Chapter Four

He gazed back at Amaya, only to find her glaring murderously at him – he couldn't comprehend how much she hated perverts. 

Yet, he didn't mind her glare – she'd be his. He'd make sure of that. "Hate me all you want, red hair, you'll eventually be mine" Kross winked before he left luxuriously. 

Amaya was soon left all alone with… Kris. He took a step forward before staring blankly at her. 

"Look up" Instantaneously, she carried out the instruction, but oh God…!

Once her eyes met with those emerald green eyes of hers, Amaya nearly drooled at them – how could a man appear this enchanting?

He had this usual pale skin, yet his whitish-coloured hair complimented it amazingly. Aside from that, his outfit, although simple, made him more surreal. A simple t-shirt but with the sleeves rolled up, and a few buttons opened, his well-chiseled chest was in view. 

Amaya was certain this individual was more than six feet and with this type of appearance, it made her wonder why he wasn't drowned in the pool of women. 

But should she be thinking about something like that in this situation? 

Silently, he leaned closer to Amaya, only to make her palpate suddenly. She assumed he wanted to take advantage of her body like Kross, but unexpectedly, Amaya had a handful of her hair gripped. 

Kris's fingers clenched the fluffy curls of her red hair, with his face mere inches from hers – she could practically feel his minty breath. 

"The pendant, you have until the end of this evening to provide it. Okay?" Kris hushed and she nodded her head shakily. 

He straightened up then turned to leave. "A guard will be assigned to you. If you're not back before 7 pm, I'll track you down again, and once you're caught without my pendant, you're my property".

His utterance sent countless shivers down Amaya's spine, yet she couldn't speak as he walked out. 

Once he left, her jaw dropped in amazement. What had she gotten herself into?

Soon, the cab driver came in to untie her. Afterwards, he led Amaya into a posh limousine. 

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Despite how much she dissented, her newly assigned bodyguard refused to wait for her in the limo. Perhaps he assumed that she would run off, so he trailed after Amaya to Calvin's ward. 

Yes, the sole person she could think of running to for help was Calvin – he technically was the only person she had in the entire world. 

Again, the money generated from selling the pendant did go into his operation. Amaya assumed they'd both figure something out unless it would spell her complete slavery to the Graveyard leader. 

The thought of being a slave to Kross made her tremble in disgust – no doubt he would turn her into a sex slave. Amaya would rather die than give her virginity to a man like Kross - never!

That wasn't the only thing that frightened her; to say Kris didn't make her skin crawl was a big fat lie. 

She did admire his beautiful appearance, yet she feared him. She needed Calvin to pour her heart into, so increased her pace to his ward. 

Once she arrived, Amaya glared coldly at the guard. "There's not a chance in hell you're going in here with me. Just wait here, it won't kill you, trust me" She rolled her eyes nastily at him. 

Amaya grabbed hold of the doorknob, twisted it then pulled it just to behold the most heartbreaking and shocking scene of her entire life. 

Her jaw dropped swiftly and so did her heart shatter too. Her eyes, now enlarged, kept gawking at Calvin who's been riding enthusiastically by… Sandra – the fucking doctor!

They were engrossed in their sensual lovemaking since her moans dominated the entire room. 

"N-no!" Amaya's legs gave way as her butt kissed the floor, hardly yet she maintained her gaze on them. By now, her entire body shivered uncontrollably like that of a drenched cat. 

Calvin and Sandra, on the other hand, were in the middle of their hot workout. His hands were gripping her naked backside possessively while she bounced, twisted and twerked crazily on him. 

The sounds of her moans weren't controlled, since she kept moaning like a bear in heat. Amaya's pains and tears couldn't be controlled as they poured out in multiples. 

The guard Flynn noticed how dumbfounded she seemed and when he snuck a peek into the ward, he shook his head at the sight. Her boyfriend was something. 

He gazed at her, then pulled out his gun. 

"You need a gun?" he questioned causally, and Amaya stood up shakily from the ground. 

Sharply she took it from him, then without thinking stepped into the ward. Her eyes were bloodshot red as she aimed at Sandra's thigh. 

Once she pulled the trigger and the bullet pierced Sandra, they noticed her presence. 

"Christ!" Sandra screamed in excruciating pain as she rolled off Calvin, who became fearful. His eyes dimmed shockingly at the sight of Amaya with a gun. 

"A-Amaya? Li… Listen!" he tried to explain, but she shut him up by shooting three consecutive bullets into his right leg. He shouted in agony, but Amaya couldn't care less. 

To think, she trusted and got herself into such a mess with some mafias because of this piece of shit!

It hurt – it hurt to the extent she couldn't even scream at him.

"I… I… fuck you, Calvin! Screw you" her voice came as a mutter before she left them wailing in pain. 

In the limo, she bowed her head and whimpered while Flynn began driving. Athena didn't mind the presence of Flynn as she poured her heart out, and he glanced at her through the rearview mirror. He sighed gently before speaking:

"A bar. That's what you need".

"I don't think your situation could get any worse." He spoke casually, yet meant every word.