Page 21 of Pain and Possession

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I'll never touch her again, I swear!" He cries, bringing a smile to my face.

"I know you won't. Let him loose." I order watching the relief flood his face. It'll be short lived. Kenny cuts the zip ties holding his arms and legs in place, he apprehensively stands. His legs wobbly as he takes a small timid step past me. I grip the back of his shirt ignoring his desperate punches as I drag him to the large trough sink. He curses as he braces himself against the edge fighting as I bear down on his neck.His horrified expression reflected in the rippling water that will soon take him.

I kick the back of his knee making him fall against the sink as I force his head into the frigid water. He slaps and scratches at my arm as I push him deeper, burying my elbow in his spine. Taking away his leverage, a perverse smile creeps across my face as he sloshes and struggles. Bubbles raising to the top, as he grows weaker and weaker, people rarely remember to hold their breath. The ones that do can only hold out for so long before they take that first fateful breath. His body spasms under my hold as the fighting and bubbles stop, I keep him there for a few seconds longer for good measure before I release his body. His head remaining stuck in the sink, the rest of him laying limp over the side.

Biggs approaches me with a towel, "Should we take care of him boss?"

I dry my hands, my eyes still on his lifeless corpse. The anxiety I've felt since I read their conversation slowly melts away from me, leaving me feeling renewed. Ready for her.

"No, leave him as he is for now."

I turn from them heading back out of the room and up the wooden stairs. Jerking my phone from my pocket pulling up the security camera in my office, the bedroom is connected by a set of thick wooden adjoining doors. I flip to camera two, as I suspected she's still fast asleep. Probably will be for another hour, I didn't give her very much ketamine. I wish I hadn't had to resort to that but I'm not about to let her hurt herself in an attempt to get away from me.

She looked worried, panicked but not scared per se.

I've seen fear in the eyes of men and women, my little doll wasn't scared. She liked it, the wetness in her underwear only confirmed that after she passed out. I can still taste her on my tongue after I ran a finger across her arousal covered slit, tasting her before I pulled away from the curb. I won't touch her further until she's awake, but I've missed her tangy flavor ever since she came grinding on my face the night it took her home.I walk into the kitchen of the compound finding Nona sat in the corner, a cup of coffee and old magazine in her hand. "Nona could you please make something for a guest. Something light, she'll be a little queasy when she wakes. “

She eyes me over the brim of the magazine her thick-rimmed glasses slipping down slightly on her nose.

"By guest I assume you mean that limp woman you paraded through the compound earlier." My father's mother, my grandmother is everything you'd expect in an old sassy Italian woman. She had a good hand in raising me, mom was always too frail, and my father wanted a soldier. Outside of that there wasn't much in terms of actual parental guidance, not that I needed a lot of it. I was a level-headed obedient son as far as everyone was concerned. Up until I put a bullet in my father's skull. I nod, leaning against the warm toned countertop.She shakes her head, sitting down the coffee before she grunts, raising to a stand. Mom has suggested I remove her from the kitchen but that will devastate her. This is where she's happiest, feeding my men and women, living at the compound makes her feel closer to her sons. She knows it's in part because of me she has no children left, I murdered all of them except James.

I've never understood why she never held it against me.

She was never partial to the way her son treated my mother, but there wasn't much she could do. Allow her a shoulder to cry on and dress her wounds. My grandmother was one of the few people allowed around my mom without his supervision.Nona saved her more times than I care to count.

"In all your years I don't think I've seen you with a woman, let alone holding one like that."

I smirk, nosey as ever. Glancing over my shoulder at a few men that are gathered at a round table talking amongst themselves, "I quite like her."

Her eyes go wide as she prattles around, gathering fruit, cheese and crackers.

"Treat her right then." She warns, a warm smile on her face. I just nod understanding the message.

Don't be like him.

I won't be, I don't want to hurt her. I can't say what I feel is love but if it's not, it certainly might be one day. She doesn't cower from me, there's a fire in her, a hatred that pulls me in like a moth to the flame. Her blatant disregard for life, the way she was willing to die, she ached for it... I won't force Olive to stay here with me, to want me but I won't be letting her go either.

Whatever path she goes down is irrelevant when they all lead to me, by my side. She would make a strong wife for me; sure it would piss some people off. She's obviously not of Italian descent and has no influence, no political ties or money, an outsider. She's strong, that's enough and so am I. It's unlike me to form attachments like this. I don't make a point of denying myself the things I want, and I want Olive Hayes. Her intriguing background only made me want her more, she's a challenge.Something I can cherish and conquer, without fear of breaking it. I reach over the counter to the plate of food, plucking a grape from the stem before Nona slaps at my hand.

"Ah ah! Not yours." She orders as she goes back to slicing cheese.

I'm a glutton for pain, and Olive Hayes is exactly the kind of woman that can hurt me.

Olive

I kick my legs, trying to unravel them from the blanket. My head is groggy and I'm hot.

Boiling actually.

I can tell my back is clammy as I roll to my opposite side, there comes the first indication I'm not in my bed. The absence of squeaking bed springs has me jerking upright.

Noè fucking drugged me.

"It feels like we've been here before little doll." His voice sends waves of heat across my already flushed skin as I lurch from the bed. My legs crumbling immediately as they hit the polished hardwood floor of an unrecognizable bedroom.I force myself to stand, marching towards the door. I jerk it open frowning when I enter an office.

His office.

I can tell by the layout and theme of the rooms I'm definitely not at his house, which consoles me very little. I continue forward towards another set of large double doors. As soon as my hands reach the nobs a pair of muscular arms brace against the frame, caging me in. My eyes linger on the way his thick veins pop from underneath his tan skin. His lips find my neck, kissing me gently as if he didn't just kidnap me. As if what he's doing isn’t highly illegal and highly fucked. I spin around to do something, scream, yell? It all evades me when I take in the black-rimmed glasses on his face, he's shirtless exposing his scarred chest and stomach. He nuzzles his head into my hair, which is down and much softer than I left it.

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