CHAPTER 31

White Lion's POV

I moved closer to her, with each step I took I fell more into her charm. Standing a few inches away from her, my heart beat stopped.

All I wanted to do at that moment was to kiss her, it wasn't love at first sight I knew that. It was more like passion, I craved her skin and wanted her so bad. It was lust, a fire blazing desire to have her in my arms.

I held her chin up and smiled. The guys must not know about my feelings for her yet, they must think that this was all a game_for her sake and mine.

"I like her spirit. It is always fun breaking her likes. Leave this one for me." I chuckled darkly. "You are mine." I said to her, my voice as commanding as usual.

She started to shake, teardrops fell down her beautiful face. I felt guilty for making her fear but it was all to protect her. My thoughts were distracted and clouded I just wanted to whisk her away to another world where we could both live peacefully.

It was the first time in a long time that I wished that I didn't chose this kind of life. That I wasn't a criminal, a gang leader. I wished that I was just an ordinary man so that nothing would complicate my love for her.

I stared at her, not taking my eyes of her. Her eyes widened after I just killed one of my men because of her and caused another to bleed all for her. I didn't want to hurt anyone in front of her, but anytime I see a man touch her a switch in my head goes off and I just want to kill them. All of them.

It was for her that my heart started to beat again after the death of my mother.

I wanted her but in the most purest of ways and I knew she had no good opinions about me both from what she has heard and what she saw me do. It hurt.

For the first time I wondered if I could ever be loved after all my mistakes and after all my crimes. The answer to this hit me with all frankness.

No one could ever love a monster like me and If I wanted to get her to love me_which I did with all of my heart, then I had to become an angel. I had to become her angel. But how does a devil turn into an angel.

I had them take her to my house and I had the pleasure of touching her, of kissing her, but it was not enough. I wanted more. I wanted her to love me too but not as me, no, I didn't want her to end up like my mother.

She reminded me so much of my her, the innocent young teenage virgin that fell for the ruthless gang leader. I was afraid that my mothers fate would befall her and I had seen it in her eyes, the defiance, the suppressed desire for me.

There was a connection between us and If I had continued to touch her, if I had been her first then she would have been stuck with me. I didn't want that for her, I wanted her to be the angel she had always been.

I wanted her to live a long and fulfilled life so I had to leave against my self. My whole body, my mind and soul ached to have her but I had to think of her first.

Walking down the flight of stairs I suddenly thought of a perfect plan to have her as mine which I must. But to establish this plan I had to talk to someone special, someone who was once an ally and could be one again. The person I trusted the most.

"Boss where are you up to?" Marcus asked, when I got to the front porch of my house. He was talking on the phone with someone and his face was contorted in displeasure, which made me grin.

I figured that it must be one of his numerous play things. Marcus loved women.

"Nowhere important. Just make sure you keep your eyes on Mira. Don't let her leave but don't touch her. I don't want any harm to come to as much as a hair on her head." I warned.

"Sure Sir." Marcus immediately replied. He must have been taken aback by my instruction but I didn't have the time to explain to him yet.

"I will be back."