7- Where I am?

Demian was on top of Helena, kissing the vulnerable and exposed neck of the semi-conscious young woman beneath him.

He heard a loud bang behind him, the door opening with a bang.

-Can't you see I'm busy? Go away... - he growled at whoever he had interrupted his intimate moment with the beautiful young woman. He wanted to continue with his task, but he felt how they grabbed him by the collar of her unbuttoned shirt and threw him forcefully backwards and away from the young woman.

-What the fuck?! - He exclaimed bewildered against the ground. - Son of a... - He couldn't finish his sentence, because when he raised his face towards the silhouette that had stood in front of him he felt his blood run cold - Mr. White …- he could barely say.

No, that man was not young White, rather he was a demon, his entire aura screamed it.

Ivan had his fists clenched tightly and trembling at the sides of his body, his chest rising and falling with heavy breathing, as if he were an animal with rage, showing his teeth and his dark gaze that made the man who was still in the room tremble. soil.

-W-what are you doing here? "I was just on to something important," he joked, somewhat nervously, looking towards the bed, where the young dancer was writhing because of the strong drug that didn't allow her to move.

Ivan directed his dark and dangerous gaze towards Helena, and felt her blood boil. The young woman could barely stay awake.

They had drugged her, she could tell in her erratic movements, her reddened face and her moans of pain from the substance in her body.

"Damn... What did you do to him?" He growled, grabbing the neck of the man who was lifted as if he only weighed two kilos.

-He is a slut! Does it matter? -He wanted to defend himself- He owed me money, he had to pay for it- he growled with annoyance.

Iván tightened his grip on her hand, which would surely leave marks, and he delivered a strong blow to Demian's face, which he didn't see coming, and her head turned hard towards her side.

Blow after blow flew towards the monster's beautiful face that was now deformed and covered in blood.

-He's going to pay me!- the man screamed now on the ground, crawling miserably.

-Not if I kill you...- he threatened walking towards him.

Demian crawled back, losing all dignity.

Ivan was about to finish off that damn slippery leech when he heard the pained moans of the young woman next to him. He looked at her for a second and sighed, lowering his breath.

He approached the man and grabbed her hair, causing her to scream in pain.

-I know who you are... - he growled very close to his face - you are one of the rats that works for the Luna Group. I'm going to leave you alive... but not because I'm afraid of your idiot boss, but so that you can send him a message yourself- He shook him hard, making the man pay attention to him- I don't want them to mess with what it is anymore. mine, do you hear me? - he exclaimed, throwing his body forcefully to the ground - Next time I'm not going to be so compassionate.

Ivan shook off his overcoat, adjusted his tie and combed his hair back, looking with contempt and superiority at the man who was trembling against the ground.

-If you ever cross my path again or even get close to that woman, next time I'm going to end your miserable life, is that clear? - The man remained silent - Is that clear?!!

"Y-yes sir..." he could barely say with a trembling voice.

The young mobster spat on the floor and turned towards the bed, carefully picked up Helena's now unconscious body and took her out of the room under the eyes of the criminal and all the people who had appeared curious.

-D-damn…. "You're going to pay me for it," he growled, clenching his teeth tightly. Then with his trembling hand he took out his phone and dialed a number- Sir…. We have a problem.

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"Don't bother me all night," the mafia boss ordered his bodyguard as he entered his room with the young woman in tow.

"Yes sir," responded one of his men.
Ivan carefully entered the room and gently placed his guest's unconscious body on the bed. The young woman moaned softly and moved her face in her sleep.

The young man carefully sat down next to her and watched her in silence.

"That damn…." He thought angrily as he saw the bruised neck on the young woman's delicate, soft skin, and a wound on her lower lip, which the very sick man probably gave her when he forced her to kiss him. “If he had arrived later…” he clenched his fists just by imagining what that rat could have done to Helena.

He stood up suddenly and looked in his closet for his personal first aid kit that he always had on hand for when he got hurt in a fight. He took out some alcohol and cotton and very carefully treated the wound, making the young woman moan in her sleep.

"Now... now... I'm healing you, everything is going to be fine," he whispered, surprising himself with his words from her, he had never spoken in such a sweet way in his life.

