Chapter 63 Sixty Three
OWEN WINTERS
Having motivation was far different than having a plan at hand. The sun sat at the east, and me on the bed, with my face buried in my hands.
“How should I deal with that bastard without hurting him directly?” I asked rhetorically, my pinkie finger twitching.
“Ash Winters wouldn't think the way you're thinking, he wouldn't be so worked up like you are now, sweetheart, he'd strike first and hard,” Amy said coming into the room, a towel strapped around her breast, her long legs visible. She let her hair down, adding radiance to her ivory skin. She was right. Having done my research, I found out Ash never thought before he acted, and that probably was meant to be an advantage to me, but that man's brutality was on a whole different level — he was psychotic.
Amy walked towards me, her strides slow and although not what I was meant to be feeling at the moment, they were sexy. She sat on my lap and wrapped her hands around my neck, the top of her breast popped out of the towel. I stared at the curve of her breast, plump and very much enticing.
“Look at me,” she whispered, using her index and middle fingers to lift my chin, so we could be on eye level.
Her beauty surpassed anything I had seen or maybe I liked her a lot that I didn't notice any other women.
“I'm looking,” I joked and bent my head slightly, connecting my tongue to her cleavage. She rolled her eyes, but laughed anyway.
“Stop that, let's focus on the matter at hand you…” I heard nothing else as I eyed her lips, they called on me to devour it and when she pursed them, I felt blood rush through my veins as though I had formerly lost blood. The rate at which my heart sped seemed immeasurable, and when our eyes finally met, she knew my mind was far away from here.
“You're not listening, are you, prick?!” She cursed, and hit me so hard on my temple that it hurt. I winced, rubbing it with the tip of my fingers. “How can I? What happens to a man, when a gorgeous woman sits on his lap with barely any clothes on and rambles on about mafia politics?” I asked not expecting an answer, but she gave me one. Amy left a red mark on my temple with her fist, triggering my reaction.
“Merde! Amelia,” I cursed and she laughed. “Let's focus on your rival, Ash Sean Winters,” she said and when I didn't respond, she made to jab me again. Instead, I dodged and held her hand before it got to my face, then nodded a yes.
“Let's do that, pumpkin.”
Amy stood up from my lap and moved with a rich man's daughter's elegance towards the dresser (forgot to add that she had officially moved into my room…). She stared at herself in the mirror for a while, admiring whatever beauty she noticed on her skin, before turning to face me. “He has followers, Owen, you're not always current with the news,” she reprimanded or rather warned me. I grinned. “He can't have that many followers, he just arrived in Paris.”
“Knew you'd say that,” Amy said, picking her phone from the dresser, she turned on the news and tossed it carelessly to me. “Do you think he came to Paris, just to play child's play? Think again!”
I watched the news and my eyes went from I have - everything- under control to things were- out of hand. Ash Winters wasn't a loser neither was he a fool. He had his actions planned and might've even spent his whole life waiting for this moment, and here I sat, thinking father's people stood by me. Some of them fled to him, while few stayed loyal to the house.
“DON'T YOU THINK OWEN WINTERS HAS A LOT OF FOLLOWERS?” The so called reporter or blogger asked, his face obviously amused that he met with the talk of Paris. Ash scoffed and stared into the screen as if watching me from there. “HE'D BE SURPRISED.”
I switched off the phone as I became too irritated to hear more. “He wants a war he knows he can't win…”
“He'll win if we keep stalling like this, sweetheart!” Amy barked, surprising me. She furrowed her brows and I clearly saw the dark circles and puffy eye bags — lack of sleep and a lot of hidden tears.
“What's wrong, pumpkin?” I asked quietly.
“What's wrong? What's wrong is that we need to deal with that scumbag before it's too late… I don't want to lose you to him, and he's a very dangerous man!” She cried, and walked over to the bed carelessly landing on her back making her towel unfold.
“How do you know that?” I asked eager to listen to her explanations.
Did he hurt her?
“I just know.”
“How dangerous is he…” she sighed in exasperation, cutting me off my words.
“Stop asking questions. That man tried to end my fucking life and your baby's life, so let's just…” her voice trailed with fresh tears streaming down her face. He tried to murder the daughter of Dylan Xavier… my pumpkin, and my baby.
I got serious and lay beside her. My hands entwined into hers, her breathing sounded uneven, though became worse when she tried to calm herself.
“I'll kill him, just be fine,” I muttered and she nodded.
“Now wipe those tears, let's plot against your… our enemy,” I said trying to cheer her up and thankfully it worked. Her eyes glistened in the tears, she wiped it off before giving me a quick kiss.
“You can do more than that, beautiful,” I said in french and she turned bright pink. With the talk on Ash Winters forgotten, we focused on a more pleasant thing — sex.
Amy planted a kiss on my temple, then slid down to the bridge of my nose, and lastly my lips which she gave just a light kiss. I groaned in annoyance at her behaviour and strangely she found it funny.
“You should be a wolf, you want so badly to devour me,” she cracked and I clicked my tongue in amusement. The sun rose fully into the sky, but that didn't matter since the room didn't acknowledge its presence. “So you noticed how much of your entirety that I crave, Yes?” I asked, and as a reply, she kissed me, this time deeply. I didn't hold back when she slid her tongue into mine, and did my work for me.
I never held back when she took control and by the entire crime family, I was not going to hold back with whatever game she wanted to play with me.
“We should be in someone's erotic story,” she muttered under her breath, but loud enough that I heard it. My hands found its way to her butt, I grabbed it, my veins visible on my skin.
“Of course. We have such an interesting story!”