Chapter 7

He pressed his lips on me hard.

He must’ve noticed I wasn’t moving so he looked at me.

“Are you scared of me?” 

“Who wouldn’t??”  

I watched him take the hanging chains and he cuffed himself, making me bewildered.

“Still scared?”

“What?..” 

“You were a spunk when I was chained, figured this will assure you I won’t harm you.” He chuckled lightly.

I got embarrassed remembering how arrogant I was, ordering to beat him and all..

Huh? He stepped on the chain linking the cuffs in between my ankles.

“Just to be sure you don’t escape me, because I will run after you nonetheless.”

The fact he’s chained and smirking with charisma is not a good combination especially that he’s a killer.

He bends over and we kiss again. 

I felt something in me spark so I gave a distance. He gave me a questioning look..

“Please, just leave. I don’t want you in my life..” I whispered wary and he smiled.

“The way I fuck should make you reconsider, cupcake.” 

“Stop it with the fucking! I.. I’m not thirsty for it. Just please get out and find some other girl to mess around.” 

He just removed his foot off my chain.

“You can go.” 

“What- no? I’m talking about you-”

He shaked his head. “I’m staying.” 

“Excuse me??” I felt like I got offended that he has a say on this. “It’s my house, and you caused me enough trouble killing someone high profile linked to me??” 

He sighed. “he rapes women and uses narcotics. I just protected you.” 

I was then quiet. “How would I believe everything you have said from my aunt down to this?” 

“Why do you think I’m a ranked hitman?” 

“Hitman or not, anyone can just kill without reason.” 

He then chortled at my face, he seemed amused by me.

“You’re right, if you don’t believe me, why not just look for the answers yourself, hmm? Slap me if I’m wrong.”

“I-I will..” 

“Okay, go on then.” He smiled at me and I slowly raced to go to the table to find the key to my cuffs on the ankles and hands.

Shit, I dropped it.

I struggled to bend down then I heard feet walking towards me.

I gasped seeing that he picked the key.

I looked at the spot he was at just seconds ago and the chain was swaying by itself.

This fucker can really do it all..

I was startled when he unlocked my cuffs.

“I keep forgetting you’re an incompetent little girl.” He chuckles while I slowly back away from him.

I was finally behind the door but still looking at him in fear. He might run after me..

He looks at me entertained while standing up, “go, I’ll be here to be proven wrong.” 

I quickly opened the door and ran out so fast and when I got up the stairs, I looked behind me and he really didn’t follow.

Psycho..

I ordered all of my men back to at least feel some security in me.

–

“You’re aunt’s now-ex-husband married another woman and I have papers that they’ve been together now for six years, miss.” 

He handed me a copy of their marriage certificate.

My Aunt just died six months ago.. and she kept telling me that he was just always busy with work. It’s driving me mad.

“And about his son?..” I asked, weary.

“Her son is a senator, well known but also suspected to have used drugs although results of his drug tests came back negative, I pried further to see that they were tampered with according to a silent source.” my private investigator claimed.

So he’s really transparent with me? 

“Thank you.” I said and we ended things off with our agreement before I went back to the basement. 

My men still guarded this basement and they have no clue that he can escape. I trust that he wouldn’t cause a ruckus because of his lovesick mind.

“I thought you’d never miss me.” He boldly claims.

He’s sitting on his chair, cuffed again.

“I don’t see the point of your cuffs anymore.” I sighed. 

“Would you be fine if you talk to me alone in a room, unbound?” 

I answered, “no.” 

He smirked. 

“Why won’t you leave.” 

“I’ve retired from being a hitman, I want to settle down now.” 

Jeez, why does he have to say it that way?

“Okay, so go.” 

“With you.” 

“You are really something else.” I rubbed my palms on my face, patience running low already.

“Do it with someone else, I am far from wanting to settle down, and I don’t know you?? All I have of you is you killed my aunt per her request and some dude I was about to one night stand with.” 

“If I had known you first before your aunt became my client, I wouldn’t have accepted it, but then I wouldn’t have known you.” 

“Stop pretending to like me, or tease me. It’s not working. Please, I want you out tomorrow morning when I get back here. And don’t kill anymore, I beg of you.” 

I sighed in distress as I closed the door loud.

–

I didn’t check the basement to see if he really left. I just hope to God he listened.

I finished my shower and I almost screamed my heart out, seeing him sitting on my bed with cuffs still on.

“W-What are you..” I then looked at the door, realizing that he must’ve killed my men.

I gasped- 

“I didn’t kill anyone. I just hit their head.. or  neck.” he shrugs plainly.

“What are you doing in my room??”

“Your basement is boring, cupcake. You didn’t check on me.” 

“If you want to be entertained, then leave already.” I backed away from him and slid my body behind the bathroom door, realizing I’m just in my robe.

I know he’s seen- damn he actually fucked me already- but doesn’t matter, it shouldn’t happen again.