Chapter Eleven

****LIAM


It boiled his blood when he saw his hand on her shoulder. It added fuel to the burning fire when he saw her comfortable with his touch. His hands were clenched and his jaw tightened. His pulse was throbbing in his forehead. He couldn't bear it.
" Before you......" Hacker started. He brutally hit him on the face with his fist. It froze her feet. She glanced at him. Hacker's nose started to bleed. Concern and worry in her eyes made his face burn with rage.
" Hecker..." She squeaked, " I came with my desire. He did not force me. Please, don't hurt him." She squatted down near him. Tears started to fall over her cheeks.
It made it worse for him to tolerate it. His jaw tightened more and it started to hurt. Strange feelings clouded him, causing his heartache worse. He grasped her by arm and pulled her up.
" It's just blood, little sister. Stop crying." Hacker said, running his thumb on his bleeding nose.
He glared at them with confusion and narrowed his eyes at them. It was making his skin prickle strangely. She was breathing uneasily as her eyes began to water. She couldn't help the fear as it was easily visible on her face. The weird feeling was creeping into his body by making her eyes tear up. Tears from her eyes started to run down aimlessly.
" Dear Lord! Little sister! I'm fine." Hacker winced and stood on his feet instantly.
He cursed under his breath and looked at her. His eyes got soft. He quickly wiped her tears away.
Hacker wrapped his arm around her, " I'm fine, sister. It's a normal part of our world. " Hacker held her shoulder and made her sit on the couch.
" Would you like to explain? " He asked Hacker in a low voice. He didn't want her to be scared anymore. She'd passed out then, her face was telling she was on the verge of it. But his gaze was fixed on her. She glued her eyes on the wooden polished dark brown floor.
" Your man overtook my house, It belongs to my dead parents. I kidnapped her to have my house back. She's my sister, not actually but more than the real sister. I'll never hurt her. " Hacker explained.
" You attacked them. You could have hurt anyone. " He glared at him as if he'd kill him.
Indeed, he must have killed him if he wasn't related to her or Rose wouldn't have sat in front of him.
" I was careful as I knew they were with him. Look! I know they are not my real sisters. But I do love them like my real sisters. I just want my heritage house back. We have no enmity, no debt to exchange. It's the memory of my dead parents." Hacker completed. His voice was telling how emotionally attached he was to the house.
" Danny! Get him what belongs to him. Look at this matter closely. I don't want some goons to threaten people in my name. " He enacted and offered his hand to Rose like a true gentleman.
Partly hesitant, partly with fear and scare she grabbed the offer and laid her soft fragile hand in his iron hand. A tingle of waves hit her stomach. She pulled her hand from his grasp. He didn't allow her.
" Easy man! I will not tolerate any harm to my sister. " Hacker frowned.
" That's why you're still breathing." he snapped and walked out of his house with her.
He was sitting in the back seat with her. He didn't let go of her hand. He was breathing easily after knowing the fact.
" L Liam, " she slowly whispered with hesitation.
His head snapped toward her. He never thought his name would come out so sweetly from her pink lips. He was lost in the fantasy for a while. He nodded to her to say it. Her voice was also shaking. He frowned. He didn't expect to leave such a print on her.
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She was so numb. Reality hit her when she was in his car with him. She tried to run away. What was he going to do with her now as no one was here to help her? If anyone would like to, he'd kill him. She couldn't ignore what Hacker said about his feelings. She didn't agree that a ruthless person like him could love, but he adored his brothers. She had witnessed this side of him. He never misbehaved with her, she thought and stared down at the interlacing fingers of them. He was still holding her hand. Her hands were quivering under his touch. He felt it and peered at her. She was searching for the words so she could assure him so he couldn't punish her friends on behalf of her.
" L Liam... " She said reluctantly.
He looked at her and nodded. She couldn't ignore his soft smile.
" Y you'll not h harm my sisters." She asked, stuttering.
" No, " He scowled and sharply exhaled.
" Thank God." She slowly murmured, not wanting to hear him.
He stared at her. It was telling her he had heard her.
" Are you scared of me? " He asked her.
" Y y um I don't kno-w. " She stated.
" I'll never harm you. Keep in mind and stop shivering." He said to her, tightening his grasp on her hand. Her stomach was making her feel strange feelings which she never had before.
The car stopped at the Airport. She was sauntering with him. He didn't unhand his hold from her as he was guessing, she'd fly away from him again. She climbed in with him in his private plane.
She was sitting on the next seat to him in his private luxurious plane. She was peeping around to find her sister and friend.
" They're not in this plane. We're going to attend the wedding of my close friend. " he softly said, but suddenly she felt scared.
" Um, w why? " She scarcely asked him in fear to undecide what he would do next as she tried to break the shackles of his relationship. Which she couldn't comprehend as he could easily allow her to go back in her life after their first night and erased it from the memories.
He stopped doing his fingers from the keyboard and beheld her for a second, " Don't try this again. I'm not sure I will be able to control my anger next time? " He said.
She could feel the menace in his words. It obliged her to get up from her seat and sit as far as possible from him. He instantly stopped her and pulled her back. He crawled his hand on her nape and drew her into a kiss. The realization hit her a second later. She jerked from him. To her astound, his lips parted in a beautiful smile.
" Y you c can't force..... " Her chest heaved. Her breath was coming with difficulty with his unexpected action.
