Chapter 12 Twelve
ANNIE
Normally my day started a bit too dramatic and loud, with a crazy amount of fear. But recently it had been quite serene especially with Amy around. I had grown so fond of her but the little girl fascinated me to no end. We were getting real close that we cleaned, cooked, gardened and sometimes showered together and sometimes I had pity on her because I was serving as a mother figure… or not.
“Well king Arthur and the knights of the round table…”
“Annie”. A rather rough voice called making Amy scream.
“Daddy!”
Dylan.
I watched her as she jumped down from the bed and ran to hug him, he ruffled her hair kissing each lock with his palm.
Sexy.
I still didn't know how to explain the feeling I felt… the feeling of jealousy at anything he touched that was not me… the feeling of self hate that I felt these godforsaken feeling.
I rolled my eyes shutting the book and using my nails to scratch the book cover, I was slowly going crazy because of a certain someone and his enticingly devilish body.
God help me!
“I want to talk to Annie, little one,” he suddenly said, jolting me from my impure thoughts. Amy nodded and left.
Such a sweet girl, a contrast to her father.
“Angel”, he said and I looked at him, I was so used to this. He opened his arms for a hug. “Come hug daddy, toy”
Fuck him.
I hugged him and he kissed my hair lightly pulling at the knot of my dress. Such a messy young man!
“Amy could be anywhere”, I muttered and he grinned. This man wasn't normal. “She knows so well I'd kill her”
“You wouldn't… you can't”
“But I can kill you”
Gulp.
“You're quite close to her”, he said and I kissed him saying nothing. “I want to leave the estate”
“You don't, milkweed” his voice in a scowl. “Even if it's to go to a bar… I'd be under your surveillance”, I said kissing his ear, he let out a groan. “You fucking don't want to”
Kiss.
Grin.
Frown.
“Forget it!” I said wanting to leave his warm but tight grasp. He didn't let go, but kept staring at me.
My heart raced, and my breathing deepened. How did I get to this point? A point where I could no longer reason, only by a simple touch from Dylan Xavier.
“You're beautiful”, he finally said.
If anyone told me that the mighty Dylan Xavier would tell me that I was beautiful, I would have laughed at the person right after hitting his head twice. But then again, this man was a devil, he could be sweet at times then evil then annoyingly handsome and scary.
“Than…thank you”, I said finally getting myself, he wore a mischievous grin.
Fuck you.
“ You're being too nice to Amelia”
“Shouldn't I be?” I inquired, subconsciously holding my breath.
“She's my responsibility and …”
“What if she doesn't want that life”, I said finally out of his hold. "I'll be the one to decide that”, he said, combing his hair with his index finger. I sighed trying so well to hold the sudden anger and irritation that grew.
My family always wanted me to do everything their own way and I wasn't the better version of any of them… no!
Don't think about it.
I didn't want to think about any of that, but I was certain that the almighty lord, Dylan Xavier was doing the wrong thing and he wasn't so perfect as he played to be.
He had so many fucking flaws.
“Annie?”
“Y…yes” I said, jolting from my thoughts. “I asked why you would read these kind of books for Amelia”
I looked at the book in his hand, a book of myths and legends. I sighed what else could go wrong.
“I shouldn't read that”
“Why don't you read real books…”
“She's a child”
“Does that matter?”
“We've been arguing a little too much lately”
“Read her something better”
“Dare me”
Dare me??
What in the world was I saying? But I had this feeling that he wasn't going to do anything stupid. I shut my eyes trying to control my uneven breathing. When I opened them a knife was pointing to my neck, the vertex looked sharper and shinier than an ordinary kitchen knife except that it wasn't a kitchen knife. Dylan wouldn't do something stupid?
I cursed at myself for believing the crap I just said.
“She's my daughter”
Kiss him.
No!
Fucking kiss him already!
I put my lips on his, sliding my tongue into his mouth, he tasted like sour cream and something metallic.
Blood.
Had he killed someone? That wasn't my business, it was typical Dylan… something he was always used to doing.
“That's enough darling”, he said, his voice getting a little soft, the knife was still at my neck, ready to slash my head off.
“Psycho”, I muttered but not to his hearing.
He looked amused and I knew he actually heard me.
“Come to bed.”
“Make me”, I said, fighting the urge to punch him and run away if I could. But I couldn't.
Firstly, Dylan Xavier had a pretty fast reflex, and he had a knife at my neck, not to talk of his strong grasp that could break me in half.
“I will”, he said his voice in volume one but still as attractive as ever.
Snap out of it Annie!
We suddenly heard a giggle and turned to see Amy coming into the room. “I thought I told you to go out”. Dylan said as his eyes darkened. Eyes that could kill.
“Go to bed”, he hissed and looked at me again.
Come to bed… .
DYLAN XAVIER
It is only right to celebrate the defeat of your enemy, but that was if you want to and of course if you weren't Christ like.
“It is the right thing to do”. One of the so-called mighty men of the round table said and the others agreed. I never really wanted to be a part of the goddamned thing, but here I was sitting in the midst of these beasts playing politics. It was like some cult, but not too secretive that the other mercenaries, mafia's and fucking bratvas didn't know about. For Christ's sake even the Yakuza’s knew about it!
“You defeated those slithering Madeline's and the death of the lady Madison was inevitable”. Another one said while polishing his nails with his index finger.
Sigh.
“How can an organisation so weak manage to claw their way into power? But that doesn't matter, anyways all we're saying is to host a party for your victory, Xavier.”
I bit my lower lip chuckling to myself, they all just wanted to get access to important documents, make enemies and alliances and fill their bellies with lust and red wine.
Fucking mafia.
“Of course it would be grand, the Xavier's never fail or do they?” I asked, staring at the idiot who just spoke. “You're right, the Xavier's never fails”
I grinned. This was going to be more fun than killing those Madeline craps, but never too fun than sex with my milkweed.
I needed to go home, something was tugging in my chest, this feeling… It was years ago and I had dispelled everything about it.
I wanted her… I wanted my toy.
I stood holding my chest. “I think I'll be leaving right about now”, I said and walked out without looking back. I needed to get away from all these and into her arms, everything felt assured with her by my side.
No this wasn't love, it could never be love.
Love was a feeling created by the mind to deceive us and make us feel better when we weren't. A mere illusion of the mind.
ANNIE
It was getting late and Dylan wasn't back. It was typical Dylan not to come home at all but I just felt he should be back and make me come to bed… .
It was already a new day and he likely was in his so-called office or the basement working.
12:01 am.
I sighed, it didn't matter to me how he lived his life but didn't his daughter matter more than any other thing?
I stood from the bed and opened the door just to see him standing, his hand midway to the knob.
“Do you know how worried I was?” He didn't say a thing.
Typical Dylan.
“You should be ashamed of your…”
He hugged me, caressing my cheeks. What just happened? I hugged him back ruffling his hair. “You're late.”
“I fucking know. Now come to bed, milkweed."
Gulp .
Typical Dylan.