Chapter 31: Chapter 31

DRESDEN'S POV

I started walking away from her. I needed to be far away from her. I needed to think and think hard. I didn't understand why I felt this huge knot in my chest. It felt like I was letting my guards down. Why did it seem like she was replacing my princess? She fucking reminded me a lot about Nevaeh. So beautiful, so naive, so stubborn, always dared to talk back at me, rolled her eyes when I said something she wasn't okay with, and even stuck her tongue out at me. But most especially, she had a heart of gold, just like Nevaeh. It was scary how both had a lot of similar traits. Blondes, blue eyes, plump lips, big boobs, wide hips, a big butt, so short, and every other thing. Why did it feel like she was reliving my Nevaeh?

You can't let that happen, Dre, your heart belongs to Nevaeh and her only. Dead or alive. Don't let this girl come in. She's not good for you.

Is that really what you want? I think Ana was right. Give it a shot first. Avatia is a nice girl.

My mind was saying a completely different thing from my heart if at all I still had a heart. Before Nevaeh came into my life, I had always been that cold-blooded beast who killed for pleasure. That monster that even the cops kept my identity hidden for national security. That monster that never smiled unless he was killing somebody.

Yes. That was the monster that my father made me become. Then Nevaeh came in. She brought smiles and happiness along. I wondered what I did to deserve such a sweet naive girl. I was used to random fucks. Never known love. But she showed me, love. She'd always dreamt of being a princess so I made her one. I made her my princess. And just when things couldn't get any better than they already were, she was murdered. Killed with no mercy. And the worst thing was, she was pregnant with my child. When she died, I wondered what good life could offer it had already taken away the best part of my life. I went back to the beast I was, only to come across another princess. No way. I had to stop myself from thinking about her because I knew what could happen to her if she was with me. I was not good and deserving of such people. They were too good for the monster that I was.

Apart from me wanting to look at Avatia the same way I looked at Nevaeh. Call her princess till she turned out to be my real princess. But I knew it was only going to break me in the end. I was a monster and monsters had to be far away from angels. Even if it was going to make me regret it later on, I had to let go of Avatia. For her good. Before I could eventually fall for her. Or had I already fallen for her? Hell no!

If you ask me, I think you should try and see where all this goes rather than thinking you're not good for her.

I shook my head. I had to reason with my head and not my heart. Reasoning with the heart is for weaklings.

I didn't want to risk the life of her and her mother, that was why I had to get them as far away from me as possible.

AVATIA's POV

I knew he wasn't going to eat the food when he didn't even turn around. I walked back to the dining room and cleared the table, putting the food in the microwave. I just hoped he was gonna eat it. I helped Ana round the house to stop myself from thinking so much about him. I was glad at how time passed. Soon, Ana left and I retired to my room. I hadn't eaten since morning. I didn't have the appetite to eat.

I showered and wore my transparent nightie. I couldn't stop thinking about my mother. Had he found her already? Was she in good shape? Where was she? All these questions kept disturbing me and I realized I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon. I looked at the digital clock in the room. 9:50 p.m. already? Why did time fly so fast? I needed a glass of milk if I was gonna sleep tonight. I did not see the need of wearing a robe since I knew no one was going to see me like this. Mr. Black was probably asleep already and the guards didn't get into the house. I walked to the kitchen but stopped when I saw the lights in the kitchen were on. I was sure I switched it off. I heard the clattering of dishes in the kitchen. Oh my goodness, there was a thief in the house. I slowly walked and picked one of the lamps and then quietly made my way to the kitchen. Whoever was in there was gonna get it hot from me. As I got in, relief washed over me seeing that it was my boss in there and that he was eating the food I made from him. But then again, I felt like a dummy holding a lamp.

His back was facing me as he ate peacefully. "Stop acting like a dumb ass, walking about with a lamp. You think a thief would be stupid enough to get in here?" He asked nonchalantly.

My mouth hung open. How did he know I was holding a lamp. For Pete's sake, he wasn't looking at me. I walked back to the sitting room and kept the lamp, walking back to the kitchen. Then I made my way to the fridge and got out a bottle of milk. I didn't want to say anything cause I knew myself very well, it wasn't difficult to blurt out something stupid.

I could feel his eyes on me and I immediately became aware of what I was wearing. I didn't even have a bra on. My face flushed at once. I knew how red I already was. I immediately walked behind the counter so he wouldn't see me well. "Nice nightie." He said casually.

I poured some milk into the glass and drank halfway. "Thank you." I wanted to say something. I desperately needed to talk. "You like the food?"

He nodded, still no expression on his face.

"You still mad at me?" I needed to tread carefully.

He shook his head. At least he wasn't. I smiled a little. I needed to know about my mother's whereabouts. "Uh...can I ask you a question?"

"You've already been asking a lot of questions, why take permission now?" He mused.

I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. He was right. "Did you find my mom already?"

He nodded and it felt like the weight of all my problems was being lifted off my shoulders. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "She's in good shape. But when we go back to Manhattan, I'm sending you both back to Ohio."

My eyes widened. "What?"

"You guys need to leave." He said like he just didn't care about our opinion.

I shook my head and folded my arms in front of me. I knew I was gonna lose my patience with him. "You can't just send us away, mister. You just don't make such decisions. I have school and my mom has a job. We left Ohio for personal reasons and you just feel like you can send us back?"

He looked at me. Surprised that I spoke to him in that manner. "Watch your tongue when talking to me. We're not mates."

The nerve of this guy. "Well watch your decisions. I don't know what's wrong with you? Do you think you're the only one with bruised feelings here? First, you almost knocked me down, then you made me lose my job, forced me to work for you, got me into your mess, dragged my mom into it as well, brought me to Italy, and now you just want to send us back to Ohio. What about my education? My friends? My mom?

Did you even think of all those factors?" I retorted. I didn't even know what got into me. Maybe it was my PMS. It was my PMS. But I knew it felt good to let out all my frustrations.

He ran his fingers through his hair and I knew he was controlling his anger but I didn't care. "You're leaving and that's final."

"You know what, you're a sicko. You're crazy in the head. I'm not gonna waste my time talking to you." I didn't even know where I got the courage to talk to him like this. It was my PMS reacting. I don't even know what got into me.

He took a step towards me, his eyes darkening. "Take that back."

I shook my head. My heart was about to explode in my chest out of fear. I was terrified. "Or else?"

He walked over to me, taking slow steps at a time. I was already leaning against the counter so there was no way to run. I gulped. He was gonna kill me, that I knew for sure. He pulled out his knife from his pocket. His eyes were dark as night. I couldn't even make my brain think of my last prayer, tears were already streaming down my cheeks.

D-dear God...pl-lease help...help me.

As if on cue, his phone rang. I knew it was an important call since he stepped back and walked out of the room to answer it.

Man, that was close.

WHAT THE HELL GOT INTO OUR GIRL? that was close. Talking like that to Mr. Black? She must be crazy.

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