She couldn't conclude her sentence. He pulled her again. This time he wrapped his arms around her waist and spread fingers of his strong hand on her back. She shivered, feeling his hand covering her back mostly.
" I didn't. I will never. " He poured out the answer from his smiling lips.
She wanted to kill Isha for causing this mess. She was anticipating tears in her eyes, which didn't occur. She chewed her lip to stop the curve of her lips' smile knowing she could feel safe with him at least for now. She was staring at him. When she found the atmosphere had stopped pounding his laugh in her ear. She quickly broke the gaze. He placed her in the seat next to him and put a seat belt around her slim waist. Before pulling back his hands, he pecked on her cheek, " This will not bother you? I hope," He smiled.
Her blush replied to him. It returned his smile. She did not wanna pull it further. She played the ignore game. She fixed her eyes out of the window and let the plane carry them above the clouds.
It was already midnight. When they reached there. She didn't bother to know the name of the country, state and part of the world she was in now. She was dead tired of all the escaping things and travel. She had her dinner with him in the air. On reaching the bedroom, she saw the queen size bed. She sat on it. It felt like a feather touch to her. She saw his goon putting his belongings on the stylish mirror table enclosed by couches. They closed the door behind him. She kicked out her snickers and threw herself on the mattress, leaving more than enough space for him on the bed. She picked her pillow making a LOC line between him and her. There was a small smile on her lips, putting the memory of a kiss before her eyes. She knew she had started like him. If he continued with his sweet behaviour. She was fearing for its fruit. She closed her eyes, embracing the sleep.
Liam
The whole Ricci mansion was under high security as most Mafia leaders were under this roof. All have their security arrangements. Rule number one applied here, never trust anyone. He wandered his eyes around, remembering his memories as a kid. He had come to visit here on his vacation. He wanted to share it with Rose but wasn't sure she'd like to hear it or not.
" Guards have been posted outside of the door, sir. Mel has also reached." Danny said to his boss.
" You don't need bodyguards here, Liam. All are safe in my party and the next coming wedding." A heavy male voice came from behind him.
" Lamberto Ricci! How are you doing? " He offered him his hand. Lamberto waved his hand away in front of his eyes, as to make the fly remove away. Lamberto engulfed him and strongly patted his back. A loud thud was proofing his bones were still young.
" What have we decided, son? " Lamberto asked.
" Uncle, How are you? " He asked smilingly.
" Good son! Welcome to your second home. Your mother was like a daughter to me, you remember? How is Nicholas? " He smiled broadly.
" Yes, uncle. Dad is fine. They'll join you at the coming wedding. " He said while smiling.
His mother was pregnant when his father got married to Mrs Rodriguez. His mother couldn't tolerate the betrayal of his father. She didn't want to see his father anymore and she ran away. It was obvious, no one would like you if you made promises and you did not keep to them. Some promises were meant to be complete, no matter what. Lamberto treated her like his daughter and took care of her as he was Italian Mafia. It wasn't expected of him. But Lamberto and his grandfather were friends. Lamberto trained under his grandfather's care.
The old man loved to share his brave stories, whenever they met. He got the opportunity to know his grandfather through Lamberto's eyes.
" After a long time, Liam. " Hebrew smirked, coming at them. He was the elder son of Lamberto and Lorenzo was the younger son from his second wife.
" Congratulations, Hebrew. " He smiled, congratulating him for his wedding, Which was coming two days after. They did handshakes. He insinuated, he didn't like him the way he spent his life and treated girls. Once he laid his eyes on a girl. He would not sit calmly until he spoiled her life. He had warned him many times, but he acted on it only for some time.
" Where are the others?" Lorenzo asked and hugged him as he always looked at him as his elder brother. Hebrew had different ways of living and treating people. Which put him on an unfavourite list of his family. He had washed his hands in prostitution, human trafficking and human organs Trafficking. This was the main reason he appointed his best female fighter to protect his Rose.
" On their way, Lorenzo." He patted his shoulder.
" Let's celebrate, Liam. " Hebrew smirked.
" Sure, " He nodded, picking the glass of whisky.
They toasted their drinks. He was ignoring Hebrew presence as whenever he saw him, he wanted to strangle him. He was alive because of the old man Lamberto who was good to his mother.
" You haven't touched your drink," Hebrew smirked.
He glanced at his wrist, " It's too late. See you in the morning." He said and put the glass back on the table. He didn't touch the rim of the glass. He nodded at his uncle and Lorenzo.
" Is she the reason? You're not drinking? " Hebrew chuckled.
It made his blood boil as he knew what kind of a monster he was with women.
" My woman is none of your concern. " He snapped.
" I hope we'll meet that lucky lady in the morning," Uncle said as he felt it getting heavily tense around.
" Sure, " He said.
He didn't forget to shoot his dead stare to Hebrew who was smirking evilly with his glass in his hand.
He strode toward his room. His men bowed. He nodded at his men.
" Good evening, sir. " Mel nodded.
" Evening. Did you know your job? " He asked.
" Yes, sir. Travis has explained everything to me. " She said.
He nodded and moved toward the door of his room. He tightened his grip on the knob. He glanced at her back and smiled. Removing his coat, he dashed it on the couch. Then he glanced back at her and found her sleeping peacefully. His anger disappeared. His eyes fell on the pillow. Her one arm was on it. He snorted. He picked her arm up and removed the pillow. She must be tired as she did not stir. He thought. He hurled it away from her on the floor. He laid next to her wrapping her in his arms.