17 Gang Meeting

After the shower I went and found Viper downstairs.

"Are you ready?" He asked.

"Yes." I responded.

"Where are we going?" I asked him unsure of the place. He usually doesn't take me anywhere. Since the day I was healing I have been stuck in the room.

"You are going to meet some of my people."

"But…" There are no but you are meeting them, end of discussion!" He argued. I don't know what he is planning but I don't like one bit of it. I don't want to be connected to him or his gang in any way. I admit that he has been taking care of me like a queen, but I still don't belong here.

I thought we were interrupted when Viper told me to follow him.

We want down the hallway to the last door. It was a big meeting room. In the middle of the room was a round table with 12 chairs. There was a desk with a computer and a phone. The room was beautifully decorated.

"What is this room?" I asked.

"Meeting room." Was the only short response I got.

"Let's sit down." He said. Soon people started coming looking at me weirdly. Never in my life has I felt out of place. I don't even know what they are talking about. I thought I was not needed until one man had to put me in their discussion.

"Who is she?" One of the men asked. I could tell he didn't like me being there. He was staring at me with a nasty glare.

"She is mine, your future lady, and you all will respect her! I don't tolerate ill manners! Do I make that clear?" He yelled at him who was questioning. Everyone nodded in unison.

"Does anyone have any questions about her!?" I could tell he was angry that they questioned who I was. I mean I could understand why they will, but he should at least discuss it with me before he claims me at his own will. Ugh! Just thinking about it is making my brain fried.

After the meeting was over, he took me to the dinning room to eat. Man I was starving. The room was filled with many delicacies. There were chicken wings, mashed potatoes with gravy, corn, bread, soup, and many more.

As always we ate in silence until he decided to talk to me.

"I will take you shopping for clothes later."

'Did he just say shopping? I question myself.'

"Did you say you will take me shopping?" I asked to make sure I was not dreaming. The boss himself took me shopping. Even though I prefer to go by myself.

"Yes." As we finished eating, I remembered what he said in the meeting and decided to make it clear to him who I am.

"I need to talk to you privately"

"Okay come to my office." He stated.

We went to his office which was grand. The walls were painted black with gold design. There was a big comfy sofa. The room was colder than I expected.

"Come in, don't just stand there."

I got straight to the point as I sat down on the sofa.

"In the meeting room you said I was the future lady, what do you mean by that?"

"I mean what I said, you are mine and the future lady."

"I am not yours, I don't want anything to do with you!"

"You don't have a kitten, you are mine whether you like it or not."

"I am not an object, I have feelings and you forcing me won't help it. I have no feeling for you and I hate you!" I was yelling. I don't understand how he could be stuck up.

"You will love me later. Now you are just confused." He yelled.

"Do you know I could be the target for your enemy if they know about what you said!"

"Trust me babe I will protect you, no one will harm you."

"Listen you dimwit, I don't want you or love you. I want my old life back. I hate you and this damn place. I am not involving myself with no gang!" I was not thinking rational anymore, he was more than what I could handle. He was crazy and obsessed.

"You will respect me and come to like me! You will not leave me! If I have to kill to keep you here, then I will! You are mine and you will stay with me till death do we part!"

"You don't under…." Before I could even finish, his lips came crashing to me, kissing me roughly, and urgently. He backed me up to the wall and held my hand above my hand making me unable to push him away. I was trapped there. His free hand roamed my back squezzing my but making me gasp. Which gave him the opportunity to insert his tongue.

His tongue was tasting every last bit of me. It was getting hard to breathe so I tried to free myself with a failed attempt.

Eventually he let go. I was breathing harshly. Once my hands were free I slapped him. Yep I did. I was so angry with myself, and him. I could not believe he is making me free a certain way. I do hate him, but I can't bring myself to hate him. Seeing him upset pained me. I don't even understand myself anymore. What is happening to me?