The Guardian(21)

He’d asked me what I wanted to do with my family home and in the end I’d left the decision up to him, knowing that he would do what was best for me. In the end he’d decided that we’d keep it for the time being since it was my last connection to my parents.

I’d only been here ten minutes when Paulo showed up. I didn’t know how he even knew I was here, no one did as far as I knew since I hadn’t called anyone what with Zared cutting me off from my old crowd who had in fact been a very poor influence.

“What am I doing here?” the sneer on his face was ugly and mean; something I’d always suspected him to be but had never seen myself.

“Look at what your guardian did to me. Now I hear that you’ve married him, that you were only using me to get him to notice you?”

How was he even able to hold a gun? Is he crazy?

“Paulo you need to put the gun down you’re going to shoot yourself.” I looked around for an escape as he talked me in the wheelchair he was confined to since Zared had ordered both his legs and arms broken.

Why had I answered the door anyway? I knew it couldn’t be anybody I wanted to see, but yet I’d stupidly opened it. “How did you get here anyway?”

“Never mind all that, tell me it’s not true.” I didn’t say anything and I guess that was answer he enough because he bellowed with rage. “You stupid cunt, do you know what you’ve done, we were this close…”

“What, what are you talking about?”

“Did you really think I wanted to marry you-you little bitch? My old man wanted your company. The company your dad stole from him years ago, but that asshole Costakis had a tight rein on things and we couldn’t find an in. Then you fell into my lap and all was going as planned…”

“Wait a minute,” maybe it wasn’t the wisest thing in the world to taunt the man with the gun but how dare her? “Listen you asshole, I was never in any danger of marrying you. Even if Zared hadn’t saved me that day I would’ve found a way. You repulse me, how could you think I would even let you touch me let alone marry you?”

“So it is true, you were only using me.”

“No more than you were using me it seems so we’re even.”

“How do you call this even? Look at me. He fucked me up for nothing, now I’m going to kill his precious little plaything. Oh yes, his last piece told me all about his sick games and what he’s really like. I bet you like being tied up like a dog and fucked you skanky bitch.”

“Sonja?” why the hell would she tell him anything, and how had she known that Zared and I were married? No one knew, not yet anyway. Oh wait, we’d gone out to dinner the night before. He’d introduced me to a couple that I’d never met before but…

“Never mind stand still so I can get this over with.”

“You really are a stupid ass aren’t you…” just then the door was pushed open and the bitch walked in.

“I knew you couldn’t do anything you’re such an idiot.” She walked over and took the gun from him and I say my life flash before my eyes. We all heard the screeching of tires outside and I used their distraction to dive behind the couch just as the bimbo took a shot.

The door was slammed open and there were shouts of freeze and don’t move just before I felt strong arms lifting me. Zared, I smelt him before I saw his face since he’d buried my head in his chest.

“Oh sweet babygirl are you okay? Did they hurt you?”

“No I’m fine, how did you know I was in trouble?” he didn’t say anything just looked fleetingly at the choker around my neck before turning to the cops in the room.

Sonja and Paulo were falling over each other to pass the blame.

“Get them the fuck out of here.”

He clutched me so tight I thought he’d crush my bones for sure and he didn’t even wait for the cops to clear the door with the two idiots before he was heading up the stairs to my old room with my held tight in his arms.

“Don’t I have to go to the station and make a statement or something?”

“That can wait, this can’t.” he had that crazy tic in his cheek thing going again as he laid me back across the bed. ‘This’ turned out to be him tearing my clothes off before attacking his own. He didn’t stop until I was impaled on his cock in my old bed; one of my many fantasies, come true.

“Look at me babygirl,” he stroked in deep and stopped, “I love you, I love you more than anything or anyone in the world, I’ve always loved you, my heart.” I cried out at the words pulling his mouth down to mine, too overcome to do much more than that.