Chapter 4 The choice she can only choose

Nathalie's reaction was already an answer for him. Like what he said, what he wants is his. Too bad for her. It happened that the world was too small for the two of them.

"Are you threatening me? Did you know that I can call 911 and report you?" Nathalie threatens.

Livius smirks because of how she tried to fight back even if she already lost both the battle and the war. "Try. Let's see how they can help you, Ms. Marquez," he confidently replied.

Her hands were shaking, but she dialed that emergency number. "Hello, 911? I need your help. I was legally detained in Gonzales Group of Companies. Please, send some help!" she exclaims.

Our eyes were still glued to each other, and he was enjoying the fear and anticipation in her eyes. A hope that will shatter in just seconds.

"What did you say?! I am serious! I'm not joking! Please!" she begs.

He grabs her phone and clicks the speak button. "This is Livius Gonzales. Yes, I was keeping Ms. Marquez from leaving my building."

Nathalie was stunned because of what I did. "I'm sorry, sir. Bye," the woman says, and the call ends.

"See? What I want is mine. And... don't provoke me further. It's better to marry me and move out with your son in my place rather than being with me but your son is dead, right?" he stated confidently.

She was on the verge of crying, yet she's strong enough to control her emotions and bottle them away.

"Why me? What do you really need from me?! Find other girls!" she exclaimed.

He steps back and hands her phone back. She takes it right away. He looks at her more seriously but with a touch of care and softness.

"Two things: warm my bed and face Taylor," he asserts.

"Warm your-and who is this Taylor anyway? Why does it have something to do with me in the first place?!" she roars.

His patience was already on edge. She is not dumb, but she's using this chance to-fuck! He places his palm on hers that was trying to open the door.

"Don't act stupid and clueless because I'm not buying that. You can go home. I'm giving you three days. Here's my business card. I already wrote the address of my mansion."

He places the card in her palm and opens the door for her. "Don't make me mad, kitten. I may give you warmth, but coldness from me is eternal death."

He made sure she understood her threats pretty well. He watches Nathalie as she runs away. He grabs his phone and calls Devon, my right hand.

"Keep an eye on them. Make sure to take photos and send them to me right away. I'm going to have her, by hook or by crook," he asserts. Devon sighed on the other line.

"What is this all about, boss? What's with this woman?" he asks.

No one knew a secret that he held for the past years. But Nathalie is someone that belonged to him. Now that he meets her again, the only path for her is to be Mrs. Livius Gonzales.

"Just do as I say. Don't ask further questions," he added and dropped the call.

There are secrets that will soon be revealed, and mine will soon unfold. He went back to his desk and finished all the papers that he needed to review. He left the company before three. He has a meeting to attend.

He crosses his legs and looks at him. "You seemed to be upset," he teases.

He frowned and glared at him, then moved his chess piece. "I've got no time for your mockery, Gozales," he replied.

Nathaniel Idriv, a Russian Bratva, or Russian mafia boss. He had the same dangerous temper as mine. "What's with the faces, you two?"

This man finally fucking arrives. "And you, hmm? What makes you fucking late, DeLuca?" he asks. Gael sighs.

"A woman is making me crazy and lose my temper. That's why I'm fucking late," he says. The two of us look at him. He's not even shy to tell them that a woman was making him frustrated. "A chick?"

Nathaniel's voice was telling them that his problem was a woman as well. "Nope. Wife. This woman's shield against my charm was making me frustrated. For the first time in my life, I met a girl that was a tricky challenge for me."

He leaned back and looked at Gael. "What makes her lose your temper? A mafia who was losing his mind because of a woman? That's interesting to me," he stated. "Is that your reaction, Idriv? Did you listen to what she said? WIFE. That's what DeLuca says," he calmly stated. "What?! Wife?!" he roars, late.

Gael ignores his late reaction and looks at the board, then shifts his gaze to Nathaniel. "Asshole, you're fucking losing the game in every move!" he roars. Gael DeLuca, a mafia boss who rules four cities of this country. His life was fucked up, and that's his story to share.

"Shut up. I'm just frustrated, that's why." They look at him. "A woman. That's for sure. You are giving the same aura as I have right now."

They look at me after. "And you?" Nathaniel asks. "What I want is MINE. SHE is mine," he asserts. He moves his knight and speaks. "Checkmate," he remarked.

They look at each other. "You have a girl. The famous cold and woman-hater Livius Gonzales had a WOMAN?" Gael asserts firmly.

"I lose. One more round," Nathaniel says.

"It's my turn. You'll replace the loser," he says. His phone buzzes. He checked the message that Devon sent. It's her photo at the school, picking up the kid. He reads the message.

[She drops by a grocery store and picks up the kid after.]

He dialed Devon's number. He answers right away. "Make sure that she won't try to leave the country. If someone loses their eyes on her, kill him," he asserts and drops the call before Devon speaks.

Nathaniel's and Gael's reactions were dark with a hint of mockery. "Isn't that too much for just a woman, Gonzales?" Nathaniel commented.

"And? She can't get away this time. I didn't fucking lock my heart for nothing."

He changed his chess pieces and started putting them in their places. Gael did the same thing. "Any news with the cartels that were testing us?" Gael asks. He scoffs.

"Are you afraid of losing customers?" Livius mocks.

His eyes glare at him lethally. "Do I look like a poor yakuza to you, huh? I just hate mosquitoes that are buzzing at the back of my ear. That's them." Gael's voice was dangerous and threatening.

"They're trying to control Venice. Let's not forget that," he asserts.

He made my first move. "Venice is my territory. I controlled the whole city. Do you really think I have no idea what they are doing, DeLuca?" he calmly stated. "Then what's your fucking plan, Gonzales?"