and the rest. I opened a book to read suddenly the door swung open revealing the person I had been waiting for. 

“I understand Miss Dorothea, you can count on me to do the…” he looked up and our eyes locked, I saw a glint of surprise then nothing. “... I'll call you later Miss Dorothea” , he said and hung up.

   I looked away from him and I shrugged. “How're you doing?” He asked which of course surprised me. Who wouldn't it surprise? “I would have been good except you ditched me last night!” I snapped and he showed no emotion … his face was expressionless. I suddenly felt irritated. “I said you left me hanging last night and you're not saying anything?!” I said sighing.

He shrugged.

Only shrugged. 

I wanted to say something but he raised his hands making me stop. “I had better things to do than playing with a toy”, he said and I froze. He had better things doing than to play with a toy… I felt anger rising in me and suddenly didn't care if he was the king of England or if I was going to die.

“You… you bastard! I'm not a toy, don't you ever call me that. My name is Annie!” I screamed and stood up from the bed to prove my point. He grinned and came closer but I didn't notice, I didn't care.

“Toy”, he said. “Fuck you!” 

“Toy”, he said again and I could tell he loved what he was doing to me but I didn't care. “Don't call me that you bastard!”

“My toy”

“Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you sweetheart”,  he said with that voice that made me go to cloud nine, the voice that made me lose concentration and then he kissed me. I moved back slowly and hit my leg on the bed, he pushed me to the bed and ruined my night dress… he smiled.

“Now you see what I meant? You're my toy milkweed”

Dylan 

    I had wanted to come home last night but work had kept me. There was problem between my client and the Dorothea's. The Dorothea's were savage and killed without mercy… They most times murdered the entire family of their target, took their business from them, made them suffer before they brutally unalive them. I wasn't that way though, I just killed them in cold blood though depending on the gravity of their offence. 

  I came home at noon to meet Annie in my room, she was still in her night dress and I knew she hadn't showered. But I couldn't resist her. I watched her breast as it moved with her breathing and thought she looked cute when she was annoyed.

“Fuck you” she said and that's when my attention shifted from her breast to her lips, I was hard. “Toy” I said again and she bit her lips in annoyance. “Don't you call me that you bastard!” She raved and I grinned. I was enjoying this while still trying to hold my urge to pounce on her… she was too delicate for that now, but in the future… .

“My toy”, I said as I approached her. “Fuck you!”

“No, fuck you sweetheart”, I said and shut her from saying anymore than she had already said. I kissed her using my tongue to explore her mouth, she had ice cream for dessert. It was sweet. I pushed her to the bed and tore her night dress then I remembered she hadn't showered and so did I and then I thought of something nice.

“Let's shower love”, I muttered and she seemed embarrassed. I undressed as I watched her trying to walk to the bathroom, I shrugged, picking her up in a bridal style and marching off the bathroom. I put her in the bathtub and switched on the tap, she shivered.

“You don't like it cold?” I asked and she shook her head. I entered the bathtub and kissed her again. She was sweet and made me more alive, I sucked her nipples caressing her back and she let out a moan… that was all I wanted. It was a permission to carry on. I pushed her head back and she winced. I bit her neck to draw blood and sucked at it, she moaned again. My hand went down to her waist and I turned her over. “Fuck!” She said holding the tub. I wanted to put my cock in her but she jerked away. “You don't want me?” I asked as innocently as ever and she shook her head. “I… I just don't want to”, she said and I smiled evilly. 

  I wouldn't do it now, but later she'd beg for it. “Then I'd make you feel good, my little milkweed”. I groaned and put a finger into her and she moaned out loud. “Fuck I love that”, I said huskily and drove it in again.

In. Out. In. Out.

 Then I used two fingers and went faster and deeper until she squirted. “I want you…”

“No you don't, toy”, I said doing it faster. She wanted to touch me but I shoved her hands off and held them with my other hand. I arrested her with my body so she couldn't move and finger fucked her till she cried. “Fuck yo…”

“I'm the one doing that sweetheart”, I said as she cried. “It's painful”

   I turned her over and went down to her putting my tongue into her and she moaned loudly wanting to hold my head but I held her hand sucking at her pussy. “Fuck you're sweet” I groaned shoving my hand in again and she almost screamed.

“Do you want me, love?” I asked and she nodded childishly. I grinned.

“So you're my toy?”

She said nothing but I didn't repeat myself, I put my hand in once more making her cum all the more. “Y…yes. I'm your toy”

“Good girl” 

I put my cock into her mouth forcing it down her throat, she choked and I smiled. “Suck it darling” I commanded and she wanted to hold my waist but I hit her hands away. “You know what, turn!” 

She sobbed looking at me and for a second or two I thought she was a puppy.   “ Fucking turn. For every thing you do without my permission I'll smack your pretty little ass”

“Now fucking turn!” I growled and she turned. I smacked her ass and she bit her lips. 

Sexy

“This is for being dumb”

Smack!

“For being so fucking irresistible”

Smack!

“For waiting on daddy till noon without having a shower”

And then I did something. 

I came out of the shower and walked away. 

CHAPTER FIVE

Annie

   Another day to wonder how I would leave the Xavians estate as a whole and I was soon to realise there was no escape route. Guards stood almost if not everywhere and they never sat to rest that I somewhat wondered if they were even human. I sat wearily on the couch and switched on the TV. Dylan didn't let me but he wasn't around and by his grace, his bodyguards and the maids weren't snitches. I turned on the news trying to get a view of the outside world.

TEN TANKS CARRYING OIL ILLEGALLY SUDDENLY EXPLODES AND THE CAUSE TO THIS IS NOT YET KNOWN.

   One thing came to my mind and that was Dylan Xavier. It looked more like something he would do and honestly he was very much capable of burning down the white house if need be.

MISSING GIRL BY NAME ANNIE GREGORY HAS NOT YET BEEN FOUND. IT WAS SAID TO BE AN ABDUCTION OF SOME SORT BUT HER DISAPPEARANCE IS NOT YET KNOWN.

