The Other Side of The Mafia

He deliberately grabbed my loose hair. His hands gripped tightly.

"Don't try to play with Nevelas. Do you understand!" his orders.

I bowed my head again, I had given up with all the stories of this life. Ask for mercy for what? My heart was broken with all the treatment.

"Look at me!" Nevelas snapped as he lifted my face.

"What do you want? Release me, Master. I beg you!" I said trying to calm things down. I hoped he would feel sorry for me who had put on a pitiful face.

"I've always wanted you, Tatiana! And remember, no matter how you ask to be free, I won't grant it! Because you are my life," he said as he caressed his cheek and continued to run down his neck.

I didn't understand what he was saying, and all I did was frown. "I'm the life, how can that be? We've only met for two days," I mumbled while thinking.

"You don't remember, Tatiana?" he asked again.

Answering Nevelas' question, I just shook my head, because I really don't remember it.

"If you don't remember it, then you are a sincere person to help. But, I'm not sure that you don't remember it at all!" He looked at me suspiciously.

"I don't remember it, sir. Maybe you got the wrong person?"

Nevelas approached me, and he roughly removed the cardigan I was wearing. He pulled me off the table to stand with my back to him.

"What's this scar?" Nevelas asked as he touched a gunshot wound from one year ago. I remember, I was helping a man who was injured by a gunshot. Slowly I led him to a safe place. However, I don't remember it anymore, after feeling the shot hit my back which was wrapped in a black leather jacket.

"That's a gunshot wound, sir! One year ago," I replied without glancing or turning to look at him.

One touch from Nevelas' lips, gently kissing the scar. I'm still stuck. Without further ado, his arms wrapped around my waist and rested his chin on my shoulder.

"Thank you!"

"For what, sir?" I asked still not understanding his treatment.

"It's not time for you to know yet, Miss." He whispered right beside her ear. His breath was so warm.

"We're leaving now!" asked Nevelas while throwing the cardigan I was wearing into the trash. I was shocked to see his behavior. Spontaneously I turned around and took the cardigan back.

"Throw away!" he ordered in a high pitched voice.

"It's Clara's, sir. You have no right!" I replied so annoyed with his behavior that did not respect other people's goods.

"Then I'll replace it with a better and more expensive of course!"

"Money can't buy everything, sir. Including trust? And I lent it from Clara, I should have taken care of it!" I obviously hope he understands and lowers his ego a bit.

"Up to you!" He grabbed the cardigan and threw it on the sofa. He grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the elevator door.

***

"Does he not want to live anymore? Give him a lash until he is exhausted! Today, let him be hungry and thirsty!" Nevelas hung up the phone with an annoyed face. His fist clenched against his thigh.

I saw and heard how he treated his captives. Will I be like them when I fight him? My body felt a sense of dread again. As I was thinking, his gaze turned to me.

"What are you thinking?" Nevelas asked, sticking out his chin.

"Ehm, nothing! Just digesting a little about your personality, sir," I replied to cover the fear that began to dominate.

"Are you afraid to be with me?" he asked flatly as he sipped the wine that was available in his favorite limousine.

"I don't know. Is there an option to refuse this marriage? There isn't one, is there?" I asked as I stared at him for a moment.

Hearing my answer, he drew the line of his lips into a smile. Then he put his index finger and thumb together to form an O, a sign he totally agreed with my statement.

"I like your answer! Smart, good girl! Indeed, there is no choice for you, other than to do what I want," he answered, making his chest feel tight.

"And remember! If you try to run away from me, I won't hesitate to hurt your treasure-hungry Papa!" He deliberately suppressed his voice so I could understand all his threats.

Taking a deep breath is what I'm doing at this point. "I know my position, Mr Nevelas!"

In the car, I just watched his activities that could not be separated from the laptop. I don't know what he's doing? Every now and then he drank wine and put it on a small table on the edge of a chair.

After a while, the car stopped. A bodyguard opened the car door for him. I looked at Nevelas and he motioned for me with his hand to code for me to leave first. Then he got out of the car.

Nevelas's eyes did not leave as if he was looking around where his car was parked. He whispered something to the bodyguard which was answered immediately with a nod.

Nevelas took me into a famous boutique. I also entered this boutique when my mother's brother got married and ordered a dress here. Although, the price of the dress is super expensive but the process is fast and neat.

"Why are we here, sir?" I asked casually to break the silence between us. However, again he just smiled for a moment and put on a grim face again.

Two people bowed and bowed part of their bodies, when welcoming us.

"Please, ladies and gentlemen, choose the dress you want to wear or order the design yourself," offered a girl with a bun hairstyle.

"Summon, your master? Say Nevelas is coming to see him!"

"Yes sir?

The shopkeeper left us. After waiting for a few minutes, a beautiful woman in a beige mini dress, combined with a shirt, looked out of her study, which was followed by the waitress.

"Nevelas! Honey, how are you?" he asked kindly. But, it makes my heart even more disgusted to see them hugging while pressing their cheeks. "Just met it's like this," I thought.

"Is there anything I can help?" asked the woman whose name I didn't know.

"I'm getting married tomorrow, can you choose a dress for this girl?" Nevelas asked him.

The woman who looked older than me approached with a smile that made her face blush even more.

"Your choice is not wrong, Honey! She is so pretty! Wow, I like your body! I will choose the best dress for you," said the woman, while taking me to see various dresses. Meanwhile, Nevelas was still sitting looking at me like he didn't blink.

"How about this, Honey?" He showed a simple dress, but so luxurious with a sprinkling of Swarovski adorn.

"Up to you, Adley! I'm going with this girl!" Nevelas said as he looked at me.

"How?" Adley asked me.

"I like this, Adley! I'm just wearing this one," I replied, flipping through a beautiful dress that I had never imagined before. However, this heart is very torn as Rangga will be disappointed if he finds out that I will marry someone else.

Adley led me into the dressing room and I followed him. She helped me to put on the dress, after finishing with all the makeup she asked me out.

"Honey, look your future wife! Beautiful!" Adley clearly praised.

Nevelas smiled, then he got up to approach me.

Dor! Dor!

The sound of gunfire from outside could be heard clearly. Nevelas quickly pulled me into the fitting room. Meanwhile, Adley and the boutique waiter entered his study.

"Nevelas Vernon! I'm waiting for you outside. We've knocked out the damn bodyguards! Get out or I blast this boutique!" shouted a man.