Chapter 70 Seventy
AMELIA XAVIER
A sudden silence had taken over the room, and only my rasp breathing was heard. Owen stared blankly at me which wasn't at all helping matters, and my inner self tried to calm me down.
“Pumpkin…” daddy started, and one glance at Owen told me he wasn't very happy about the name.
“He calls you pumpkin too?” He asked in disbelief, but I shrugged trying to focus on the conversation with father.
“Daddy, surprised you remembered your only daughter… except you have someone else,” I crooned which turned out very flat — goddamned tones.
Father chuckled, and I could tell he rolled his eyes. Telling from the tone of his voice in the background, he was at home, that made things easier.
“Daring to avert a conversation that hasn't even begun. I must say, sweetheart, you're really a Xavier,” he answered and I bit my lips hard — not too hard that it drew blood.
“Which conversation?” I played dumb, he noticed, but didn't tag along.
“It's over the news, your encounter with the Winter brothers, the same Winter that's not meant to make you distracted!”
“Father…”
He continued speaking in that solid accent as though I was non existence. I didn't blame my father, Dylan Xavier for being hard especially after going through hell with him till he met Annie; a saviour and the complete opposite of who father was (better to focus on the talk with father than on a past not worth diving into.)
“You endangered yourself and trust me when I say that the fucker, Sean Winters would come after you…”
“He can never, I'm Dylan Xavier's daughter,” I bragged, although my heart pounded sharply in my chest, sure that it threatened to leave its cage, and out of my body.
I heard father smirk proudly before he spoke, “He doesn't know about you.”
“Which is all the more interesting, daddy. I told you I was going to prove myself to you, so let me face it and by God, if I can't take it anymore… I'll come running back into your arms,” I pleaded, and it worked well because he sighed.
“Sure thing, pumpkin, and you were brave.” I opened my lips to remark, but he hung up on me.
Typical dad.
I turned to face Owen, his expression scrutinized every bit of our conversation. He was obviously pissed about it, but didn't utter a word. Instead, he pinned his eyes on the news as it played.
“Now now, what's the problem?” I asked sulking, Owen rolled his eyes and let out an exasperated sigh.
“I don't think I'll ever like Dylan,” he said, eyes still stuck on the television. “You better start liking father or I'll run back home and you'll never see me again,” I joked, yet his eyes darkened, and his face turned solid. He rolled his tongue inside his mouth, then sighed once more.
“I didn't mean it like that, stupid me.” I slapped my temple, scolding myself.
Owen grinned. “I know. I'll try to get along with him, but tell him to no longer call you pumpkin, that's what I call you,” he said which made me throw my head back in laughter.
I understood he had a reason not to like daddy, and that seemed fair enough because it was going to be hard to get along with Mr Winters.
“After all this, let's take a long break and enjoy Paris, yes?” I asked and he agreed.
“Yes, but let's be alive first. It's likely Ash would strike any day, so always stay on your toes. When I'm discharged from this white disinfectant smelling building, I'll finish up,” he answered, finally shifting his eyes from the TV to me.
His words sounded exciting until my brain processed them.
Finish up?
Owen was going to murder Ash Winters. My eyes widened and I looked at him, his face looked calm — no twitching lips, no rapid blinking of eyes. He meant it.
“You want to kill him?” I asked at last, and he casually nodded as though it was the normal thing to do.
“Someone has to do it, if I don't he'll do it to me,” he said and shrugged.
He was right about that, if we didn't do something about him, then it'd be a case of reverse. This was how the Mafia operated, after all — our actions were fast and well calculated.
Still in my thoughts, I didn't know when Owen leaned to me and kissed my sealed lips. I blinked for what seemed like a quarter of a minute, before my lips cracked into a smile.
“I hope we survive this,” I muttered, glancing at Owen. His eyes said we would and I believed it.
“Now let's talk about you, how have you been? You look sleep deprived,” he asked with a frown. “Well, I've been waiting on you to wake the fuck up, but it seems like you're not grateful,” I answered and smacked his shoulder, he winced.
“So my pumpkin was worried about me that she couldn't sleep? I'll make it up to you when I leave here and cut off our enemy's head,” he cooed, making me giggle like a teenage girl in love.
“I want you to make it up to me now,” I smirked, and his lips curled into a lopsided grin. “You're obsessed with me, ain't you?” He asked, mock-teasing me.
I wanted to so badly slap that smirk off his handsome face, and I also wanted him that bad. Maybe he was right.
I was so into him.
“Just kiss me before I go back home, a lonely lady,” I admitted and he beamed in victory.
Owen pulled me closer without a warning and planted a kiss on my nose, then on my lips, he pinched my butt so I could part my lips, and it worked. He slid his tongue into my mouth and savoured every bit of me. Our tongues played for a while before he sucked on my lower lip. His hands moved to my shirt as he unbuttoned them one after the other (acknowledging the fact we weren't at home), then he went to my bra and made it pop open.
As his hands cupped my breast, we heard someone cough. I pushed Owen slightly and looked up to see the nurse. She looked like a volunteer who was probably in her nineteen or twenties. Her cheeks were evidently red, yet she tried to act professional.
“I'm sorry to interrupt, but we need to check on Mr Winters.”
I nodded hooking my bra and buttoning up my shirt. I stood and straightened my clothes before walking out. Owen chuckled which added to my embarrassment — my cheeks were even redder.