I shut my eyes and opened them just to see my best friend, Cammie weeping. We had gone through a lot and I could feel her pain even without asking. When I had run away from my parents because I wanted to have a simple life, I came to her place and she accepted me; her and her grandmother, Mrs O’Neil. We were family and now I was missing.

Suddenly I heard footsteps and knew Dylan was back. I quickly switched off the TV and stared into space.

“Hi,Dy…” I wanted to say but let my voice trail when I saw him walk in with a woman.

    She was beautiful and looked more like a model, she had a mole on her upper lip that brought out her beauty even more and then her figure… It was sexy. Dylan looked at me and clicked his tongue. I wanted to curse but chose not to because my body couldn't handle another punishment now so I just shut my mouth.

“Who's she?” The lady asked and I eyed her biting my lips in irritation. I wondered what he was going to say, that I was poking my nose where I wasn't meant to and he abducted me and I'm now his so-called toy. That was a good and honest explanation but he didn't say that, he just touched her lips and smeared her makeup.

“Is she a maid?” The lady asked again, eager to know , he shrugged and whispered to her ear but loud enough for me to hear. “ Let's leave feeble matters for feeble people, should we?”

   I had the urge to stab him in the chest and run away but I didn't.

I couldn't.

The young lady smiled and kissed his cheek, she was the one who looked as red as a ripe cherry, but he was just standing staring at her and I saw something malicious cross his eyes but was gone in a twinkle of an eye and was replaced by pretence.

“Let's go into the room, woman”, he said and I was strangely relieved he didn't call her milkweed or love or even toy!

Strange.

    The lady went into the room escorted by some guards and he stood watching me. Who knew how beautifully designed and interesting these tiles were. He came to me and I shut my eyes expecting a kiss but I got nothing so I opened my eyes to meet his gaze. “Be good” was all he said and left for his so-called woman.

Mother fucker.

***

   It was dark and neither Dylan nor the woman had come out and I guessed they were so engrossed in their ecstasy and forgot that it was already late. I stood dusting invisible dirt from my dress to go help in making dinner when Dylan came out. He was fully dressed in his suit and was looking irresistible.

“Beautiful”, he called and I looked at him blushing a little, then I realised I was supposed to be angry with him. I made to walk away but he pinned me to the wall even before my adrenaline could make a move. His skin was a little bit sweaty and I found that strangely appealing.

Resist him you dimwit!

I cursed myself still finding his easy breathing brushing my skin sexy. “I want to go make dinner”, I said expecting him to stab me or shoot me like he did the last time but he just grinned.

A boyish grin.

“Hmm, really?” He asked too playfully for my liking but I did not laugh instead I pinched his neck and felt electric current flow over my body.

“You fuck with another woman and then want to kiss me? You're so unholy!” I snapped and he rolled his eyes.

   I wanted to look him in the face and tell him that whatever he did I would never fall for it, but I couldn't because I knew I would regret those words, maybe not now but in the future.

“You have guts that's why you're still breathing milkweed”

“Huh?” I looked at him, meeting his eyes and looked down at my shoes.

“You're weak, I could break your waist right now”, he said, holding my waist. I could feel his large hands on my waist and felt too fragile and safe in his arms.

“I'd make sure I'd break you to the extent that killing becomes a mere play to you, love. That's why I don't plan on letting you go”, he said and I bit my lips trying to draw blood but I couldn't.

“Run along, milkweed, go make dinner and come to daddy”, he said huskily and I ran my legs all wobbly and shaky.

Come to daddy.

    I joined the maids working and then I noticed that there was something unusual about his suit. It was bloody.

I gasped, my eyes wide in horror. He had murdered the young lady!

Dylan

    That woman irritated me more than ever, Lady Madison. She was another slut in the mercenary field and needed to be dealt with. She had tampered with the oil my ally was transporting causing serious damage not just to us but to the people living in that area so she needed to be taught some lessons. Being an enemy to my ally was the same as being my enemy and anyone working in this field knew what that meant.

I didn't climb up to the top ladder for nothing!

   She was stupid and non tactical to start with to think that I, Dylan Xavier would love to share a bed with her. I laughed at the thought of it. She wasn't my type of woman. I looked at the books I bought, they were still lying there. I had bought them because I didn't want Annie to be bored. After doing a background check of her, I found out that she spent her free time in the library reading these kinds of books so I bought it.

“I can't give them to her directly though” I muttered picking one of them or maybe she didn't like them. The thought of it made me frown. Why wouldn't she like it? I picked out the best and even threatened a little kid to give me the one she was holding when it had finished in the bookshop.

“I guess I should drop them in her room”, I said undressing. After the mess I made in my room it needed some cleaning up and first things first, the body needed to be removed and the sheets changed. I entered the bathroom and turned on the shower. This night was going to be a long night and I needed to have dinner with ‘milkweed’.

My toy.

  I smiled mischievously at the thought of her body as I left the shower cleaning my hair. My phone rang and I picked it up.

“Hello”

“It's the Winter's, their arms were destroyed by Madeline's people”. The person said and I frowned. I had to work tonight.

“Wipe out the entire crime family and leave no trace behind. They want war…”

“But don't do it now though, let's wait till after two weeks and a day”, I said and hung up before the person said anything.

“Fuck this!” I cursed, throwing a simple shirt on and going down to my basement where it's quiet to work.

Annie would be annoyed.

CHAPTER SIX

Annie 

   Two weeks had passed and my stay here seemed inevitable. My life had normalized here and so had my dreams. The first few weeks I came here, my dreams were mostly at my place or in Spain,but then it changed. The first time Dylan Xavier kissed me was the first time I started dreaming about me in his estate and he doing dirty things to me. Thinking back at the shower I wanted more of it, the way he aggressively pushed me and ate me up made me excited all of a sudden. He had used his long hard fingers and fucked me, I bit my lips and shut my legs tight closing my eyes and thinking of all the wonderful things he could do to me. I put my fingers into my pussy and pushed it in slowly then aggressively like he had done. I looked at the table and saw a big screw driver and smiled. Using the handle I shoved it down my pussy and suddenly felt good though not better. 

