My Savior is A Devil

Bang!

Alexa's attention got jolted from the book she was reading. They had locked her in the bedroom the past few days, and by now, she knew that sound meant her father was home. Every time he pushed the doors too hard, it jangled her nerves. Why did he have to announce he was home, anyway? It's not like she welcomed his sight or vice versa. These actions were a forewarning that something bad was going to happen, and Alexa should brace herself because she was going to be his target.

"D-dad," stuttering, she tried to step back from her father's ominous presence. He had rope and duct tape, and this was cause for alarm.

"What... What are you doing here?" She asked nervously, as her eyes darted to his hands.

"You're coming with me. Sit down. I need to tie you up." He answered before she tried to get away.

"No!" Alexa tried to run on top of the bed to get her closer to the door. But her father was faster, so he grabbed her hair, pulling her towards him, causing her to cry in pain. A few strands of her hair got pulled out of her nape as she struggled to get free. This angered her father, so he punched her in the stomach to stop her from getting away.

"You stupid little bitch. Where do you think you're going?" kicking her while she lay on the floor, moaning. The punch knocked the breath out of her lungs.

"Why can't you be obedient like everyone else? You always have to make my life difficult." He tied her hands and legs while she cried, hugging herself in a fetal position.

"Shut up!" he yelled before duct-taping her mouth and blindfolding her. When he was done, she could hear her father instructing his men to carry her to the trunk of his car.

She does not know where Andrew was taking her, but being tied meant it was nowhere good. 'Did he finally snap? Is he going to kill me?' This thought made her cry harder.

After two hours of driving through the countryside, where potholes jogged the car and her head at the same time, they arrived at their destination. This place was located somewhere in the middle of a remote area, where there were no neighbors around for miles on end. The villa looked foreboding and ominous, with its dark windows and unkempt yard. It looked like they have abandoned the house for a while. This was the perfect setting to kill someone and hide their body.

Andrew opened the trunk and forcefully dragged Alexa out. She's been struggling inside the entire ride, trying to get free, but the bonds tied around her had been very tight. Her body trembled, and shivers traveled down to her spine as she felt the chilly wind blow. Andrew carried her on his shoulders like a sack of potatoes. He walked inside the abandoned villa, where dry leaves, broken furniture, rusty railings, and cobwebs littered the area.

When they reached what looked like the living room, her father removed the blindfold, and she gasped.

'Where is this place? Is this where he's going to kill me? But I'm his daughter.' She thought to herself.

"D-dad, w-why are we here? Did I upset you again?"

"What did I do? I won't do it again."

"I promise... I promise I will follow your orders." she swallowed, knowing she said that just to get out of there.

"I will do whatever you want."

"Please, I'm begging you. Let's go home... Please... I'm scared." Stuttering, she begged her father, but Andrew scoffed and shook his head at her.

"You want your freedom?" Andrew held Alexa's face with one hand, pinching her cheeks together, tight enough to make her wince in pain. "I'll show you freedom."

"Remember my partner, Max? He owns you now. I don't know why, but he wants you to be his wife." He looked at her in disgust. And her eyes grew large.

"I owe him a lot, so I said yes. You will marry him. Understood?!" Andrew smirked, and Alexa felt woozy. "Marry that disgusting pig? No way!" Just thinking about his face made her want to throw up.

Alexa knew Max, indeed. He would always visit her dad, and whenever she would eavesdrop in their conversations, it was never good. He would always talk about the drugs he was smuggling and the girls they were shipping out to work as sex slaves. Max Willies is Andrew's partner in an illegal drug syndicate, transporting drugs in and around the city. He was also the second in command to the most notorious underground Mafia organization in the country.

Alexa could not believe her own father would agree to sell her to that old hog when she just turned 20 and was half his age. Max could have easily been her father. It gave her the impression that her dad didn't love her enough to think about her well-being. And now, she has lost all hope that her dad would learn to love her.

"Dad, don't you love me?" A tear escaped her eye.

"I love you, Dad. Please don't give me to him." She begged as another tear ran down her face.

