radicalducati 2.11
2.11
Lucas’s POV
I saw her regret her words to me as soon as she said them, thinking it would anger me enough to punish her for calling me a psychopath and a sadist.
While those words should hurt me or offend me, they did the exact opposite. They amused the hell out of me, but I didn’t let it show on my face however.
She only just met me but she managed to see the side of me that not many people understand, that many people mistake for me just being careless or crazy, She was right to some degree. I do enjoy causing pain to people and I have no problems coming up with many twisted ways to do just that. It’s what I’ve been itching so bad to do since I took over the leadership from Alex. But I only do that to those who deserve it, and there is a very clear line that I would never cross nor be forced to cross, no matter how crazy and insane my mind drives me to be sometimes.
I kept my face blank as I said firmly “I don’t have to explain nor defend my actions to you. If I were you, I’d worry about myself instead of judging and dictating what others should be doing”
I let my warning sink in. Even though everything about her, every single trivial thing even, was catching my interest and affecting me like no woman ever did, I planned to ignore it. It was probably just a physical attraction, because come on! The girl is super hot, her body was just my type, the curves on her hips, her slightly bigger breasts compared to her slim waist, her plumb, perky ass, not to mention that voluminous blond curly hair that I was starting to prefer to straight hair, she was perfect. And let’s not forget the beauty mark above her lips, I never paid attention to that kind of thing before, but with her, I noticed my eyes going back to gaze at it every now and then.
In short, she was screwing with my mind and screwing with my behavior and I decided not to let her do that anymore because she was just a job to me. The single most important job right now because she was the entire key to this whole thing, and I can’t afford to make anymore mistakes.
My stupid heart can do whatever the hell it wanted, I’m just going to rule with my mind instead
She gulped visibly and asked in a small voice “What do you want from me? I have no idea where they were taking me I swear”
“I have no doubt about that” I said confidently.
“What do you want then?” she asked in slight desperation.
“The truth” I said without missing a beat, which rattled her immensely as her lips pursed and her eyes wavered away from me for a few seconds before coming back.
Just the reaction I was expecting….from a liar like her.
“First things first though, I found the key to your handcuffs when we searched the car. I’d like to come over and free you of them so we could have a proper, civil conversation. Your arms must be killing you by now” I said gently.
I didn’t mean for the last part to be said out loud, it showed me as sensitive, a side of me I didn’t want her to really see, nor think she can exploit to her advantage.
Damn it Lucas get a grip on yourself dude!
She looked at me nervously and hesitantly, no doubt afraid of me coming close to her and touching her.
I stayed in my place silently, waiting for her to make up her mind.
I saw a little determination shine in her eyes and I wondered where it came from as she said quietly “Ok, you can do that”
As soon as I took the first step towards her, I noticed her holding her breath and going rigid all over, but she didn’t speak to stop me and I kept walking as if I didn’t notice how extremely afraid she was of me coming closer to her.
Nothing bothered me more than her fear of me, of me hurting her in any way. Even though it shouldn’t bother me because usually I don’t care what anyone thinks of me, it never bothered me before how people saw me as. And that’s why I was annoyed at myself, because apparently I cared what this girl thinks of me, and it fucking irritated me because I didn’t know why.
I reached her and asked her firmly “Turn around” as I extracted the small key from my front jeans pocket.
With visible effort to hide her terror, she gave me her back.
I looked down at her hands and my heart sunk at what I saw.
Her wrists looked worse than the last time I saw them. They were bleeding again, telling me she tried to tug against them in an attempt to push them to her front again.
I swallowed down my lump and held the piece of metal as I started inserting the key into its opening.
I heard her gasp of pain when her hands were free as she brought them to her chest and rubbed her arms.
I was right, her arms were killing her and it didn’t help that she couldn’t keep still and tried to free herself stubbornly before waiting for me to free her of them, not that she was to blame for that after what she witnessed from me.
I put the handcuffs on my desk and sat down on one of the wooden chairs as I motioned for her to sit on the other one.
Very reluctantly, she sat at the edge of the chair opposite me in curiosity and caution as she glared at me, still expecting me to go nuts and attack her at any second.
I pursed my lips to keep myself from smirking and said steadily “I’m going to ask you again and I want you to think really well about your answer before you say it. Did they kidnap you?”
She didn’t bother to think as she said to me confidently “No, I’m not kidnapped”
I pierced her with a hard look, my frustration flickering inside me at her lying “So everything they said was true?” I asked rigidly.
This stopped her short this time. Her confidence wavered for bit before she said a little forcibly “It’s true”
It was quite amusing, her admitting to being a prostitute bought by Zade instead of telling me the truth tells me there’s a lot more to her than meets the eye.
What could be worse than pretending to be a prostitute, she’d rather degrade herself like that?
True my ass, I’ll make you eat these words Angelina, that’s my promise to you.
Ok, let’s see how far you’re willing to make them true then, shall we?
“Ok, I’m sorry I got in the way of you getting to your new master, Hope. I truly thought you were in need of help and saving from these guys, my bad. Let me make it up to you” I said unapologetically.
Her eyes shined in anger at my rude apology and she asked with gritted teeth “Make it up for me how?”
“When Zade finds out that I killed his men and took you, I don’t think he will bother to get you back and risk losing more of his lackeys over a prostitute. So you are left with two options here, I can give you a ride back to Fairbanks, with some cash to help you go back to where you came from, and provide a fake ID for you to pass through since you don’t have any legal papers, or you can stay here with me. I’ll pay whatever Zade was going to pay you with a cherry on top” I said with a straight face, meaning every single word that came out of me.
I watched in complete fascination as her face transformed from white as a sheet to tomato red as rage took over her emotions and probably started boiling her blood at my audacity.
Come on Angelina show me how far you’re willing to take this, I don’t mind going all the way, but let’s see if you do.