Chapter 7 (edited)

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Claire's POV:

I have been here in this room for hours now. All by myself. Derek came to get me for lunch but I didn't have the courage to face the devil again. His whole demeanor scares the life out of me. He is known and feared for his merciless and cold nature towards people.

And the fact I'm under the same roof as him scares me even more. Why is this happening to me? What did I do to deserve this?

I was lost in my thoughts staring out the window. What would Skyler possibly be doing right now? Is she missing me as much as I miss her?

A knock on the door pulled me out of my thoughts and I let out a soft 'come in'. Derek walked in giving me his best smile and sat beside me.

"Dinner time kitten" he said urging me to get out of bed.

"I don't feel like eating Derek" I told him truly because I really didn't have any appetite left after the breakfast incident, everytime I have an attack I just feel exhausted all day. Today is one of those days. Plus I'm not willing to cross paths with him again, not anytime soon at least.

"But you haven't eaten since morning kitten, it is not ok to miss your meals"

"I just wanna be here for now Derek, I will let you know when I'm hungry, ok?" I said smiling at him, he sighed in defeat and nodded.

"Is it because of Xavier?" He muttered keeping his eyes on me. Just the mention of his name gives me the chills. I nodded hesitantly as a look of annoyance crossed his face and he stood up.

"He won't hurt you in my presence kitten, so you don't worry your little head about it, si?"

Derek spoke so surely that even I believed him for a second, but it's Xavier Winston we're talking about, he isn't afraid of anyone or nothing can stop him from doing what he desires.

I still nodded at him and he walked out closing the door. I took a look at the clock and it was 8:30 pm. Only if I had my phone so I could at least read something. Being locked up in a room all day is honestly really boring.

I got up from the chair carefully not to put too much pressure on my injured leg and limped my way toward the bathroom. The bathroom was just as fancy as this mansion was. Lavishing tiles and walls. It was huge, and the bathtub itself was pretty big.

I

went and stood by the sink staring at myself in the mirror. I looked different, I looked scared and weak, and my eyes had bags underneath them from not sleeping properly and the constant fear of being killed by a mafia leader. I sighed and ran my fingers through my hair, untangling them. What does he want from me? Why can't he just let me go? How can I escape from the clutches of one monster and into another?

I did my business and walked back into the room. I went to lock the room but just my luck there was no key. I have to sleep with an unlocked door.

I let out a sigh dragging myself back to the bed and layed down pulling the covers on me. I closed my eyes hoping to sleep and after a few minutes I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up with my stomach growling, I'm so hungry.

Rubbing my eyes and looking at the clock, it was 12:30 am. I regret not eating earlier because now I'm starving.

Should I go down and get something to eat? My thoughts were interrupted by yet another loud growling of my stomach, I guess I don't have much of a choice.

I slowly pulled the covers off me and carefully got off the bed walking towards the door. I opened the door as quietly and silently as possible and peeked out to see if someone was there and luckily I saw no one.

I slowly dragged my injured leg and walked straight ahead. The stairs were in the middle of the corridor, and there were only 2 rooms in this corridor, mine and that black door, I wonder whose room is it.

I tip-toed to the stairs and slowly walked down, there was no one, thank goodness. Once I was down I limped around the place trying to find the kitchen. It must be by the dining room, I thought to myself and walked towards the dining. My leg was paining with every step I took but I am very hungry.

After looking around for 5 minutes I was finally able to find the kitchen. The lights were on so I walked straight in.

My steps came to a halt when I saw a tall figure standing by the sink. I gulped nervously, I couldn't see his face but just by the dangerous aura around him, I could tell it was him. He was tall, hell he was a giant, his back muscles were well defined, he had a lot of tattoos on his back, and almost his entire back was covered in ink and it intrigued me, I wanted to have a closer look and see each individual tattoo Engraved in his caramel tanned skin.

Snapping out of my thoughts I slowly and silently turned around to walk back when his deep voice stopped me.

"Stop"

I froze in my tracks as I felt my heart drop. Oh god.

"Come here" he said- no he ordered me, and it would be dumb of me not to listen but my feet were glued to their current position.

"Do you have any hearing problems?" He asked annoyingly.

I took a deep breath and turned towards him, he was standing in all his glory, half-naked glory. I bite my lip nervously and lowered my head and slowly took cautious steps toward him.

"What are you doing here in the middle of the night?" He inspected it with a hard look on his face.

I fiddled with my fingers keeping my eyes on the floor.

"I-I was h-hungry" I spoke, my voice barely audible but I assume he heard me because he hummed in response. I was starting to hear the ringing in my ears because of my speeding heart, I was getting light-headed.

