Chapter Eight

Tristan POV

I slapped him right across the cheeks and the sporadic gunshot would come raining in the room. I had raised the tables up and rushed over to Lenore , who was screaming at the top of her voice.

"Let's go!" I held her hands and managed to sneak through the door, as my men would handle the situation.

I held her tightly, and walked through the hallway with her. I didn't want to look at her face, as she was almost frozen to death.

"What just happened?" She managed to ask, through the hoarse nature of her voice.

"Business, it's just another normal confrontation, my boys will sort it out, " I assured.

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Natalie POV

I was taken out of the underground in silence to live in Tristan mansion and resume underground at night when I am well rested.

My room was beside Tristan's room and well furnished equally as his own with luxurious closets enough to open a boutique.

I could not stop exclaiming and thought of exactly what was going on.

It was the third day I was taking Tristan home after the night I passed out without seeing Tristan himself.

I was left alone in the room only to be taken care of by maids attending to my needs. I need fresh air at least but at the same time I was scared of confining the rules.

That morning I had just showered up early and was creaming my body before Tristan walked into me half nakedness.

It was nothing to Tristan as he has seen me that way several times but the amusing part is the fact I was covering my body and not throwing myself at him

"Out of your clothes! Like right now put it off"

Tristan demanded coldly in a low killing voice that could make anyone's heart skip.

What exactly is it now! You came to look at my nakedness?

I tried to blurt out annoyingly but dead shot glare from him.

No one dares argue with Tristan in his chamber and won't be brought out dead

" I repeat! put off your clothes! " Tristan commanded, looking like a devil.

I shivered violently. "What have I brought upon myself? Not like I love my brother this much" I screamed in my head and let down my dresses hesitantly.

"When next I asked you to do something you do it immediately if you want to leave here alive!." Tristan said glaring at my body viciously.

The thought of leaving here alive brushed through my head

"When am I leaving here? " I managed to asked as a shallow grunt escaped my grits

"Not anytime soon! A million dollars isn't easy to work for except you want to pay with your body dearly. " Tristan answered my questions with unwavering deadly gestures

"Hmm a million what? You mean my brother borrowed such money or stole it from you? “.

I muttered taking a step backwards as Tristan approached me fixing his gaze on my full boobs

"Did Tristan really have that kind of Money? Is the underground Mafia really that Wealthy?" I thought briefly to myself and focus in the trouble at hand at the moment

"I'm not done with you!" Tristan declared, closing the gap between them in a blink. He gave me a hard time, pondering what he wanted to do with my body. He stared at my glossy white skin, resembling snow, and my red, curvy, luscious lips. Everything about me was tempting, and it really irritated Tristan for no reason.

"You need to be punished! You don't fear me enough, do you?" Tristan asked, laughing maniacally. My heart almost jumped out as I tightened my grip, preparing myself for the worst. I imagined Tristan cutting into my flesh and sucking the blood, or biting my neck like a wolf, judging by the look on his face.

The tension in the air was palpable as I braced myself for whatever Tristan had in store for me . Tristan 's eyes glinted with a dangerous intensity, his intentions unclear but menacing nonetheless. My mind raced with horrifying possibilities, each one more terrifying than the last.



I felt a chill run down my spine as Tristan 's laughter echoed in the dimly lit room. Despite my fear, I remained defiant, refusing to show any sign of weakness in front of Tristan 's twisted desires. "I can do more than you imagine and make you hot! Tristan smirked, reading the expression on my face .

He really finds it amusing teasing me at the moment. my lips trembled violently hoping it was nothing I was thinking.

"Make me hot? Would he really roast me alive or burn a part of me? " I questioned myself stupidly.

Though I am a stripper who should know much about tactics of men, unfortunately I am a little lamb that seems naive in the world of Mafia like Tristan 's world. .

"Oh no he can't! I'm still useful, it's not part of the agreement to kill me ! I thought fearlessly to myself trying to avert his gaze.

My world is spinning at the moment as I try to wrap my head about what Tristan 's Trying to do to my naked Body.

"I can make you beg too," Tristan whispered softly against my body.

"I can really make you beg very bad if you don't listen to me," Tristan murmured inside my ear, deepening his tongue into my earlobes. Tristan sucked on my ear, unexpectedly making me shiver.

He grabbed my waist closer to himself, letting my breast dangle on his chest. It felt soft and succulent. Tristan really didn't know what was wrong with him. He had been trying to control himself around this young lady ever since he saw me . He knew he could not treat me well but was not ready to let me go.

He smirked at my curvy buttocks and squeezed them harder, making me groan. my buttocks bounced with his hard touch, and he traced his fingers down me inside unexpectedly.

The air crackled with tension as Tristan 's touch sent shivers down my spine. I struggled to comprehend the conflicting emotions stirring within me . Fear and desire intertwined as I tried to resist Tristan 's advances.

Despite my resistance, I couldn't deny the thrill coursing through my veins. Tristan 's touch ignited a fire within me , a dangerous allure I couldn't ignore.