   I thought of him as he sucked my pussy and licked the life out of it as I shoved the screwdriver deeper. In and out. This time, he was sucking my nipple as if they were his and I let out a moan. Dylan Xavier was sexy yet aggressive and I suddenly wanted him. Then… I thought of when he stood and left me in my own ecstasy and felt enraged yet horny as hell. I moaned again. This was getting fun until the door opened and revealed the man I was thinking of. He didn't look shaken but amused. I scrambled to a corner using the bedsheets to cover myself. My face was red with embarrassment yet I wanted him to do what he did.

Annie you're a ridiculous idiot!

I cursed myself shutting my eyes but he grinned.

He was amused.

“You're learning my little milkweed”, he said walking towards me only to nudge the bridge of my nose. “Well, not today. You should learn to shut the door, my love”. I looked down at my palms redrawing and retracing the lines on it. They were three; one on its own while the other two had a sort of confluence.

“I have news for you”. I looked up at him, he looked serious and there was a hint of protectiveness. But it was just a hint. 

“There would be a blackout tonight and maybe a shoot out. This is very rare especially in my estate, but the Madeline's have proven to be stubborn…” he talked about mercenary politics that I had no use to pay attention to. What was in my mind was that there was going to be a blackout!

That meant escape.

    Dylan Xavier was sexy as hell, rich as a king but I didn't want him… I wanted my normal life back. The life where Cammie and I were in it. The life where my colleagues at work were in it… a vaguely satisfied life.

“But what should I do?” I asked innocently but he just shrugged. Right. He doesn't give a fuck about me. “You'll stay put in the house, they would all be dead before they would reach the house, my love”. I didn't care what he said but the word “my love” gave me goosebumps but I shrugged it off. 

I shouldn't care.

Dylan 

   She looked so fucking good as she moaned that I felt it, my dick would not have resisted it if I didn't have experience with women. I watched her for a while before making my appearance known to her. Watching her cower felt good, but I had other things to do especially when the Madeline's had declared war on us.

  I gave her the piece of information and told her she was going to be safe as long as she stayed indoors but I felt, no, I knew she was going to run away. I scoffed at her childish thinking, to think she could run away and go away with it. Even if she ran to heaven and asked the angels for help, I would still find her because she was my toy! Mine alone.

   My phone beeps and I pick the call and the voice was the only voice that made me happy at least for a long time. Amelia.

“Hey daddy!” She screeched and I winced at her loud voice. “Hello, sweet little thing”, I teased and I could see how she must have rolled her eyes and bit her lips and said… “Daddy! I'm not little anymore” she said and I laughed calmly.

“Why did you call? Or were you missing your dad? You know if you chose that I would send assassins to kill and would be so worried, then annoyed…”

“I know and you'd kill me and fall into depression”, she said and I smiled.

“I'll come home soon”

Hopefully that shouldn't be long…

***

Annie 

  The loud noise was a warning and I  knew it. Who wouldn't. When you hear a gunshot at a mercenary’s home you don't need anybody to tell you to stay down.

But I didn't stay down. 

This was my chance to leave the estate and go back to my normal life. I would gather enough money and go downtown until I was stable enough to leave the country. He wouldn't find me if did just that.

“Annie, I want you to stay here. If anyone comes to attack you, fucking shoot them”, Dylan said bringing me back to life.

“Shoot them?” I asked, looking at him as if I didn't understand what he just said, he shrugged. “Or you leave them to kill you”

I hate you! 

   He didn't say any other thing and walked out leaving me to my darkness. I stayed still for a while still deciding if this was a good idea. But the angelic part of me wanted to run away from this devil and that meant I should.

You'd regret it…

My demon said and I shrugged, I wouldn't regret a thing. I held the gun and ran out of the room. No one was around, they probably were fighting and this was my only chance to prove to that bas- to prove to Dylan that I was smarter than him in every way.

   I ran out through the back which was safest and to my advantage. This was the first time I stepped out of his place, but everywhere looked normal like I had never been locked up for weeks.

“Which way should I go?” I murmured to myself choosing immediately to go right, there was no time to waste. I felt something or someone approaching and I ran.

Don't think Annie, just act!

I kept repeating to myself and suddenly stumbled on something. “Fuck”. This was no time for cursing so I stood to keep moving when I felt a sharp pain on my arm. I winced, it was probably a stray bullet. Holding my arm I continued running till I saw a clear road 

I was safe!

***

 Home.

I sat on the couch breathing fast as all the pain came back to me with full force. My arm hurt and I couldn't pull the bullet out but I had to try. Taking out my first aid kit, I began to treat myself; pulling out the bullet, applying methylated spirit on it and of course wincing and cursing. 

“I should be grateful that I'm home and free from that beast”, I muttered lying on the couch after I had put a bandage on it. I wondered how Dylan was faring, there was no need asking who would win the battle, it was obviously him, but…

“Get yourself together, Annie”. I scolded myself but I still wondered if he would look for me or wouldn't care.

   I needed sleep, tomorrow I would call Cammie and tell her what had happened these past weeks and that I needed to run far away from here.

I was home and that meant something to me.

   I am sitting on the couch talking with a girl that looks like Dylan and suddenly Dylan starts to bicker , his judgement clouded by something I can't comprehend. I join in the bicker and he pulls out a gun and shoots me… it's raining…

I forced my eyes opened  breathing heavily. It was just a bad dream. Dylan wouldn't kill me, he promised or maybe I was just overthinking the whole issue of running away. I shut my eyes and opened them, I needed a drink.

