Alpha Dominic
Chapter 85

Graciela's

POV

I was glad when he showed up at the warehouse, I actually thought that he is my savior, If only if known that he will turn out to be my worst nightmare. I would have been better off dead than to be stuck with him, how did I end up being in a relationship with the

Mafia Lord, why am I so unlucky?

King Dominic had been trying to reach me, but he refused to let me take his calls. When I finally got tired of his overbearing attitude, I picked up the call, ignoring his glaring look. He did not let me say anything to king Dominic, he snatched the phone from my hand and they both got into a fight, exchanging words with each other, speaking so rudely to each other. I don't know the issue between them, but whatever it is, it's really bad, I mean, so bad. He basically told the king to f**k off and he didn't minx words when he told him that he doesn't care if he is the king or not, but he won't release his hostages. I wanted to take do what I know best, I wanted to just get high and forget about everything, I just wanted to drown myself in drugs and get all these things out of my head, but he wouldn't let me take it either, he has it in this car but he wouldn't give it to me, can you believe that he called me an addict and he said he was taking me to rehab. He was taking me, Graciela to a f*****g rehabilitation center, after turning into a f*****g crackhead, he dares to use it against me, can you even believe that.

I was pissed, I was so f*****g pissed, I feel like pouncing on him and scratching out his eyes. But no, I won't try that, not unless I want to die in here because this guy doesn't seem like a guy that is ready to take it easy on me, he doesn't look like the guy I spent the night with, he looks so different, so deadly so lethal. Besides, I think king Dominic needs my help, that is why he had called me. Now I don't know what I had seen at that moment, I was sure that I had seen fangs and claws and the guys looked like a wild beast, but I'm not really sure what I had seen there, I mean, I could be delirious or something, I need a little clarification there. I'm sure Bethany would be able to clear my doubts there, but right now I have to do something to help those guys, I can't let them get killed by this guy looks like the real wild beast here. I had heard when King Dominic was trying to convince him to let them go because they had been sent here to protect me and he was right, they had been here for me, and they protected me to the best of their ability. I was the one that sneaked off and put myself in danger. Somehow, I have to try and speak up for them, but I know it can't be right now, not when he is still fuming in rage. If I dare say a word right now, he would just strangle me to death. So, I simply kept quiet, looking out the window as the car drove off, taking me to an unknown location. Sometimes I feel his eyes on me, but I just don't want to face him right now, I don't want him to see me experiencing an abnormally large tremor whilst sitting right next to him. I can feel my hands shaking uncontrollably and I know that there is no way I can stop it right now. The only thing I can do to stop it right now is to take coke, but this demon sitting next to me wouldn't let me use it. All I can do right now is to try as much as I can to hide my shaking hands, I wouldn't want him to tie me up and drag me to rehab tonight, I still need to inform my sisters about my mom's death, we need to come together and plan her funeral. I don't know why I feel the need to behave properly in front of this guy, I feel like I have to prove myself to him as if he now owns me. I think it has something to do with the way he had spoken to me when he caught me trying to steal his coke. His cruel words had sent shivers down my spine, and now I'm terrified of him, his eyes on me send shivers down my spine.

I was so lost in thought and I wasn't really looking at where we were going, but the car suddenly pulled up a dark ally and I stretched my neck and saw a huge black gate being dragged open. It felt like a prisoner being driven into a federal penitentiary, It felt like my fate had been sealed, I could feel my heart beating so fast, but I couldn't do anything about it. I turned to look at him, and he had his eyes on me as well, I guess he must have felt my nervousness from where he sat. I saw a tinge of sympathy in his eyes, but it disappeared immediately only to be replaced by his usual grim, dreadful look. Tears flowed down my cheeks as the car drove into the building. I don't know where I am right now, and with the number of security guards around the perimeter, there is absolutely no way that I'll be escaping from here. I'm dead, I'm so f*****g dead. I don't know if I should start begging him to set me free or maybe I should make a run for it seeing as the gate is still open. I thought against the latter because I know I wouldn't get even close to the gate before I get caught or worse still, I could get shot in the f*****g head for trying to make a foul out of him.

"Are you coming down yourself, or you want me to drag you down myself?" he asked in his usual stern, hoarse tone that made my heart skip a beat. I didn't know when he stepped out of the car, I didn't even know when the car door was opened, but when I followed the sound of his voice and looked up, I saw him standing by my side, looking down at me. Did he actually open the door for me, is he trying to be nice to me, or maybe he is just standing there to make sure I don't try to escape. Why am I even going in like an i***t, I can't let him kidnap me so easily, I have to put up a fight. I know I can't win and I know I can't escape this, but I have to at least try to save myself, right?

"You can't do this, I won't let you do this. You can't just kidnap me, it's not right, it's just not right. I have a family that would be looking for me, you know."

"You mean a dead mom and two sisters who seem to care more about their libido, than solving your problems? Just shut up and get down already." He spat out in disgust, sighing tiredly. That was mean, he is such a mean bastard. How can he use my mom's death to mock me, my sisters are not some selfish whores like he just painted them. Why the hell is he so mean and wicked, how did I ever fall in love with this guy?

"You're so mean. You're a mean bastard!!!

How did I ever love you, I don't want to have anything to do with you, I f*****g hate you!!!

You Bastard!!!" I yelled in anger, trying to get out and hit him with my hands, but my hands are completely useless right now. My hands are just shaking nonstop. I'm pretty sure that my whole body is shaking tremendously. But I still felt his hands on me as he held my hands and pulled me out of the car and carried me across his shoulder. I struggled and yelled at him, telling him to put me down but he didn't budge, he didn't even listen to a word I'm saying. When I wouldn't stop hitting his back, he spanked my b**t so hard that my entire body stopped shaking immediately. I mean, my tremors stopped immediately and all I could feel was a tingling sensation all over my body, and I could feel my pant getting wet. Gosh, I can't even believe myself. This guy practically kidnapped me and brought me here, how can I be getting wet for him, why the hell am I feeling this way?

"Now that's it, baby girl. I like you better when you are submissive." He said huskily, keeping his hand on my ass, rubbing it gently, making me get wetter down there. He kept walking into the house, taking me u a winding staircase. He stopped when he got to the top of the stairs, he turned around to leave instructions if his boys, speaking Spanish so I don't hear what he just said, I guess. He turned around and continued walking down a long corridor. He stopped in front of a door and he pushed it open and walked right in, switching on the light as soon as he got in. He threw me on the bed, a little rough if you ask me, then he turned around and walked towards the door, going out I guess. He is just going to have me this way with no words, no f*****g explanation, who even does that? "Wait," I called out when he headed to the door without looking back, trying to keep my voice calm so I don't provoke him more than I already have. He stopped in his tracks, but he didn't turn to me, he kept his back turned to me. If I didn't know better, of say that he is trying to avoid my eyes, but that's not remotely possible, is it?

“What do you want with me, why did you bring me here?" I asked him softly, keeping my eyes on him, hoping and praying that this is all a huge mistake or a very bad dream.