Chapter 6 Wingless Bird

•ANTONIO•

Nothing could describe the rage I felt when I saw Bella walk past me and Paul with a towel around her.

Paul was my colleague and had no right to see my woman in a towel.

The thought that he could have possibly had filthy thoughts when he saw her made me feel like taking out my gun and bursting out his brain.

And when her towel fell while we were talking, it felt like a bomb thrown on my face.

I had to kick Paul out of the house even though we were not done talking.

And when I saw Bella's magnificent body, I folded. I melted again like I did last night when that damn towel fell.

If I had no self-control, I would have buried my face on her breasts and sucked them.

She made me think of the many ways I could satisfy her. I wondered how she even tastes and how she moans.

I couldn't stop thinking of her legs curling up around me while I thrust deeper and slower inside her.

"Go get dressed, I am taking you shopping," I slipped out my phone from my pocket and called my PA.

Isabella folded her arms on her chest and looked at me while I waited for my PA to answer her damn phone.

"Why are you still here?" I demanded.

"I want my clothes at home," her sassy voice answered. One of those days, that sassy voice was going to beg me to fuck her harder.

"I am getting you new clothes and you better behave yourself if you don't want me to lock you in your room with no clothes to wear," I growled at her.

"Sir?" The sound of Mirabel on the phone snapped my attention from Isabella.

"Move all my morning meetings to the afternoon," I instructed Mirabel on the phone.

"Alright, Sir. Noted. If I may ask -"

"Don't ask anything."

After hanging up the call, I walked to Isabella and lifted her chin with my thumb for her eyes to meet mine. "I own you, Bella. You better get used to these walls being your home for as long as I wish."

"You don't own me, Rodriguez. No one does," she sneered.

"We will have to see about that," I looked down at her lips and thought of kissing them but decided that I was going to wait until she begged me to kiss them.

I let go of her chin. "Go and get dressed."

She walked so close to me that I could feel the warmth from her body. "You know, I heard stories about you. Stories of how you can kill someone and take out their heart just to watch it stop beating on your hand. But now that I am standing here with you, I am not sure if I should consider all those stories as facts."

Oh, fuck me. She looked so damn beautiful that I wanted to snatch off that towel on her body and fuck her right where we were.

I imagined her moaning until my name was the last thing she could utter.

I wished to make sure that she could never forget the feel of my dick inside her and how it fills up all her walls and makes her content.

I smirked. "Whatever you want to decide, love. Now, go and get dressed, you are wasting time already."

She looked at me and then walked upstairs to her room.

I was still looking at her butt when my phone rang inside my pocket.

I rolled my eyes and thought that it was Mirabel, but it was an unknown number.

Usually when I received calls from unknown numbers, it was from my underground rivals who always felt like they could be bigger than I already was.

But at the end of the day, I made sure that they swallowed their words and served me in return.

"Yes?" I answered the call as I sat down on the couch.

"I see you chose to outsmart me and take Isabella. But do you know what? She will always be mine, Rodriguez. She has always been mine and I will make you regret ever thinking that you could buy her." Of course, Tom threatened on the phone.

Tom, Tom, Tom. He was just a bird with damaged wings and I didn't want to focus my attention on him.

I had a lot on my plate to even take his threats seriously.

There was nothing that he could do to me and I didn't want him to die so young.

He was the only son of his father and was probably going to do well by focusing on his own business before I made his father mourn his untimely death.

"How is the daddy's boy doing?" I chuckled.

"She's mine, Antonio. You will never have her."

"She's in my house, Tom. And don't forget that I know where you live and where your father lives. I know how he lost his power in Atlanta, and you don't want me reminding you of that. If you want to make empty threats, think about it next time."

He groaned on the other end of the line. "You will regret this, Antonio, mark my words." And then he hung up the call.

I decided to not mind the call much and just focus on taking Isabella shopping.

I was ready to get her everything that she wanted to ensure that she felt at home with me.

She was mine and nobody was ever going to take her from me.

***

I waited at the reception area while Isabella was fitting every clothing item that was on her shopping cart.

I felt like my head was spinning and wished that I could have assigned the assignment to watch over Bella to Mirabel.

She was a girl too and would have loved this instead of me.

"Oh, you look amazing, sweetheart. You are like the walking model from a magazine."

I stood up the moment I heard that male voice from the fitting room.

When I heard Isabella giggling, I completely lost it, took out my gun from my back, and headed towards the fitting room.

I kicked the door down and pointed my gun at the guy who dared to feed his eyes on her.

"Ahh! Antonio!" Isabella shrieked when she saw me.

"You, get out now!" I snapped as I cocked my gun and pointed it at him.

"Oh, my goodness, what's going on?!" The guy wobbled out of the fitting room like a girl and ran past me.

"What was that for?" Bella asked with a confused look on her face.

She was, fortunately, fully clothed and was only measuring shoes.

"His hands were all over you. We are going home. Now." I took her shopping cart and went to the counter to pay for the items.

When I got there, they all looked frightened and the other one behind the counter was about to make a call before she got startled when she saw me and put the phone down.

"If any of you say anything to anyone about what happened, I will hunt you down and everyone who knows you, do you understand?" I threatened them.

They nodded their heads in fear, and I paid for everything, and we left.

When we got inside the car, Bella folded her arms on her chest and looked out of the window.

"Are you hungry?" I asked as I turned on the engine and started driving.

"You embarrassed me, Antonio! The poor guy could have peed himself for crying out loud!" She seethed.

"I thought you were supposed to be with a girl inside there."

"He's gay."

"Oh, he is?" I knew he was when he wobbled out of the fitting room, but still, that made no difference.

"Are you serious?"

"It doesn't matter if he's gay or not, he's still a man and I don't trust any man around you." I continued driving and avoided eye contact with her.

"I have male friends, you know."

"But now you don't know," I looked at her and smiled before looking forward to the road again.

She scoffed. "I hate you."