Chapter 4 The Pull

Chapter Four

Hunter

"What the fuck are you doing?" I shouted.

"She's with people. We don't know who they are and we have a mission. We don't want to jeopardize our plans''

The car accelerated and I could do nothing but stare at the fading silhouette of my Rose. "I'm sending people after her right now. They will keep an eye on her and once the mission is finished, you will have her Hunter!" Savio said calmly. I didn't react. "You've waited so long-you can wait a couple of hours more. We would find her sooner if she is staying in the resort" he added once the car came to a stop and we climbed down, walking to my room. I groaned and punched my fist at the wall. I couldn't believe I'd seen her. Everything came crashing into my mind and clutched my hair tightly in anguish. I was having a breakdown. We rode in silence until I arrived at my penthouse. It's been seven days since I left here.

"Put yourself together man. I'll find a way to bring her to you" Savio said once we stepped into the living room

"Good. I need her here as soon as possible."

"I'm here already." I shot a glance at the door, from behind when a woman's voice had sounded. Savio looked, too.

"I'm right here." Cara, all smiled, walking her way in sky-high heels. Fuck, I swore silently. I had completely forgotten about her.

"Well... I'll leave you two." Savio grinned stupidly, pushed himself up, and headed to the door. "I'll take care of that thing, and I'll check on X and the Russians too," he said.

"Thanks, brother"

I launched at Cara the seconds I heard the four clicked from Savio's departure. Her boobs were popping out like the foam of a champagne and I must have a taste to fix my greed.

"Yes," she moaned softly, when I began to suck on her soft nipples and my thump skirted down to play with her knob. A figure flashed through my mind and I pulled away from Cara, her eyes scanning me like I had done folly.

I saw her again, and the need to have her again increased. My Rose!

I need to have her. Rose. I need her to be mine, I need a sip from her luscious wine bottle. A gulp wouldn't be bad though. I thought, straightening and impaling Cara with my throbbing cock. She bent her back into an arch and then lowered herself to the wooden table, now wet with sweat. I fucked her hard.

I was high like a junkie and Rose would be my next fix if not I'd end up in the graveyard or psycho ward.

"Kneel," I growled at Cara, pushing her down. She did as she was ordered without hesitation. I purred, praising her submissiveness, and trailed a thumb along her lips. They parted obediently. I liked my things petty and totally submissive.

******

Aria

Some hours earlier....

The sound of the alarm clock pierced my brain.

"Get up, babes. It's nine already. We have to be at the airport in an hour. Our New York vacation awaits. Wakey, wakey!" Grey stood at the bedroom door, sporting a wide grin. "Sweet pea is already with grandma you don't have to worry about her" sleep immediately vanished from my eyes.

"You did what?" I snarled my desire to sleep depleting by seconds.

"I got sweet pea dressed and took her to grandma for you. I also made you coffee." With a smug expression, Grey remained standing in the doorway, holding a cup in each hand.

"Why would you do that? " I said in a crying voice.

"You didn't wake up and we are running late. Sara would say mama don't go and you'd cancel this trip! We both know you listen to that brat you got from your flings over me" Grey flared.

Damn this man! My heart was tainted with words to howl at him but I couldn't. I would pretend to be oblivious to the things he did that night for my dear life. Grey was everything a demon is. His claws were already around my neck. One wrong move and I knew he wouldn't think twice before strangling me.

I felt my eyes begin to tear up, so I ran into the bathroom. As I stopped by the mirror I realized just how much I needed this vacation. My dark eyes were sad and resigned, and the lack of anything to do had made me apathetic. I was overwhelmed with the burden of my own failings and my aversion to working. I had no idea what to do with myself. It's been three good years of internal battle and slavery to a man I knew nothing about- a man I didn't remember. I let the tears fall freely from my eyes, shutting out Grey and the repeated knocks on the door. I don't know how long I cried but when I was done, I realized how truly I needed this vacation and how unfair I was to Grey. Agreed, he shouldn't have said those words about Sara, but for the last four years, he'd been nothing but a father to her. The least I could do to show my appreciation was to grant him his wish-a two week break for both of us, without our daughter.

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When we finally landed in New York, the sun was already setting. Grey was angry and edgy, and his foul mood was rubbing off on me, so I decided to take a look around the place. The place was beautiful. We would be staying in a rental hotel with a private island and beach. The realm was heavenly. Clear water. Clear clouds. Clear air. Clear head. Just about what I needed.

"You look so out of place at a place so beautiful. You are definitely made for the slum" Grey screeched from where he was. I hissed and rolled my eyes when I saw Gemma smiling. What was so funny?

I was distracted when an approaching dark SUV jeep seemed to slow down a bit for an instant, and I thought he was going to ask for directions or some other random questions but it sped off at almost the same instant. Something struck me and for some reason, my eyes were glued to the moving car. Like a magnetic force, I was pull to the essence of the car until it was completely out of sight but that wasn't enough reason to shake off the weird feeling that crept up my spine.