“He won't possibly kill me, would he?” I asked no one in particular as I stood to go to the kitchen. The light was dim but I could try and see, I took drink from the fridge and smiled, it was untouched. Downing the drink, I went back to the couch and lay down. Tomorrow was going to be a long day.

5:00am 

   I opened my eyes and stared at the clock, I wondered why it became so noisy. Maybe I needed some air. I showered and decided to go for a short walk.

 I wore a smile looking at the quiet street, I looked at the weather, it was getting cloudy and I needed to go home before the it started raining. I hastened my steps almost reaching home when I saw the police.

What were they doing at my place?

Then I remembered what Dylan had said and knew I had fucked up big time.

My demon was right, I shouldn't have left.

Fuck!

  CHAPTER SEVEN

WARNING!!

EXPLICIT SCENES AND WORDS THAT MIGHT BE OFFENSIVE TO READERS!

IF YOU CAN'T TAKE IT THEN I ADVISE YOU TO SKIP.

Annie 

    They always told me I was like a wild flower and one time in my life, they called me a monster. That word had had an effect in my life and that was when I decided not to live by anyone's standard or rules. I had left home to find a life away from those people who called themselves my blood, I had found satisfaction in the lowly life I was living and the fact that no one came to look for me made it clearer that I was on my own. I found joy in the littlest of things and had given life a chance until I met him.

The real monster who took away everything I ever cherished and locked me up like I was some Rapunzel just without the long hair and the delusional thoughts that she had a perfect life. But maybe I was being delusional to think that I could run away from Dylan Xavier.

  I started to panic as fear took the better and calmest part of me. I didn't know what to do, whether to go to the police or run away. Running seemed like a good idea but my legs couldn't move, it stayed glued to the ground. Suddenly, a black car packed in front of me, it wasn't too fancy and couldn't grab attention. I peered into the tinted glass hoping I'd see someone who would help me.

The window was wined down and God knows I've never been so happy to see Dylan. He opened the back door and I climbed in slamming the door shut. I looked at my trimmed nails not knowing what to say to him because I felt too guilty to.

“I told you never to mess with me, milkweed”, he said suddenly, his voice sounding dead serious but calm as usual.

I smiled a little, at least I was still his little milkweed. 

“I'm..I…” I let my voice trail remembering he hated the word ‘sorry’. I said nothing still looking down at my nails. “I fucking told you to stay put, angel and you go off like that you had me worried”. For a moment I wanted to believe what he had just said but realized this was how he spoke.

Like he cared.

“Now you're a wanted criminal baby girl”

I shut my eyes trying to understand what he had just said and then I remembered what he had told me when I told him I would run away.

“You're a monster!” I said using the exact words someone had told me long ago.

“How can I be a wanted criminal, I did nothing!” I said suddenly switching into panic mode. “A politician's son was murdered at your place. The camera. You entered the building and the so-called son had run away from home and was staying at your place…”. He turned to look at me, but I was too focused on my nails to notice it. “Your fingerprint was on the gun”, he continued, now focused on the road.

   When I came home, no one was there, I was all alone but somehow I had killed someone?

Ridiculous.

But as ridiculous as it sounded, it was all over the news, the radio and social media. Fuck Twitter, they knew how to make everything worse. I dropped the phone Dylan had given me to see for myself and suddenly thought what difference it made. I was living with a criminal already so it wasn't surprising that I would be tagged as one.

“Well baby , welcome to my world. Seems like I'm not the only monster there is”, he smirked and I so wanted to wipe that filthy smirk off his sexy lips. 

   We didn't speak till we got home and into his mansion. The place was cleaner than usual as if nothing had happened last night. I was tempted to ask but it seemed like he had read my mind. “It was a success”

“Huh?”

“I wiped them all and claimed their possessions since they don't have immediate family to do that. I called off their alliances since I don't need them…” he said rambling on about mercenary politics once more and I could care less, I was tired and wanted some rest.

“Sophia would get you brunch , you need some rest too”, he said and for a second I thought he was the sweetest soul there is until I remembered that stupid smirk he wore a few minutes ago.

   I walked up to him and did the most stupid thing and if I was beheaded and fed to pigs, I wouldn't mind. I kissed off that filthy smirk. I half expected him to push me away and punish me, but instead he kissed me back. I tugged at his tie wondering why he was always so formal like Elijah Mikaelson . He loosened his tie as he pushed me to the wall, I caressed his neck wanting to unbutton his shirt when he whispered into my ear.

“You're fucking irresistible, blueberry, but I have work to do”, he said and that's when I realized he was pointing a gun at my neck. I shuddered letting him be.

  Dylan kissed my hair and told me to rest as if I were a child. I cursed at him silently watching him turn his back on me and go into his study. I felt anger rise in me and I knew I was going to do something stupid.

I looked at the time.

11:30 am

There was time.

Dylan 

   Women were the least things that mattered to me and I could be having a good fuck while working because I hardly felt anything for them. But she was different, every part of her body felt like heaven and I hardly concentrated after seeing her naked body throughout the day. Bringing her back and keeping her alive surprised me to a fault because that woman would have been a cold purple bloated body by now, but there she was, alive and well. 

And I was relieved.

   I knew she would blame me for the politician's son and for making her a wanted criminal, but I wasn't the one. There were eyes and ears everywhere around me and I was going to find that moron no matter what. I made some calls then relaxed on the chair once more distracted by the thought of Annie, her tender body and small waist that I felt could break if I pressed it too much. That woman was filling my head, making me feel so unreasonable.

I threw the figurine on my desk down and I stared at the shattered pieces and laughed.

I was insane! 

***

Annie 

   The weather was cool as I wore my nightdress and wore that cologne that smelled of wood and oranges. I noticed Dylan seemed to like it though he hadn't said so. I didn't know what I was doing, but I wanted to show him that I was not the type he could trifle with. 

“Annie this is absurd” I murmured to myself waiting to hear what my demon and angel had to say about this.

