Chapter 3 Tangled in a flash

Nathalie can't believe that Mr. Gonzales will suddenly trap her in his game! She was surprised when his lips landed on hers, and then he suddenly declared that she was his fiancée?!

What the fuck! But his gaze, the warning, and the dark aura that she notices from him, she remains shut. But when her ears heard the word 'whore' coming from Maxi, Mr. Gonzales's cousin, she snapped.

People in her previous community mocked her and spread rumors that her son was the proof that she's a whore, a sex worker, or a prosti*ute.

They keep on spreading rumors that men around their area often knock on her door every night, throw their money in her face, and then ask for sex.

That's the reason she left that town before starting her business. Nathalie hated that word the most. She glared at Maxi and showed her that she's not someone she should mess with.

"I don't fucking care if you guys are mafias or whatever. Call me a whore again, or I'll snap your neck." Maxi turned pale and held her neck. "Hey, cousin! Can't you hear me!" she calls.

Nathalie gives her a much scarier face. "Did you hear me?!" she roared thunderously.

"It's either you apologize or she will devour you," Mr. Gonzales utters. Maxi stood up and glared at her. "I will never forget this!" She stormed out and closed the door madly. "I guess I can speak now."

"What is it, Devon?" Mr. Gonzales asks. She grabs her things and is ready to leave when he coughs. "Where do you think you're going, missy?" he inquired. She turned back and looked at him in the eyes. He looked calm, but his dangerous aura was still there. "Where do you think? I think the two of us have nothing more to discuss, Mr. Gonzales. Excuse me, I need to leave," she replied calmly.

She went straight to that door, but she can't open it. She turned around and saw Mr. Gonzales smirking. Her jaw clenched. "What is the meaning of this, Mr. Gonzales?"

"I suggest you take your seat and wait, my dearest. I need to speak with my right hand first," he asserts, looking at me with pride and warning in his eyes.

Damn it! How can he do this to me?! What does he really want?! She found herself sitting on the couch again. "Continue," he says, looking at his right hand named Devon.

"Boss, one of the bosses of the clubs under our territory was shot last night. There were men who came to his club last night, wearing masks, sunglasses, and even ball caps."

He gives his phone to Mr. Gonzales. "It looks like someone was trying to snatch our clients and invade our territories. They're offering Mr. Gallo to sell illegal drugs in his club," Devon added.

What would she expect? They're mafia. It's like a sophisticated version of gangs or syndicates. No matter what, they love doing bad things. That's the fucking truth.

"Secretly send some of our men into his club. Tell them to disguise themselves and protect the whole place. Make sure that no illegal drugs will be sold in that club."

She was surprised to hear what Mr. Gonzales said. "Tell Mr. Gallo to remember that selling those drugs pays a heavy price from us, okay?"

Devon smiled. "No problem, boss. Anyway, the program for the party and auction event this Wednesday was already done. I'll send you the file later," he reported.

He looks at me and smiles. "I'll go ahead, boss," he says.

Maybe she can take this chance to leave as well. She stood up and followed Devon, but he heard his cough again. Devon looks at her, and his eyes are telling me that leaving means death.

The door locks. She turned around and faced this beautiful and dangerous man. He walks closer to her. She steps back but finds herself leaning on the cold door.

"I... have to go," she whispered.

He pinned his palm on the door, and the other held her chin. "Do you really think you can go, Ms. Marquez?" he whispered huskily.

Why is he using his bed voice in the first place?! Deep inside, she's already crying for help. There's this familiarity that rises at the back of her head, and it's freaking her out.

She didn't know why she was panicking, yet this familiarity rang a tune that she didn't expect. It's not fear or a desire to run away from him. It's the opposite.

A part of her was aching for him to be close to her. She... wants him close! "Sir, our meeting was done, and I think we both know the result. I'm sorry, but I have no plans to be your fiancé or be tangled with you in business. Please, let me open the door," she begs, hoping it will work. His dazzling eyes were enough to make me melt.

'What is wrong with me? Why does it feel like I want him?!'

"Who says that you have a choice? I won't make your world peaceful, Ms. Marquez. Running away is futile too. You didn't know me yet. What I want... is MINE."

His assertion and that dangerous warning in his eyes, deep inside, she knew he was serious. How can she run away? Livius Gonzales exudes danger that makes her kneel.

This is the first time they meet, yet she's already scared of him. "What are you talking about? We don't have time for jokes."

She tried to act cool, laughing, taking his words as a joke, hoping that she's just in a nightmare while awake because of how nervous she is.

That she was imagining at the middle of anticipation because she really wants him to invest in her company. Nathalie hopes that it's any of the two yet...

"Eyes up here, kitten. Don't act like you're in a nightmare."

His baritone and cold voice are enough to wake her up. She wasn't imagining things or having a nightmare. Every single damn second was true.

"Then don't joke like this. I'm starting to get scared," she mumbled.

His finger went to her lips and caressed them softly. Sensation, anticipation, and fear were rolled into one.

"I know that you have a kid. He's five years old and is currently attending school. It's either you kneel with your legs spread open or..."

His eyes show how monstrous he is. The mere fact that he learned about Kalyx, she snapped. She knew where this would end.

"... kneel in front of his coffin, crying. Either of the two is your choice. I'll still keep you at the end of the day," he says.

The coldness brings terror to every corner of her cells. He's even scarier than the horror movies that she had watched since high school.

"I'm not kidding, missy. Take my words as a fucking threat from me, Livius Gonzales."