Let her go. The voice is powerful and commanding.
Everyone turned waiting for his next word.
Why ? Sebastian blurted clearly puzzled.
Others also questioned but couldn't dare to utter a single word.
She's mine...mine and mine alone, his voice commanding, leaving no room for negotiations.
My mind raced at his words..."mine" and for the first time since the commotion started I raised my head up .
I stared at the man in question, my head buzzing with all kinds of explanations but I couldn't form a coherent sentence in my head.
But I want her , Sebastian muttered.
And I said she's mine, il Jordan his gaze locked unto mine fiercely.
I noticed Spillane making his way through and I nodded my head at him, it's not worth it, I uttered.
I feared he might lose his job if he didn't stay put. He had been a waiter at the place... way before I even showed up. He had led a rough life right from small, I only saw him visiting once and we were quite close then before he left and we never met again until a few months ago when he practically begged Garcia to let me sleep at his house after I was sold to the club.
So yes when I say I don't want any harm to come to him especially when it's my issue. He's practically the only family I had left.
I was taken away forcefully by Jordan's men before I knew it and was shoved into his car like a bag of sandwiches into the back seat of his black Bentley.
I gasped from the forceful push glaring at the guy .
The scent of a cologne pulled me out of my thoughts. His face dark and menacing, a chill ran down my spine as I thought to myself "what have I gotten myself into".
Drive...he ordered without even glancing at me like I was invisible. An oppressive aura filled the whole car.
The drive was the longest and awful ride I ever had in my entire life. The car came to a halt at a magnificent building nothing short of a castle located at West Wing of Nashville, it is said to be the only building situated at Nashville. Rumors had it the owners are ruthless and powerful and its roots run deep.
Get out...a powerful voice pulled me out of my reverie filling my heart with the dread I felt seconds ago.
A row of servants rushed out all standing in a straight line.
Welcome back Master they chorused.
I watched in awe, although I was once a rich heiress we never had such staff. My mother loves taking care of the house saying it was never a hassle while my dad always nagged her for not wanting any help at all. I felt a sense of nostalgia when I remembered them.
Get her settled in Damien, he ordered walking up the stairs, his steps bold and elegant leaving an everlasting imprint in your mind.
I am Damien the butler, the head butler introduced himself.
Ohh....hi sir , I greeted trying to start up from the right foot.
Just Damien he cautioned, this way Mrs he led me towards the east side of the building .
It was a detached room, a single bed with only a small window painted pure white... no ambience .
My room? Yeah, the butler replied briskly that all you need is goodnight, he closed the door.
As the step sounded further and further away I breathed a sigh of relief taking in the scenery of the room, at least I have a bed I muttered, a bitter smile crossed my face.
As the saying goes from a hot pan to fire.
My phone beeped... the only belongings I have left with me.
Four messages, three calls all from Sebastian. One of the messages reads: Are you okay, pick your call and I am really worried.
yeah I'm okay, just settled in I replied fast.
My phone rang almost immediately, "Sebastian calling" . Hey!! I said the moment I picked.
Are you okay? His urgent voice came through the phone.
I smiled bitterly trying to pretend everything was okay like he could see me.
Yeah I'm, his butler just showed me to my room and it's not bad.
If you say so then...I have to go now. I sighed the moment he ended the call.
My eyelids became heavy and I slowly fell asleep.
I woke up to nothing to wear, I was in the process of rummaging through the wardrobe when a knock came in.
A beautiful blonde stepped inside, Trisha right? Hi my name is Ginny and here is your uniform, the master asked me to give you this, she placed the uniform on my bed.
The master asked you to report in 10 minutes and she closed the door after her.
I changed into my uniform at the fastest speed I can rush towards his garden because I was told last night he loves eating breakfast in the garden.
I practically ran through the hallway, the house is so big I kept getting lost not until I found my way.
You are fifty-five minutes late, he said, glancing at his wrist watch .
Damn!! He's so meticulous, I muttered under my breath.
I stood there waiting for my verdict. His face had displeasure written all over it.
His thinned lip sipped his coffee lightly, his beauty looking more radiant under the glowing sun.