This is ridiculous Annie, can't you reason for once in your life!

My angel said, making me roll my eyes.

You should go… you won't regret it!

My demon urged on and I thought, since my stupid angel made me a wanted criminal I might just as well listen to my demon this time around. I sighed as I marched to the dining table to have dinner with him.

    I sat opposite him and I could sense his gaze at my chest, boring holes into them. If this was how seduction was, then I guess I might be doing a good job. “How was work?” I asked first as I ate, he looked surprised for a second then his normal dark expression returned. “It was good”, he said, eating calmly. I noticed there were no peas after that day I told him I hated it even on his plates and when the cook bought a bag of canned peas, he had her throw it all out. “Well, my day was boring… Can I sit beside you?” I asked in my sweetest voice and he seemed rather confused but nodded still eating ‘calmly’. I took my plate and sat beside him smiling widely.

   We were quiet for a while and I knew it was my time to make a move. I put my legs on him and I heard a soft groan escape his lips, but he was still eating.

Calmly.

I slid my hands into his pants rubbing his balls, but he was calm. I shut my eyes and kissed him. He tasted like heaven and I almost lost control when I remembered my goal… turn the fucker on and leave him just like he did to me. 

I go down the table unbuckling his belt and throwing it somewhere on the floor, I rubbed his slit and put his dick in my mouth and he groaned.

I smiled. It was working.

   “Fuck” I heard him say as he pushed my head to go quickly. Then I knew it was time to leave. I stood suddenly and made to leave, but he muttered something I didn't quite understand. The dinning room door shut! All my senses came alive and I knew instantly that I had fucking messed with the wrong guy. 

“Come”, he said and I shivered. We couldn't possibly do it in the dinning room or at least we should finish our meal. I walked timidly to him and he motioned for me to kneel down. “Suck it till I cum, I fucking give you thirty goddamned minutes!” He growled.

I fucking hate myself.

   I put his dick into my mouth and sucked the life out it… or out of me because for twenty five minutes, he was still eating calmly, not even a moan out from his lips.

Fuck you!

I gasped for air and continued doing what I could do best, but he didn't even stir.

Thirty five minutes gone.

“My turn”, he muttered picking me up like a light paper and throwing me on the table, plates fell to the ground and shattered. He tore my gown opened my legs wide and immediately he put his tongue in me, I moaned. 

“Asshole” I cursed but he kept sucking me till I cummed. “You're a bad girl”, he said turning me over as my hand pushed down a hot bowl of soup. Shit. It hurt but strangely, it felt so good… so damn hot. He put his finger inside me and I moaned wanting more. He grinned taking of his shirt and gagging my mouth. “Moan again and I rip your fucking pussy off” he said. I gulped.

   He put two fingers, moving it slowly in and then fast, I was shaking because no one wanted her pussy ripped off. Then he put three, then four, then he put five fingers in going in and out of me like I was some highschool hallway. And then he fist fucked me. I bit into the clothe shaking and loving it all together. I hold his head and suddenly knew the mistake I had done. He took my clothing and tied my hands telling me not to fudging move. 

   I watched him breathing heavily take an alcohol bottle and put the cap into me pushing it down and I held my breath wishing to die and also wishing he didn't stop. “ Now baby, close your eyes, this might be painful”, he said and I shut my eyes. I felt a cut at my pussy and I bit the clothing whimpering wondering what the fuck he was doing. I opened my eyes and he was using a broken glass to cut me… fear filled me entirely and I wanted to scream but couldn't. Then he sucked it and a rush of pleasure filled me to the extent that I couldn't hold myself any longer.

I fucking wanted more.

More injury… more ecstasy. He was good at what he did no doubt. Everywhere was silent until he turned me over and took his belt and lashed me for being a bad girl. I whimpered.

“I'm going to fucking rip you, my beautiful toy”, he said spanking me with his hands now and using the belt to rub my pussy. I had cummed and squirted more than five times now and I was feeling dizzy. 

  I watched him untie my hands and remove the clothe from my mouth… I never knew his eyes could be so beautiful and dangerous. He kissed me and I fell asleep.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Annie

   

     A week had passed since I had tried to run away from home and a week since the incident at the dining room. Things had been going too well than I expected, Dylan being overly nice and me craving for something more than a week ago. But he was a busy man, either he was in his study or he was out of town or on a phone call and when he had time for me was at night.

I don't know if I'm going crazy or what but since last week I've always been eagerly waiting for the night when he'd come back and wrap his arms around me and call me… toy.

   I sat on the kitchen stool chopping some onion, I didn't mention the part that I was officially the cook because after that terrible night, he had ordered the maids to move to the next house and let me cook, but I knew he wanted something else which I was not planning on giving him so soon. Sometimes I liked sitting alone, no noise, no sound, no heavy breathing, just me and nothing. It was so serene and it gave me the peace I wanted… the assurance that everything would be fine in the end.

“Angel”. I heard a deep voice making me jerk back to reality. I turned to him, why was his voice so brusque today.

“Yes, daddy”, I said, holding myself from laughing. He looked surprised for half a second and then smirked. He walked swiftly towards me and held my waist, I tried to hide my smile but it was so damn evident. 

“That's what you'd be screaming soon, Angel”, he said softly but I could hear the gruff voice beneath it.

What was wrong with him?

   I turned to him and he kissed my nose making me chuckle. Turning back to my work, I noticed the toasts were gone.

“You snivelling old fox!” I said and he laughed. This time, it wasn't brusque or tired, he actually laughed.

“You should try to be more sensitive, milkweed”, he said letting me go and trying to take one more toast, I hit his hand and he laughed.

  “Don't dare touch my food!” I yelled  at him, but he persisted knocking over the coffee I just made myself and it crashed to the floor.

“Fuck!” I said because I'm barefoot. I loved being barefooted because it made me feel free. “Don't move, I'll lift you…” But I had already moved and a glass pierced into my foot. I screamed and he held me before I could fall.

