CHAPTER 12
ISLA POV'S
I have no idea what he was playing in his head when he said those words but it sounded dangerous. Just three words and they were enough to send shivers down my spine?
He was doing something, but I have no idea what he's doing.
I stared at him suspiciously, trying to make sense of what he had just said.
I was only asking a simple question but his reply made it more complex for me to understand.
What I'm I scared of? Is there something to be scared of? Am I scared to live alone with him?
Those questions crowded in my head and I hated the fact that I asked a question in the first place.
His cold aura, his dark and emotionless gaze, his blank and stern expression and that devilish smirk that had curved on his face didn't help matters at all.
I felt like a prey in the den of a predator and for the first time in that day, I regret my actions.
I should have just declined his offer and walked away. What if he had played a trick on me just to bring me here and finish me off?
He is capable of killing right? I mean he is a mafia and could kill me without batting his eyes right?
Different questions arose in my head and I had no answers.
How the hell did one question take away all my confidence?
"It seems you're seeing how you can't respond to my question" his voice cut through the silence and jolted back to reality.
I had completely forgotten to respond to his crazy question and I stood there overthinking about one question.
"I'm not scared. Why would I be scared?" I resorted and he let out a throaty chuckle as he wanted towards me.
He stopped just two steps away from me and tapped me gently on the shoulders.
His touch was warm even when I thought it would be cold like his aura. It ran through my veins and strangely I felt my stomach twist in terror.
His touch was intimidating and my skin burned as my eyes met his death gaze.
"What the fuck" I screamed mentally and it took me a while lot not to do that out loud.
"Why would you be scared of Isla? I'm not going to kill you or something. Although this house has an underground that could house more than ten dead bodies but still what would you be afraid of? I'm Leonardo De Luca not the devil" he professed.
My heart went on a pause for a few seconds before resuming at an abnormal pace. I could tell he did that to scare the living shit out of me and guess what?
He was successful.
Why the hell would he give me that kind of information which has nothing to do with me?
What? An underground with dead bodies? And what the heck did he say about not being the devil?
You gotta be kidding me! He is worse than the devil!
I swallowed hard as I felt a lump on my throat and I tried my best not to fall for his tricks. Even if I was scared, it was best not to show it to him.
"Is that supposed to make me scream in terror?" I asked acting nonchalant and he scoffed.
"Tsk, that is not my intent. I wouldn't want my little wife to get scared of her husband's house and run out in terror on her first night. Maybe another time but not today okay?" He answered and I chuckled lightly.
"Little wife? First night? What are you trying to say?" I muttered confused and he smiled.
That fucking smile! He is trying to make me regret saying those words.
"Don't worry, I won't ask you to perform your wifey duties. You are not don't need to get worked up" he replied and I felt hot for no reason.
Perform wife duties? What a pervert!
"Wifey duties my foot! You are not my type!" I yelled angrily and he frowned.
He took a step closer to me and I moved back subconsciously. I had no idea what he had planned to do but I thought it would be best to avoid it.
He chuckled lightly at my action. Before grabbing by the hands and drawing closer to himself.
I landed on his hard rock body and I felt an electric sensation in my veins. My pulse quickened, a lump formed in my throat and I suddenly forgot how to breathe.
Breathe. Breathe
I reminded myself before my gaze slowly met his blue eyes, clear as the sea but cold as ice. I had no idea they were this alluring.
I was captivated and strangely lost control of my mind, soul and body. I wanted to force myself out of his grip but those eyes pinned me down.
"I dare you to say that again!" He scoffed, his voice husky and laced with authority.
His eyes flashed with a bit of anger but disappeared and were masked with coldness in a few seconds.
What the fuck is wrong with me? Why am I hesitating? There is no way this man is my type, why the heck can't I repeat my statement?
"You are not my type!" I snapped and a smile spread across his lips.
"Did that hurt your pride?" I asked and the smile only grew wider.
"Lies!" He sneered and I frowned.
Did it hurt him so much because I told him the truth? Has no one ever regretted him before?
"What?" I murmured and he chuckled.
"You are burning?" He responded and I stared at him confused.
"What are you talking about?" I demanded.
"Your cheeks are as red as a tomato. You are all red and I'm not your type?" He scoffed, sarcasm laced in each word of his and I immediately forced myself out of his grips.
I held my cheeks, covering them with my palm. I didn't dare raise my eyes to meet him but I could hear him laughing.
This is fucking embarrassing!