"Why... why don't you love me?" The thought of being handed over to someone just to pay his debts made her heartbreak. He looked around with his flashlight, searching for something in the dark.

"If you loved my mother so much, why can't you love me? I'm your daughter... I did nothing wrong." She tried to stop her tears from falling because she didn't want to look weak in front of him. In saying those words, she hoped her father's heart would melt, and he would set her free.

But she was wrong.

Andrew smirked as he dragged her around. "Are you done with your drama?" he asked while removing the ties from her hands. She felt relieved at the thought that her dad was releasing her. But it was a mistake, thinking he might feel something for her other than hate.

Her father tied her up on a post in the middle of the living room, something she did not notice in her confusion. Tears streamed down her cheeks when Andrew left her alone in the dark. Self-pity and helplessness overcame her emotions. She felt the need to give up and kill herself.

'No, Alexa... You're better than this... You are strong. Find a way to escape.' She tried to calm herself, to figure a way out of her predicament... and from this misery.

Out of the shadows, another man appeared, holding a much stronger flashlight, rendering her blind. She could not see his face. "Ahh... Alexa... There you are..." he said excitedly.

Max's eyes ignited with lust as he slowly walked in Alexa's direction. She was wearing a very well-worn white, lace, flowy nightgown with long sleeves that reached to her knees, making her look wraithlike and her milky skin glow in the dark. In her struggle, the neckline of her gown slipped, exposing her right shoulder, showing the lace of her bra. Her skirt hitched up higher on her waist when she struggled to sit up, giving him a glimpse of her creamy white thighs.

Alexa felt mortified the second he got closer, the large scar running across his right eye had always scared her, but the rest of him looked like any normal guy, he was not that fit, the bulge of his tummy showed underneath the black suit and pants he was wearing. With his tie loose around the neck, he grinned from ear to ear, showing his yellowish teeth. He looked at her with malicious intent, and this made Alexa want to puke.

"Please, Max... Spare me, I beg of you." Alexa pleaded as he drew closer. Max's laugh grew louder as it echoed in the empty walls.

"Can't you see... I'm helping you get your freedom from your dad." Max caressed her face using the back of his fingers, trailing it from her neck to her exposed shoulders. Alexa tried to squirm away, but her ties offered her no movement. "I know he's been torturing you for the past few years. You should thank me for saving you, right?" He caressed, then strangled, her neck.

"Besides, you're lucky enough that I chose you over the women who were begging for my attention." He whispered as he grabbed one of her legs and continued to caress its length slowly, savoring the feel of her silky skin. "I wouldn't waste my time on you if your father didn't owe me."

"Hmm... You smell good." Alexa winced as she smelled Max's foul breath when he came closer to her face, sniffing her hair. 'Did he even brush his teeth? His breath makes me want to faint.' She thought.

Max untied her, which gave her relief. "Don't worry. I am better than your father. I am richer... I can give you everything you need, but not your freedom, because you are always going to be mine." He smirked. Alexa felt disgusted, so she spat in his face.

"You son of a B1tc#!" He slapped Alexa so hard she saw stars. The impact was so strong that his palm got imprinted on her face, and blood dripped down her lips. "Do you know how hard it is for me to be this nice? Let me teach you a lesson."

Alexa gasped when Max pushed her to the ground. In one swift move, he was on top of her, trapping both of her hands tightly above her head using one hand while the other caressed her body from her breast to her thighs. "This will be your punishment." He whispered, making her shiver.

Max tried to kiss her with his wet, sloppy, disgusting mouth. Alexa tried to avoid it by turning her head the other way and twisting her body, but he pressed his body closer, leaving no space between them.

'He will not get me. I will not let him take me. I need to get out of here.' She thought. Alexa tries to fight back, but the man is bigger and heavier. How can she overpower him? She hears her top being torn apart and closes her eyes, asking the heavens to take pity on her.