“What are you doing, I can walk!” I insisted, but he picked me up and moved me to a safer place away from the broken cup. “There's always a kit everywhere, so…”, he muttered to himself looking for the kit. “It's there”, I said pointing at a closed cupboard, he opened it and bit his lips.

“Do you know how to use them?” I asked and he just simply nodded. “I guess it's from the numerous injuries you had in the past…”

“I have a PhD in medicine and surgery and yes, also because of the injuries”, he said it like he didn't want to talk about it so I let it lie.

“This business seemed a lot better, I guess and my father's dying wish”

“You must have loved him”, I said wincing as he applied some spirit on it. “No, I didn't, but the bastard knew too well that I would honour his dying wish and that was the last thing he said”. I looked at him, his eyes away from me like he was lost in thoughts. 

He didn't want this… he hated his father… the marks on his back.

This all made sense now!

   He stood up, arranged the kit and kept it back. “Thank…”

“Save it to yourself, toy, if you want to thank me come to bed tonight”, he said huskily and kissed my hair caressing my cheeks. “I need to get back to work”, he said and walked away without looking back. I watched his back, his shoulders so broad and his suit so neat.

For a moment, I thought of him as a young boy who built boundaries because life wasn't so fair to him. I shut my eyes and thought of how nice he felt last week.

“Oh snap out of it Annie!” I said, slapping my red cheeks.

Fuck Xavier.



Dylan

   

  Why the fuck was she talking about my father and my dead dreams, I had never spoken of my father to anyone and the fact I told her I was a medical student one time made me feel… I had seen the pity in her eyes like I was some lost kid who needed to be fine.

“I'm fine this way”. I murmured, taking a cigarette and lighting it, I put it in between my lips and inhaled deeply. Life wasn't fair and the faster one knew and accepted it, the easier life would be for them. Taking a file case to look at the content, the name ‘Winters’ came into view. It was written in bold letters and italicised, opening the file and looking into it I smiled mischievously.

The winters and the Xavier's were just mere acquaintances and sometimes formed an alliance, but it never really lasted for long. It was like a contract signed to defeat the threat at hand and parr ways. Sometimes they were my clients but never friends. 

   I looked at the case file again and bit my lower lip. They were owing a huge amount of money to a certain bank run by the mafia's and the arms and oil that was destroyed almost a week or two weeks ago was meant to pay for it. I took out my phone and made a call, the bastard answered at the third ring.

“You're growing old and weary, Winter, you didn't see my calls or you were just avoiding it”, I said and I knew he must have put a pipe in her mouth inhaling it and saying nothing.

   Getting irritated, I wanted to say something but he cut in, giving a little chuckle. “I know you've heard of it already, the loans and the bank. But why are you calling, it's not your business”

“Still as petty as ever aren't you Winter? I clicked my tongue shaking my head. The winters were going to lose everything if they couldn't pay up and they were good acquaintances. 

“I'm still as tough as ever, Xavier, if you're here to mock me then do it quickly”, he said, sighing.

“I'll pay”, I said and I knew I got his attention. “I'll pay but it would come with a price”

“What is it?”

“You'll see”, I said and smirked… it was nice doing business with them.



***

Annie 



    Working alone looked like a bad idea at first, but I was beginning to love it. Having the house all to yourself to clean, cook brought back the old days when I lived alone with my best friend, Cammie. The maids did come to clean up sometimes, but I decided to clean Dylan's room myself. 

It was still noon so I didn't expect him to come home anytime soon. I looked at the mess in the room. The ashtray, the rumpled sheets, bloody clothes, an empty gun, a glass of wine and the books are still there. I went to the books and saw a note. 



Read them when you're bored, milkweed.

  I smiled at the handwriting, it was beautiful and in italics, he must have put effort in writing them, because there was no ink anywhere and the note was scented. “Dylan Xavier, who are you?” I murmured as my eyes caught a file in the shelf, only a part was out and I pulled it out opening the file.

AMELIA XAVIER 

   Curiosity they said killed the cat and that was what was going to happen to me anytime soon, but I didn't care, I flipped the file and before I could see any other word, the file was snatched away from my hand. I turned to see Dylan… I was going to die this time and I knew it because the look on his face wasn't a pleasant one.

   Dylan stood there staring at me, his eyes and aura darkened draining away any form of light around and of course draining my fucked up life away. He looked at the file and hissed like I was a traitor to humanity and deserved death.

“Dylan…”

“Looking through my things, are you, Annie?”

Annie?

Gulp.

“No, I was just arranging your files and saw this…” I let my voice trail, not finding the right words to use. He kept the file and shut the cupboard. “Dylan I'm sorry…”

He looked at me and I knew I wasn't meant to say that, he hated apologising and someone saying they were sorry. 

If looks could kill, I would've been six feet in the ground dining with the devil with a long spoon. “I'm..”

Fuck what's wrong with me!

“I told you not to say you're sorry, Angel”, he said, his voice softer than I expected which made it even scarier. He was meant to be raging and hit me and lock me up in my room, but the more I stayed with him, the more I realised he wasn't that type of person. But, his calm voice always did send shivers like current flow.

“I shouldn't have done that and I shouldn't have said that… forgive me “, I said in the most Christlike way possible, but he looked at me and smirked.

“Forgiveness is only for the weak… I'm going to fuck you up, toy”, he said pushing me on the bed.

“I'm going to fucking ruin you"

CHAPTER NINE

Annie

    The room was always dark even with the lights on,  that one wouldn't know if it were day or night time . And when the curtains were pulled up, the room wore a weird kind of aura.

The dangerous kind which sometimes had ecstasy wrapped around it. Sometimes it was pure evil or something different, it didn't really matter but the fact was that it exuded a certain aura that instilled fear… .

Dylan Xavier.

Of course it was him!

