Chapter 39

Carlos "I knew you'd come," she says seductively, and I snatch my hand from hers with great force. I'm here to settle a score, not to look for more trouble. "The girl you shoved in the basement, do you know who she is? I ask her calmly, though I am feeling the opposite. I glare at her, and she ties back her robe, looking away. "I asked a question, bitch" I snap, and her countenance changes to fear. "Yes, boss," she timidly whispers. "And what did you do? Answer when I ask you something, woman," I ask angrily, pulling out my gun. She has no idea what can go wrong with a simple decision Kay will make. Just a simple no, and everything I have been working hard for will go down the drain. No amount of pussy will save my ass. "I'm sorry, boss," she murmurs, trembling, and I angrily put a bullet in her head. I am wasting time with a bitch, yet someone I care for is about to leave me. We were fine. We have come from far, and I won't let my brother have what doesn't belong to him. I was so stupid going after women, thinking it was just fun. It was to me and not them; they always come back. "Where is she?" I ask Sam, who followed me and waited outside the door. " In Theo's room, I will clean up," he mumbles, and I nod, walking away. "Boss," he calls, and I turn to look at him with a raised eyebrow. "She's too good to lose," he says, and I resume walking to Theo's room. If I have to kill every bitch I had sex with, I will do just that, even if it means wiping out the whole female population. If I had known, I would have just practised celibacy; she's worth that. I take the stairs two at ago to Theo's room, which is on the second floor. Opening the door, I am met with a sight that makes me jealous to my bones. If I didn't know he was gay, I would have put a bullet through his head right now. Theo and Princess are on the bed sleeping, facing each other. Her face is buried in his neck, and he has his arms wrapped around her. I am the only one supposed to hold her that way, not just any man. She's getting comfortable with everyone, and I hate it. I walk towards them and tap Theo's shoulder because I'm sure he's not asleep. As predicted, his eyes snap open, and he stares at me with worry. "Get out," I mumble, and he slowly releases her but startles her in the process, causing her to wake up. "Theo?" she calls in confusion, looking around until her eyes meet mine. The look she used to give me is gone and has been replaced by the emotionless stare she had when I met her. This breaks my heart more. Why can't she see I care about her? I made mistakes, but I am only hers and I'm not willing to change that ever. It's not only because of business, but I want Kay in my fucked up life. Theo looks from me to her, probably wondering what to do, and I scowl at him. "Leave," I snap at him, and he shuffles out of the bed. Doesn't he have common sense? Princess sits up, glaring at me, and I take the spot where Theo just evacuated. I lift her and place her on my lap so she's facing me. She protests, but I hold her tight; I'm much stronger. "What do you want?" she grits out like I'm her enemy, and I sigh sadly. "Baby," where should I even start? "I'm sorry," I whisper, looking at her softly, making sure she sees that I mean it. She's the only person who makes me vulnerable. "You should know I care, babe. I was serious when I promised to commit," I mumble, looking into her eyes, and she stares right back without blinking. Her clear blue eyes watch me like she's trying so hard to believe me. I can tell her walls are coming down, and that's a relief. "I'm just tired, Carl," she mumbles, scrunching her face. "I know, baby. I know." I pull her closer to me, and she doesn't resist this time. "I hate seeing you with other women, especially when they know who I am and still rub it in my face." Her voice rises a little, and she grabs my shoulders. "I took care of that, you don't have to worry about it, "I assure her, and she looks at me sceptically. "What did you do?" she whispers curiously, locking her arms behind my neck, and I don't miss the discomfort on her face when she does that. Her arms are still sore. I know she hates being dependent on me, but I don't mind taking care of her. The hardest part was seeing her naked and not touching her. It was torture for both of us, and I am glad we are taking a step forward. More proof that she's mine. "I had to eliminate her, babe," I mumble, and she smirks at me. I know it's just a matter of time before I get that smile back. "Good, because I could have done it myself," she bites her bottom lip, and my eyes follow the action. I love how they taste, and I don't think I will ever get tired of kissing them. "You have to be open with me from now on, carl, for this to work. I need you to be completely honest with me," she says, her tone turning serious again. "I know, baby, I will tell you everything you want to know." " Also, if you are mine, then don't allow any woman to touch you or kiss you, even when I'm not around," she glares at me, and I repeatedly nod. I will be damn if I let that happen again. "The same goes for you, you are not allowed to mention my brother or that boy at the track," I say, remembering the day I followed her. It was torture watching them like that. "They are my friends and I just can't stop talking to them, just trust me, okay? " "I trust you; it's them I don't trust, princess. You should know it hurts me as much as it hurts you when I see you with them," I felt so bad when I saw how that boy stared at her and the holding hands. Damn. Kay looks at me in confusion, like she didn't expect me to say that. She doesn't know what I feel about her. "Okay, but will it be okay if I meet with them strictly as friends?" Her voice is soft and begging, which makes it difficult to say no. "Just be careful, okay?" I agree, and she sighs, playing with my hair. " I need a phone and another bike, I want to help my dad look for grandma and possibly the person who wants me," she mumbles, and I scowl at her " Baby, you have like four cars, why don't you use them? I'm not okay with you riding a bike, yet" I have never understood her obsession with fucking bikes. I rarely ride them, but this girl is always on a bike. I have been buying her cars on her birthdays for the last four years, but none of them has been put to work. She didn't even know they were from me; she probably assumed her dad bought them. I always went for something every girl would scream when it's handed to them, but since this angel is not every girl, the cars are on display in her garage. "I don't like cars," she mumbles, slightly pulling my hair. "What if I said I bought them?" I pout, and she stares at my lips before smiling a little. Maybe I look funny. Things she makes me do. "You did?" she quirks her brows in disbelief "Yes, and it breaks my fragile heart to know that you don't like them." I clutch at my chest and scrunch my face, pretending to be in pain. My girl does one thing that makes my heart skip. She laughs.