Max smirked upon seeing Alexa with her eyes closed. "You like it, don't you?" He says as he grabs her breast and licks her neck. She whines and Max, blinded with lust, thinks of it as a moan of acceptance. "Yes, make more noise," he grinds his groin against hers, letting her feel his bulge. Alexa was helpless, but she prayed she'd have her opportunity soon.

When he couldn't take any more foreplay, he pulled away from her lower body and unbuckled his pants. Alexa saw this moment to knee Max in the crotch, making him double over in pain.

This was her chance to escape. Alexa got out of the house and ran in the direction she assumed led to the streets. She didn't stop until her feet reached a paved roadway, where she paused and cried while trying to wipe away all the kisses Max left on her mouth and her skin. "That disgusting pig with his stinky breath tried to rape me. Good thing I got away." It took a while for her to get here. With no shoes on her feet, she had to scramble through rocky and thorny terrain, and only her adrenalin kept her going. She had run for her life even though her body told her it was tired and couldn't take any more abuse. But she couldn't do that. Max might still be on her tail. She stopped and gasped for air, turning around to see if he had followed her. When she was sure nobody was behind her, she felt relieved but did not stop.

Alexa walked across the paved road, to the other side of the street to put more distance between her and Max. But the light of an oncoming car dazzled her like a deer caught in the headlights. She stood there, terrified, her body frozen and unable to move as the car approached and kept on honking. She tightly closed her eyes and clenched her fist as she heard a long beep of the horn, praying to God to save her yet again.

Thankfully the car stopped right in time, the bumper only a few inches away from her leg. When Alexa felt the car halt, she opened her eyes... and fainted.

A man wearing a three-piece black suit got out of the private plane, followed by his right-hand man. "Clear my schedule for today. I'm visiting the hideout for a surprise inspection." The right-hand man nodded at his instruction, contacting the people who had appointments with the CEO while he guided them to the car waiting beside the plane.

Ethan Reed, CEO of the top Luxury Car Company in the world, Elite Motors. Aside from selling top-of-the-line, unique cars, he also established a foundation for the victims of physical and sexual abuse, which he called Savior's Foundation. Because of this institution, he received multiple awards, such as the Novel Awardee of this generation, the Most Successful CEO in the country and around the world, the Most Influential Young Bachelor, and the Most Powerful Young Man in the country. Even the President of the country bows to him.

Aside from all that, Ethan is a gorgeous man and has an angelic face. He has the perfect build, fair skin, tall, perfect jawline, long pointed nose, and thin almond eyes that captivate women's hearts. All over the country, women seek him out and throw themselves at him whenever they get the chance. But in his 30 years of existence, not a single woman has captured his attention.

What they didn't know was behind his angelic face and being the so-called Savior-of-the-country, he has a hidden character.

Ethan is the most powerful Lord of all Mafias. They have branded him as 'The Devil-Reaper.' Known as the ruthless, merciless, and cold-hearted king who is a threat to everyone who wants to mess with him. He tortures people, kills them to seek justice, and even the government couldn't do anything about it. To cover his identity Ethan usually wears a mask whenever he goes to their hideout. Only a few of them know his real identity as the CEO and the Mafia Lord, and they were Willard, his driver, and Austin Morris, his best friend, and right-hand man.

They were on their way to the hideout, located in a remote area miles away from the city proper. From around the bend in the road, Willard saw a figure in a white dress crossing the dark, unlit highway.

"Master, Austin, I see a young lady up ahead, and I think she needs help." Austin looked at Ethan sitting at the back, asking for his approval on whether or not they should help her. Before he could answer, Willard frantically honks the horn and steps on the brake so hard they all get catapulted from their seats, reminding them they were lucky to be wearing their seatbelts.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Ethan ground his teeth.

"My apologies, Master. I didn't mean to step on the breaks... It's just that the young lady crossed the street and just stood there. I didn't want to hit her." Willard explained. Ethan released a long, deep sigh out of frustration.

"Are you sure you didn't hit her? Where is she now?" Austin asked while looking out the windshield.

Ethan frowned. He instructed Austin to check on the young lady.

"Ethan, she fainted. What will we do with her?" Austin asked, worry clear on his face. "There's something here. She looked like she's been abused."

