MAXWELL
"I will not come to your room," she says, her voice ringing in my ears. Everyone, including the shocked maid, shivers at her response, awaiting what will become of her for standing up to me.
Slowly, I scoff and walk up to her, stepping closer. She shivers and steps backward. "How brave must you be, and yet you shiver like a coward?" I mock her as she narrows her eyes at me.
"I am not a coward; you are!" she chants, and everyone else in the room gasps. Angry at her statement, I step closer and angrily grab her wrists, flipping her over.
She staggers in fright, trying to maintain her balance, and the room goes quiet. The maid shivers once again and then begins to disappear, leaving me and this arrogant, stubborn jerk in the room.
"What did I say in the car?" I ask her angrily, clenching my fist in anger as I walk closer to her. She shudders backward in fear.
"What the fuckin' hell was the rule, Sly Queen?" I yell. She flinches but soon composes herself and faces me bravely. "I am not submissive to you; you don't own me," she yells back bravely.
What the hell, the audacity she gets to yell at me? I guess she doesn't know who the fuck I am yet or how merciless I can be.
The only reason I am soft on her is because somehow, I am attracted to her. She is my mate.
"How dare you yell at me, you fuckin' witch!" I snap. "Don't hurt her; she's our mate," my wolf mutters, and I stop. As much as I would love to hurt her and make her submit, I can't.
Each time I try to be merciless with her, Sid always takes over. "She's not. She's a rude, arrogant brat," I mutter to my wolf as she stares at me.
She scoffs when I bend over her, blood gushing from the corner of her mouth from the way I flipped her over. She has sustained an injury.
"Now, listen to me. You just got here, and making trouble for yourself will only cause you more pain," I mutter at her, and she scoffs.
"You signed up for the worst the moment you chose to buy me over," she states, smiling devilishly at me. "Fuck you, damn asshole!" I yell, standing up as she sighs and rises to her feet.
"Untie her immediately," I order, and Cargo rushes over to loosen the rope from her hands. She sighs, red marks visible on her wrists from the tying.
"Get her to my room and make sure she eats," I order again. "I shall not go to your room, you fuckin' asshole. Take me back to my territory; you can't have a Thiango in your fuckin' clan," she yells.
She struggles against Cargo, who violently lifts her and forcefully carries her away. "Asshole! Ruthless animal!" she continues to call me names as Cargo drags her off.
Her voice soon becomes faint, and I collapse into a chair, exhausted. "Definitely a long day with her already, and it's not even 24 hours," Nathan says as he comes to sit near me.
"Are you sure you can cope with her? You have anger issues; you might kill her in two days if she stays this stubborn," he says, pausing to stare at me.
"Oh, she is your mate. I guess she might survive," he mutters. "She's not my mate but my slave... I own her; she is my possession," I correct him, and he scoffs.
"Definitely, I guess," he mutters again. "The Martinez Clan—how come they sold her off to you just like that? She used to be their personal lawyer, and her dad is Mr. Martinez's best friend."
Nathan asks, and I sigh. "I don't know. Everyone wanted her, and yes, I also wanted her," I say. No doubt, she is beautiful, despite how rude she is.
She is still beautiful. Even in the bidding box, the old Mafia men were all dying to buy her; she would have been their sex slave for life.
She should be thankful I took an interest. I wasn't even ready to spend that amount of money on her, but when she was brought in, my wolf wanted her immediately.
I couldn't ignore his constant pleas. I had to give in and get her. She isn't different from any of the other girls I've had sex with. I don't know why my wolf would go for this fuckin' arrogant girl.
"What are your thoughts?" Nathan asks again, staring at me. "How was the meeting with the Croops Clan? Did they agree to our terms?" I ask instead, diverting his interest from my stubborn mate.
Nathan has always been my beta in the pack and my best friend in the underworld. He is more like a brother to me, and we've been working together for too long.
"It didn't go that well. They want you to bring your bride to the next meeting; otherwise, there is no way of forming an alliance with you," he reveals.
"And what if I don't? I don't answer to anyone, remember?" I ask, and he nods. "I guess the deal is sealed and closed. We will shift to the other clan," I say, and he nods.
How dare they demand a bride when they know too well that I do not answer to anyone? The fuckin' audacity they've had for the past few days.
"Arrange a meeting with the Croops. Is it either we go for blood or blood?" I declare.