Chapter 4 The Task

Miguel's POV

After the news of her return from wherever she was, Augusto, her father's sworn enemy, wants her captured.

Not only me, but other bounty hunters want her. The first gets the price, and I couldn't afford to lose that. I seriously needed the money.

I couldn't hurt her, not with this pressure she puts on me.

My eyes watched as she quickly stood beside me, locked her arm with mine, and faked a smile.

Her body rubbing against me felt like stoking a fire. Her beautiful, hypnotizing face was radiant.

The world dropped, and time forgot its routine. I felt my heartbeat just like last night when I saw her, drowning in her misery.

I was almost breathless as her touch tied a knot in my stomach.

I could hear compliments from her lips, but nothing terrified me more than the glare of her father from behind her.

He has himself guarded by vicious bouncers.

He was the one who ran a background checkup before giving his daughter out to anyone.

She has been away for 5 years, and from last night's experience, she was conservative about her problems.

I should have just killed her last night to ease her grief and not get carried away by lust, to feel her sassy body, kiss her plump lips, touch that beautiful face of hers, and taste her.

Or perhaps, her broken heart ignited a sudden kind of emotion in me.

His eyes pierced me like he'd taken out my soul.

I tried not to appear fretful and returned a cold gaze back at him.

From my observation, he disapproves of me already.

She suddenly embraced me, obstructing my view of her father. I had to feel every ounce of her. At that moment of feeling her so close, I was awake somehow, more alive than I had been in such a very long time.

My muscles softened as her warm body pressed against mine. It reminded me of having to cuddle her in my arms last night as she moaned weakly in my ears.

I did well to conceal the gun. Perhaps tonight, when there's no one, I'll kill her. I threw my arms around her waist and inhaled her hair as her nose nudged the back of my neck.

She smelled of lavender. I pressed her body right next to mine to feel her unwavering warmth.

Perhaps, if I had this much embrace, would everything have been different?

I could feel her heartbeat, so fast it was like it'd explode. She needed my help.

Her body shook in her hand as she panted slowly.

Her grip was firm on me as she sniffed. Did she cry?

Her body was colder than mine, and I felt she was sick.

I was left with my enemy and his daughter. With her this close, I forgot how to breathe.

She refrained from the embrace and faced her dad.

I was still lost in the scenery, but one thing was certain: I was her husband now.

"We need to talk..."

"Dad," she called, interrupting him, but his strictness applied to her too.

I could; she was trying to keep him from me, but fathers just have to do their job.

"Alone," he furthers, and I could see she had a frightening expression at me.

He was glaring at me as he moved past me to his limousine parked adjacent to where we stood.

I could see a trickle of sweat dripping from her forehead.

Her eyes worried, as she didn't want to let go of me. If this was just an act, I suddenly didn't want it to end.

I want to bury her in my arms and just for one day make her realize she shouldn't be scared.

I'd make her death swift and less painful so she could leave this cruel world.

I felt goosebumps, and I was going breathless because my heart was flustered by her.

She made me harden, and, to be sincere, I still wanted a chance with her.

She leaned forward and stuffed something in my palm.

Then I felt her hand behind my pants, took out the gun, and swiftly dropped it in her purse.

This lady got me so thrilled and fascinated that I couldn't help but stare at her.

She was smart and must have seen me earlier with the gun almost aiming at her.

My eyes lowered at her; she was more tense than I was.

We knew nothing about each other except for that one-night stand that we almost had before...

I shifted my gaze from her, trying to wear off the cold sensation I was feeling around her.

Two bouncers gestured to me to walk, and when I did, I took a glimpse at what she left with me.

It was more like the biography of her dad in a line and how our love story began.

I scoffed and tugged the paper in my pocket while getting inside the vehicle.

In a nutshell, she wants me to win over her father.

This was unlike me, helping someone mostly when they were an enemy.

However, for her sake, I was willing to do that.

The limousine certainly spoke of wealth as drinks were arranged at the bar, and trashy music played.

I quickly grabbed a whiskey, gave him a sided smile, and sat opposite him.

His facial expression hadn't changed as he was holding an axe now.

The rumors were true; he'd chop off a suitor's hand if he was not impressed.

If he loved his daughter this much, why didn't he look for her until now? Everyone knew she'd be the heiress.

The hate in me must have made me bold to stare at him in the eyes.

No one dares look him straight in the eyes.

I crossed my legs and adjusted myself to the seat. That was just to hide how anxious I was.

It felt as though I was in a hot seat as my eyes scanned the axe in his hand.

"Do you know what my favorite game is?" He began, and I adjusted my collar.

The bouncers rolled their eyes with an expression of contempt.

They must be thinking it was the end of me, but I've got to play my cards well enough.

"Ripping your enemy's heart out with that axe," I proudly replied, and he smirked at me.

I bent slightly to where I had placed the whiskey with two tumblers, used my hand to pour us a drink, and just cheered to the empty space between us.

One thing was obvious: my attitude was pissing him off.

He didn't take the whiskey I offered in the second tumbler.

How rude. I'm his in-laws for a day at least.

I sip the whiskey sour and let out a satisfying sigh while he continues.

He didn't even ask how we met, fell in love, or my purpose in approaching his daughter.

"If any pain comes to her, I wouldn't hesitate to tear you apart," he added, and I folded my lips.

She's gravely in pain. Why can't he see that? Her eyes don't lie. Angrily, I gulp the whiskey again.

I rolled my eyes away from him, trying not to mix up his daughter's personal life with the plan.

However, her face wasn't getting off my mind, that teary smile.

He wouldn't find me because I'd got a master plan.

Ladies were the most vulnerable to agusto.

She had two brothers, but it turns out they were thugs like their father.

The only way to penetrate inside the house is to capture the little princess.

My thoughts were eluded when I suddenly saw the axe flying at me.

"Fuck!" I squirmed as I ducked my head to avoid being hit. The axe landed on the windshield.

It left a scar on it, breaking apart, and I slowly returned my gaze to him.

I flinched but tried to keep a straight face.

My heart pounced, and the vein on my neck throbbed.

I suddenly noticed the car was driving, and he was now staring at a picture in his hand.

Everything was happening fast.

My eyes trailed after the axe, and I saw the two bouncers take out their guns and point them at my head.

Shit! I'm done for.