Ethan got out of the car. He tucked his gun behind him, looked around for potential threats, and checked on the young lady. He frowned when he saw her face was swollen and had bloodstains on the side of her lips. Somebody had definitely beaten her up. Aside from her face, most of her white dress was torn, and her feet looked bloody and muddy at the same time. 'It looks like someone tried to rape her.' He thought.

"Let's go back to the Villa." He instructed. Austin stooped down to carry the unconscious lady, but Ethan stopped him.

"Don't touch her. Let me do it. Just open the door." Austin nodded.

He easily lifted the lady in his arms, like she was made of thin air, and laid her gently beside him in the backseat of his car.

Inside the vehicle, while they were on their way to the villa, Austin and Willard couldn't help but sneak peeks in the rear-view mirror, wondering about Ethan's behavior. How could a well-known billionaire and the king of all Mafia care for a lady... a stranger? They looked at each other for a second, and the same thoughts ran through their mind. 'She caught the Devil's attention.'

Ethan did not notice any of this happening as he stared at the face of the wounded young lady. She was filthy, but underneath the grime and the dirt, he could see she was lovely, and there was something about her that attracted him, and to which he had no explanation. Maybe he pitied her and didn't want to see her get abused? Who knows, all he could think about was he wanted to care for her. He couldn't help but grit his teeth. 'Whoever laid their hand on you will surely face the Devil.' He thought as his fists clenched.

The servants were lined up at the entrance to the villa as customary, waiting to receive the homeowner and help with anything, but Ethan didn't see the need to ask anyone to help carry the young lady inside. Instead, he carried her protectively close to his body, hiding her face, leaving the servants in confusion. They wondered who the lady was but didn't bother to ask for fear of getting fired.

Ethan stopped at the bottom of the staircase. He then turns around and orders Austin. "Austin, go find a female doctor and send her to my room. Ask the court maid to prepare the room next to mine. Buy new clothes for our visitors and tell our designer to get here, fast."

Austin bows his head then as a sign of respect. "Roger that," He said, then excused himself to make a phone call.

Ethan laid her gently on his bed and threw a blanket over her. The young lady winced as he tried to caress her face.

"Don't, please... no," Alexa kept on squirming and begging while she was asleep. 'She's having a bad dream.' Ethan could just imagine what happened to her, and it made him want to kill the person who harmed her.

Ethan caressed the young lady's hair carefully this time and whispered sweet nothings while she slept. His other hand was holding hers to reassure her. "Hush now... you are safe. Don't worry... You are with me." The young lady calmed down, her knitted brows eased from their wrinkle, but she didn't relax her grip, and kept on holding onto him.

An hour and a half later, Ethan heard a knock on his door. It was Austin, with a doctor following behind him.

"Master, the doctor is here."

Ethan instructed the doctor to check her thoroughly and implied that she could not leave until he knew everything that had happened to her.

The doctor asked for two maids to help clean up and change the clothes of the unknown young lady while she examined her. Ethan assigned Ina and Maxime to the doctor's care before excusing himself to give them privacy.

The doctor asked the maids to call Ethan when she finished examining the unconscious lady. "I gave the patient a mild sedative to help her heal. She has several broken ribs, her face will be swollen for a while, her nose was slightly bent but not broken, there were scars on her foot, I assume from walking a long distance. Some old scars on her back that have long healed, not to mention she is malnourished and dehydrated. I left an IV to replenish her fluids. She's safe from danger, but she still needs to go to the hospital for an X-ray as soon as she wakes up." Ethan nodded.

"Was she... violated?"

"Not that I know of. I don't have the tools to check her here, but if you send her to the hospital, we can verify the results. Or you can just ask her."

The doctor left a long list of prescriptions for the young lady with instructions on how to administer them, and Ethan instructed Willard to buy them right away.

It took 5 days before the young lady finally woke up. And in those days, Ethan kept vigil the whole time, leaving the house only for the most important meetings, and when he was gone, Ina and Maxime were there to tend to her.

"Who are you?"