When he was done with his work, he looked in his closet for a cotton T-shirt and a pair of nightgowns and very carefully took off her little top and skirt. He couldn't help but blush when he felt the young woman's smooth and hot skin under her cold hands and when he observed her beautiful body.

She bit her lip and sighed, she was so beautiful and she had her all of her to himself.

"What are you thinking about?" The voice in his mind protested and he shook his head vigorously, pushing away the inappropriate thoughts. “You are not like that idiot, you would never do something like that to him.” He challenged himself while he carefully placed the shirt and pants on her, covering every inch of her beautiful figure. and he sighed in relief, fearing that he would not be able to contain himself if she continued in her underwear in front of him.

He didn't know how long he watched the woman sleep peacefully in her bed, her face serene, her long eyelashes caressing her cheekbones and her hair disheveled on the bed framing her beautiful face.

Ivan leaned forward, casting a shadow over Ella's sleeping body, Ella's mouth came dangerously close to Helena's parted, Ella's pink lips, he bit his lip hard and pulled away forcefully, getting up from the bed.

"What is happening to me?" He exclaimed inside him, he had never felt like this, it was as if an invisible but powerful energy attracted him towards that woman, as if they were intertwined.

He touched his head and complained about how upset he felt being so confused by a woman he barely knew and making him feel so weak and vulnerable.

His father had always told him that love was a weakness, that it was best to avoid it unless he wanted to end up doing something crazy for love that would lead to his death.

At that moment Ivan felt that he would end up crazy about that woman. He looked at her one last time before leaving her room, but not before covering her with her blanket and placing her lips on Helena's soft forehead.

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A strong white light suddenly hit against Helena's closed eyelids, she covered herself from it with her forearm and groaned in annoyance.

-Miss... it's already morning, she should get up.

"Five more minutes," he said with a hoarse voice.

"One moment..." His mind turned the gears hard, making his head hurt. “Whose voice is that?”

She sat up on the bed suddenly, opening her eyes wide, which made her dizzy and almost fell flat on the floor.

-Wow miss, are you okay?

Frightened, Helena looked at the older woman in a gray uniform who was holding her arm and looking at her with a motherly expression.

-W-who are you? -She said nervously and then observed the panorama that she had around her-

She definitely wasn't in her room.

Not at all. Especially since her room was literally a mezzanine that barely fit her single mattress, a nightstand and a small bookcase, that room was practically the size of her entire shop.
He observed a large window where the morning light entered and some heavy white curtains with gold details on the sides, a chandelier-shaped lamp above him, the bed where he was, which was about 4 times his own, with many soft pillows and sheets that were soft against his skin and above all a gold-framed mirror that was in front of him and where he could see his reflection.

-Ah!- she screamed when she saw that she did not have her work clothes, but rather a white t-shirt that smelled of male perfume and some pants that were not hers, in addition to her injured lip that he touched and made her moan and a quantity of red spots on his neck that looked like a constellation- W-what's going on? Where I am? What did they do to me?

-Miss, please calm down, you must go down to breakfast, the man is waiting for you.

"M-the gentleman?" He could barely say, looking with bewilderment at the woman who smiled warmly at him. –Here… put this on and go down to breakfast, one of the man's men is going to escort you to the dining room.

Helena picked up what appeared to be a cream-colored, dish-skirt dress and looked at it in bewilderment.

“What the fuck happened last night?” She sobbed inside her, feeling a strong headache and how her whole body hurt.

"Oh no..." he said in a low voice, thinking that the owner of that luxurious house had probably spent the night with her and...

She closed her eyes tightly, she didn't even want to think about it, she wasn't like that, that couldn't have happened.

She then reminded the handsome young man that he had bought her a drink.

"Be…?"

"I'm leaving her alone to get ready," exclaimed the woman who had forgotten that she was there.

"Forget it," he growled with a raspy voice. "Tell the lord," he exclaimed with contempt, "I'm not going to go down. Please tell me where the exit is. I have things to do," he exclaimed, remembering that he had a life that he couldn't put aside because of a slip. .

The woman laughed amused and she shook her head.

-Miss Helena….

-How do you know my name?

-Everybody knows.

-Everyone, who are everyone?

She felt like her skull was going to explode.

She needed someone to explain to her what had happened in the last few hours before she lost her mind!

"You better hurry up, Mr. White doesn't like to wait," the woman said, leaving her alone in her room.