   When he said he would ruin me, I felt eager but I knew “the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak”. Wasn't that what the Bible said again? Now, I understood its deep meaning. Fuck my body, it was reacting to his dangerous energy in a rather exciting manner.

Dylan pulled my hair to the bed making me hit my head on the fine hardwood. “Fuck!” I said but it came out as a moan. He ran his hand through my sides probably checking how smooth or how curvy it was… well, I'm not curvy or round and nobody could body shame me!

Smack!

He must be enjoying this. The torture.

Smack!

   I bit my lips to stop the moan that was about escaping my lips. “Fuck Annie, you taste like blood!”

Gulp.

How could he find ecstasy in blood or the scent, realising how stupid the question was I focused on how not to moan so as not to face another punishment.

He turned me over, pouncing on me and sucking my breast. That was my weak point and he knew. I moaned loudly

Annie you've messed up!

   “Oh milkweed, you do have a habit of screaming at the top of your voice”, he said, gagging my mouth with a piece of clothing. I muffled some curse words and I saw a glint of wickedness flash through his eyes.

   Dylan pressed something and chains fell from the ceiling. He cuffed me. My hands were chained as I looked at him, my head was pounding and my eyes were playing tricks on me. I stood before him, naked and sore all over, my breast as hard and bare as a vulture's head. “I'll fuck you till you reach hell, toy”, he said biting my sore neck. Warmth and pain spread all over my body and left a tingling sensation on my toes.

He had a way of torturing someone that brought ecstacy even in death.

He was the real deal .

Dylan

   The only thing that was on my mind was to fucking ruin this girl. I chained her hands and gagged her mouth so she couldn't moan… I don't particularly treat the women I fuck this way except if the need arose, but she was different. She brought out this madness that I do not want to quench. I sucked her nipples, feeling its soft texture get hard, she was shaking like someone who was convulsing and I could see her tears… It was exciting!

“Calm down baby girl”, I said, unlocked the chains and removed the clothes and hugged her. I could feel her breath on my neck, it brought this warm sensation that I couldn't explain but I waved it off and focused on what was at hand.

Her fucking body.

   “You'll be okay, milkweed”, I said, patting her back as she whimpered. Any living human that hadn't seen what I had seen or felt what I had felt before would take sympathy, but I wasn't going to. I knew Annie's past even more than she did, her running away from home, from Spain and back here. I knew about why she had run without looking back and how lonely she had been when growing up and that was more reason why I should break her and build her into the woman I want.

  Her breathing calmed down and I kissed her ear. “ Close your eyes, sweetheart”

I pushed her down on the bed and she winced hitting her head on the hard bed. I dragged her hands chaining them to the bed and did the same to her legs. Her legs were wide apart, she looked like she was doing a cartwheel only that she was chained and her pussy was wide open calling me to put my dick and fist into her.

Nothing was better than hearing the screams and cries of your victim… she was the victim, the one I was going to fuck till she was dead and reborn.

I'd still fuck her even if she were reborn

    “You're crazy, you kn…know”. I heard her mumble and I laughed. “I know darling, now shut your pretty sassy mouth before daddy gets angry”

She bit her lower lip and shu her eyes. I always loved it when she did that. Strangely, it made me horny. It always did.

    I put my tongue into her pussy and sucked the cum and life out of her, I watched her breathing, it was ragged and not rhythmical. Just how I loved it. Her fighting for breath while holding herself so she won't moan made me want to go into her and devour her but I held myself… this wasn't the time.

I put a finger in and stroked it slowly, then I inserted two fingers, then three… four… five. And I was fast.

In. Out. In. Out.

Annie gritted her teeth while I fingered her quickly, she loved this and hated it. She wouldn't admit it if I asked but her face said it all, it told me she needed more…

Fuck me till I evaporate!

I smiled as I put my hands into a fist and then into her… fist fucking was something I was so perfect in that was how I attracted Amy's mother… No, don't think of that.

She's dead. I killed her.

Don't think of that either… fuck this lady before me till she begs me to stop and then begs for more.

“I'll go into you, my Angel as slowly as ever, you know how gentle I can be”, I said and she used her eyes to curse me. I loved it.

“You'll love it!” I said my body suddenly felt the urge to pounce on this woman and consume her. I began removing my belt and the door flung open.

“Daddy!”

“Daddy I've missed you!”

   I turned and Annie opened her eyes. There stood the only reason I wasn't a dead man.

She wasn't going to be back till Friday.

My ten year old daughter.

Amelia Xavier.

CHAPTER TEN

Annie 

   I was told many times by the maids and one time or twice Dylan mentioned that he had a daughter, but I didn't expect she would be this young. Her hair was dark brown like honey and she had the prettiest eyes, just like him.

She dropped her bag on the floor and ran to Dylan.

“Daddy!” She screamed hugging him like he was everything she had… which was true in a way.

“How have you been, Amy?” He asked, hugging her and using the tip of his fingers to caress her hair.

“I've been good. The academy wasn't so bad except I didn't have many friends because…” She looked at him and he rolled his eyes. “... You know, I scare them!” She said and smiled. I wasn't one who cared about friendship back in my school days but I knew how it felt when no one wanted to play or talk to me. I would sometimes sit alone in the playground or ride the swing alone all the while thinking of if I should go home or run away to a social worker because Dad was getting aggressive.

But it was in the past.

I don't care.

I should not… but I do. Looking at how he hugged his daughter and patted her hair, hugged her and showed her the kind of affection he could never show in bed made me feel jealous and wanting. I wore a small smile on my sore lips. It didn't matter… that was a long time ago and I had gotten over it.

“I was thinking that you should be homeschooled for the time being because someone might hurt my daughter”, he suddenly said, jolting me from my thoughts.

“I think it would be nice”, she said, shutting her eyes for a second or two.

    Amy suddenly looked at me, that's when I realised I was still naked,  my breast popped out and my body spread wide like a freaking starfish.

Would she know what this is?

