CHAPTER FOURTY SEVEN

CHELSEA POV

I moved my lips against his, wanting more, but more of what, I cannot say. He steps closer, then his other hand comes up, the warm fingers grasping my waist, pulling me even closer still. I am lost in his kiss, and all my defenses give way before this hot, hungry mystery that lies between us.

He was gently, as if slowly making the move, slowly filling the gap between us. This wasn't the plan, I wasn't supposed to be lure in this deep.

But now, we both found ourselves unable to break free, yet unable to make the next move.

And as hard as it was, I slowly broke free, my hands still wrapped around his face and his hand wrapped tightly around my waist.

We both stared at each other wanting to see who broke away, knowing that a moment like this won't come back.

I could see it now, in his eyes, they were filled with nothing but sincere love, sincere apologies and sincere hope to start again.

I was seeing a different version of Liam, a more tame, a more gentle version of him. So at last, I did manage to tame the Mafia Lord, the only thing wrong here was, it was too late.

I had been traumatized, I have gone through the worst and most importantly I didn't have time for it.

Thus without hesitation, I let go, clearing my throat and slowly sitting back. "You were saying?" Liam's voice finally returned to him.

"Leave, when you are ready to accept my deal, you can call," he commanded, firmly holding my hands and pulling me with him.

"Times up," I snapped the moment we got to his office. He seemed confused but soon organized himself.

"Thank you for taking care of your father, but this is the last time I will be accepting any help from you and also the last time I will tolerate any interference from you," I continued, making my tone twice as harsh.

"Are you even ready for a last chance, I told you, I don't like being alone with you and yet you drag me here, breaking yet another rule," I snorted, heading to the exit.

"Thank you Chelsea," He softly called from behind. "I don't know the reason why you did it but thank you," he went on.

"It doesn't mean we would start romancing like nothing happened between us, I only did it for my personal gain,"

"It doesn't matter," He cuts in. "I will wait till my queen is ready to come back to me, now let's get you and my baby fed," He cheerfully said, dragging me to the stairs.

"What do you want to eat?" He asked at the lobby, ignoring the stairs we got. "Steak a lot," I replied, the thought of meat made my stomach rumble.

"That's not a healthy option is it?" He asked, tilting his head while he drove.

"And what do you know?" I asked. "A lot more than you," He responded, almost immediately.

Bringing out his phone, he opened it, showing site upon site he had browsed, all about pregnancy and what to expect.

"I usually read about them at night, it's gets me excited that my child is growing inside you," He mumbled, chuckling a bit.

"Liam, if I may ask, what if it was someone else carrying your child?" I questioned, my curiosity pushing me to ask, even when I knew I might not be able to handle the answer.

"You want my honest answer?" He asked as I nod to it. "I would have aborted it," He replied, plainly.

"Huh," I exclaimed, confused as to why. "Simple because I don't love her, I won't love the child either, it would mostly be like a burden,"

"But you are different Chelsea, you are the only one who is allowed to see my soft side, my weakness, my strength, a child from you would be a gift,"

"Only you are allowed, no one else's," He declared, his tone cold and his face expressionless.

"I don't understand," I mumbled. "You don't need to understand my love, just know one thing and that's is, you are the only one I allowed myself to love,"

"The only time people see the human part in me is when I'm with you and when I'm with you, I refrain from doing cruel things,"

"Like I have devilish torture method for Natalie and my plans for my dad, you won't have like it," he explained.

"I warned her not to enter and she dared me, using my dad as a shield, a pitiful mistake," He growled, but his words only made me scoff.

"You don't need to lie Liam, you really think you can hurt your perfect Natalie, the one who worked with you for years, you know if I hadn't crossed your path in the first place, then you two would have been a thing," I snapped.

Natalie thought and laughter came through my head and I just wanted to scream. And rather than a response from him, he simply turned the car around, heading to a different route.

Slowly driving us to an abandoned warehouse. "Get down," He yelled, once he parked the car.

The anger in his voice, the burning rage in his eyes. "Why, have you given up on talking to me calmly, do you want to apply force?" I asked.

Shaking his head, he lifted me up, carrying me on his shoulder, he didn't stop until the door was rolled up.

"What is this?" I asked, when my eyes caught sight of the room. "These my darling, is my torture house," He boasted, his voice echoes as he speaks, boldly walking into the room.

Even though it was a cool day, the inside of this room was hot, with a strong smell of blood and decaying flesh.

I couldn't see the room better because he didn't want to turn the lights on, he claimed it was better for my mental health.

"I have a new guest though," his voice draws me out, following someone being dragged in pain to the exit.

"Isn't he your?" …. "My staff , he has worked with me for four years or so but do you know his fault?" Liam asked, cutting me short.

"He was the first to take the phone from Natalie, even when I clearly warned everyone not to engage in such an act," he explained.

"How many times do I have to show you that no matter who I am close to, as long as they mess with you, they will be punished," He muttered.

"I work with Natalie for roughly five year's, yet I never looked at her in a romantic manner and our contract was just in a year and yet, I'm all over you,"

"Do you know how many times she had slept in,yes I gave her certain privilege but your's was just different,"

"Do I need to spell it out to you?" He screamed, dragging the man and locking him up somewhere.

"L O V E," he spelt out. "Call it obsession, call it love, call it lust but I'm all over you, no one else,"

"So tell me Chelsea, what more do you need, how do I show you I really care, just tell me," he roared out.

"If you miss this chance, you won't get it again, treat me nice, it's all I asked," I mumbled in response.

"Wait, are you giving me another chance?" He asked, his voice softened a bit.