Page 38 of Lethal Infatuation

"Nobody's trying to take me from you."

"Yeah?" I cocked my head sideways, leaning in so I could whisperin her ear. "They better not, because I'll fucking kill them." She gulped softly, trying to move backward, but I held her tightly.

"You're an agent, that doesn't sound ethical to me."

"Allow me to make something clear to you, Gabriella." I gripped her chin tighter, making her hiss. "I don't give afuckabout what's ethical. I never say anything I don't mean, and I will always follow through with it."

"You truly are unhinged." I bit down on her earlobe and I could feel her breath in my neck when she exhaled.

"Yes," I agreed. "Think about that the next time a man so much as breathes in your direction."

"Even though you haven't officially made me yours yet?"

I raised an eyebrow and I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was taunting me. "No?"

"No, you haven't."

"How do you propose I do that then?" The question was rhetorical, but I was curious to hear her answer. She stared at me, blinking slowly, but remained silent. So I tightened my hold on her chin. "Go on, open that smart little mouth of yours and tell me."

"You'll think of something, but you're going to work for it. I want to see youworkfor it, Nicolas."

I chuckled darkly, releasing her chin from my grip and moved it to the back of her neck to pull her closer. "You're a feisty little thing, but I plan to break you until you submit to me completely." She gasped and the sound had blood rushing to my groin. "Besides, I have no problem with working for the things I want in life, but just know that while I am working for it, you're still mine and I'd be damned if you thought otherwise."

"Now would probably be the appropriate time to tell you that you're mine, too, then. You're definitely a ladies’ man and the thought irks me," she said with a frown.

"Do you really think I'm interested in anyone else?"

"I know you're not—"

"Yes or no," I pressed, annoyed that she'd even think I wanted anybody other than her.

"No."

"Exactly, but if you need reassurance, I'd be more than willing to give that to you." She knitted her eyebrows and pressed her lips into a thin line. "The only woman I want isyou."

SIXTEEN

My mind currently worked overtime. My mother called me today after years of no contact. We've got a huge upcoming event that's more stressful than I anticipated, and these unknown emotions I feel towards Nicolas had me staring into the distance while I tried to make sense of it all.

Everything felt overwhelming and I needed an outlet. Which meant there was only thing that would make me feel better in this very moment.

Already clad in my all black attire, I grabbed my helmet, gloves, keys, and hurriedly made my way out of the front door before locking it. Using the little remote, I clicked on the blue button and the driveway door opened up.

When I stepped into the dimly lit area, I realised that I hadn't ridden in months. I looked at my motorcycle and smiled. My mother was always against me using the vehiclebecause apparently it wasunladylike.

The appropriate response as a mother should've been was that it could potentially be dangerous, but she was always more concerned about our image than anything else.

My father, on the other hand, was the one who taught me how to drive. After their divorce, I opted to stay with him, but she didn't allow it.

However, two years later, after being mistreated by her day in and day out, I couldn't handle it anymore and made contact with my father—telling him everything which resulted in me living with him. That was eight years ago.

She still continued to call and text me, sending me the most disgusting messages a child could ever receive from their parent. I didn't tell my father because I knew it would upset him, but the day he found out about it was the day he blocked her from my phone and made it clear that if she ever tried to contact me again, he'd take the legal route.

Needless to say, she followed his instructions until today, but the only reason she called me was because she needed some financial assistance, which I immediately declined.

I put on my gloves, wrapping the straps around my wrists to secure it, and then shoved the helmet over my face. The action was more aggressive than I intended it to be, but alas.

After getting onto the bike and making myself comfortable, I inserted the key into the ignition and started the engine. The sound of the exhaust purring to life was like music to my ears and I relished in it, already feeling the anxiety slowly dissipating.

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