“Hello, you must be daddy's new toy”, she said with little or … no, there was no emotion on her face. I said nothing, just staring at her as though she were a ghost.

Then she smiled. “Don't let daddy get to you, he's a softie but can be a little bit aggressive with things”, she said and winked. 

    The feeling I felt was unexplainable. It had a mixture of astonishment, pain and probably a little bit of horror. If I were correct she was ten, but why would a ten year old talk like she had seen life more than i who was in my late twenties. 

But then I calmed myself because anything could happen as far as it revolved around Dylan Xavier.

“Go to your room”, he said and the young girl nodded, carrying her bag and leaving the room.

I looked at Dylan and he smirked. “She's too grown for her age”, he said and I frown. This wasn't my business but she was still a young girl.

“How old is she?”

“Amelia? She's ten now, but her age is just a disguise because her attitude reminds me of her mother”, he said and looked at me. I saw something cross his eyes, but couldn't decipher what it was so I shrugged it off. It didn't matter.

“She's too young…” I started to say, but he kissed my hair and I melted. Did he read my mind? This was what I really wanted at the moment and it was more satisfying than I expected.

He uncuffed me and patted my hair

“Go and dress up love, then you could make dinner”, he said and I nodded, liking the feeling of his hands on my hair.

“I will see you tonight,” he said and left.

   I watched him till he disappeared from the door leaving me naked and sore but yet satisfied. I then I thought 

Dylan knew how to make a woman want more!

***

Annie 

   I had asked Amy her favourite meal and she told me she could eat anything without peas. Dinner was set and we were seated waiting for Dylan.

  Dylan showed up after some minutes of waiting and decided to eat before he washed up. The hall was quiet and uncomfortable, then Amy spoke. “Daddy, you remember the Winters right?” She asked and he nodded.

“I made friends with the boy and we're pretty close just that I know you won't like it”. She was a nonchalant girl with so much energy that never seemed to end and her carefree character…

“Then you should avoid him”

“I'm not going to!” She said eating her food like she hadn't challenged her father. Strangely Dylan shrugged, it seemed like she would win when it came to bantering with words. 

  There was silence once again and Amy asked a question.

“Daddy, is Annie my new mother?”

Dylan looked at me and then at her and back at his food. I understood what he felt, the feeling that bore holes that could never heal straight to the heart. The feeling that the answer would break every brick wall you spent eternity building.

I looked at him,he didn't look like the one to say anything so I spoke. “Are you done with your meal? Let's go to bed shall we?” I asked and she nodded.

    I took her to the room and tucked her in. She was beautiful, her eyes just like her father and her ivory face… it suited her name. Amelia Xavier, the daughter and heir to the greatest mercenary of all time, Dylan Xavier. This was when I decided that I would take care of her and treat her like my own. I couldn't bear to see this girl face what I had faced as a child… the world was a cruel place and we could survive anything if we leaned on each other.

I smiled… there was hope.

***

Dylan 

   “Oh daddy, you're fucking hot”

“Shit! I want you to fuck me till I die”

“You're so damn sweet, papi, lick me”

   I walked into the cartel walking past the Asian ladies who were touching me everywhere. This was a cartel owned by the Chinese mafia and everyone here was an enemy whether for business or pleasure even the naked women were dangerous.

But I  wasn't here for sex or pleasure but business. I walked into the inner room that was fancier than the other but I didn't stop there, I went through an elevator to the topmost floor and finally into a dimly lit room. It smelled of cigar and drugs mixed with spirit, this was going to be fun.

  Sitting on a cushion I put my legs on the glass table waiting to be served. Some Asian ladies came to my side but I waved them off, how could this man make me wait. I looked at my time, he was ten minutes late or was I early?

“Mr Xavier, the dragon of all dragons, lord of the rings”, someone said and I looked up. It was that fat and dirty Mo Tang. 

“You are late”, I said and he shrugged, he sat opposite me, his belly bulging at any slightest movement, he had piercings all over his face and his tattoos weren't scars but obscene drawings.

“I'm so sorry, I should be killed”

“Cut the crap, you know why I'm here”, I said and he poured me wine. I looked at it and smiled… it was poisoned.

“Of course about the debt the Madison's owe me. Remember you killed them all”

I nodded, taking a cigar and lighting it. 

“You owe me then since you took their assets alongside their lives”. I looked at him as he took a chicken lap using his teeth to tear off the flesh. He was disgusting to watch.

“The Madison's aren't one to owe so your accusations are baseless. But we can strike a deal”

Inhale.

Exhale.

   I watched his every move, they were planning something. His men were drawing their weapons and I knew what they were planning.

Pitiful.

“What deal?” He asked and I smiled. “The cartel…”

Someone from nowhere lunged towards me but I was quick enough to dodge and throw him across the table.

They were all sick! One flung a club at me, but I held it kicking him in the middle.

I shot one on his fucking dick. Broke a neck or two. Butchered three heads and unalived one without much effort.

The women were screaming, running to probably save their slutty heads.

  Mo Tang sat feeling impressed as I walked towards him. He grinned. “You are the real deal, Xavier and your cousin keep bad mouthing you”, he said, clapping.

“Now , the deal” , I said and he nodded. I finally took a drink and grinned. Fuck this.

***

   The house seemed too quiet especially when Amy was around. I walked towards the kitchen just to hear giggles.

“Daddy used to play with me and read me books, but then one day he got too busy and moved me to school”. It was Amelia, I smiled a little leaning forward to hear more.

“Well, my life wasn't really fun, I didn't really have a normal childhood and my growing up was a mess”, Annie said, patting Amy's head. “Get the onion, let's make snacks specially for us. You want cookies and pancakes right?” Amy nodded and they laughed. 

“Daddy missed this one”, she said and they laughed again. 

   I shut my eyes and opened them, I felt peace for the first time in a while and it was disturbing, but I wanted more of it no matter how scary it felt.

I didn't smile, but I was glad… she was the right person I needed.

I was never letting her go.