"Sit"

I looked at him confused tilting my head slightly.

He sighed getting annoyed and pointed towards the stools that were placed by the counter.

Ohh! I walked forward and tried to jump on the stool, they were like the bar stools and annoyingly high for me. I jumped slightly trying to sit on it but failed and landed back on my feet, in result a sharp pain made me hiss aloud.

I placed my hands on the counter trying to keep myself steady. Next thing I knew I was being lifted off the ground. I tilted my head sideways to see Xavier. He picked me up from my armpits and placed me on the stool. All this while I could feel his warm breath on my neck, I had goosebumps having him this close to me, but his smell, his cologne was just so alluring that it weirdly enough calmed my heart down.

He walked around and opened the fridge while I kept my eyes low, I wouldn't dare look at him without shivering. So instead I looked around the kitchen. It was fabulously decorated, I'm sure he had an interior designer decorate this place, the place was modern yet had a bit of vintage touch in the furniture. On the far left there was a whole different section just for drinks, this man had a whole bar in his kitchen.

My eyes layed back on him as he cracked an egg in the pan effortlessly frying the omelet. Its smell made my stomach growl loudly, my cheeks went red out of embarrassment. I hope he didn't hear it.

After 10 minutes of me playing with the hem of my shirt a plate was placed in front of me, toast and omelet. I looked up to see him already looking at me. He didn't look mad like the times I'd seen him before, he looked neutral. You couldn't detect any emotion on his face.

The food looked appetizing, and my stomach growled again.

"Eat" he ordered and pushed the plate forward. To say I was shocked is a mere understatement. Xavier Winston made me toast and an omelet?

Am I dreaming or did I go completely insane? I blinked my eyes a few times, he was still standing there and the food was on the table. It's not a dream it's all real.

I hesitantly pulled the plate close to me, waiting for him to snatch it away, shout at me, or hit me. But it never happened, he stood still watching my every move.

I took a deep breath releasing a bit of my tension and started eating slowly taking small bites. He walked around the kitchen, I peeked at him and he was pouring himself a drink. He turned around and I quickly looked away.

He then came and sat right next to me. I could feel my heart pick its pace. Him being shirtless isn't helping either!

The omelet was delicious, my stomach was full and satisfied. After I finished eating I was about to get up and wash the plate but my movements stopped when Xavier held my arm "Stay."

That's all he said and slide off his stool and walked towards the fridge. He grabbed a juice bottle and poured it into a glass. He then took the empty plate away and slide the glass toward me. I was looking at him dumbfounded. He wants me to drink it? Is it poisoned? This was his plan all along, to feed me and then kill me.

I gulped looking at the juice and back at him. He furrowed his eyebrows waiting for me to drink it.

I nervously picked up the glass and held it to my lips sipping on it. This seemed to satisfy him because he walked away towards the sink and started washing the plate. I couldn't believe my eyes. The drug lord Xavier Winston made me food and is now washing my plate?

This has to be a dream, no way this is real.

I guess it's safe to say the juice wasn't poisoned and I'm still alive, but his behavior is confusing, one moment he scares the hell outta me and the other he makes me food.

As I finished my glass I prepared myself to get off the stool. Jumping off the stool I groan aloud as a strong wave of pain hit me. It must have grabbed Xavier's attention because the next second he was walking towards me, for a second I saw the slightest bit of worry in his eyes, but it vanished as soon as it came. I'm being delusional.

He examined my posture knitting his eyebrows together, he seemed lost in thought for a second then out of nowhere he bent a little to my height and placed one of his arms under my knees and the other on my back picking me up bridle style making me gasp in pure shock. My eyes were open wide in surprise.

I instantly wrapped my arms around his neck so I wouldn't fall.

His embrace was strong yet weirdly comforting, his cologne was suffocating all my senses and he was looking down at me with those captivating deep chocolate brown eyes.

I never once got a chance to admire his face from this close proximity before, not saying that I wanted to! But his features were sharp. He had a sharp jawline, perfect lips, and a perfect-sized nose, and his beard was freshly cut. All in all, he looked like a Greek God. A dangerous Greek God.

He was looking straight into my eyes, it felt like he was staring right into my soul. I lowered my eyes as I did not dare to look into his eyes any longer.

He started walking towards the stairs with me in his arms. He was walking so effortlessly as if he wasn't holding me. He started climbing the stairs looking straight ahead.

Upon reaching the door he opened it and walked straight in, he then placed me on the bed as I unwrapped my arms from around his neck. I looked up at him just to find him staring down at me. His face was so close to mine that I could feel his minty breath on my face.

He stood up straight clearing his throat and turned around walking out and closing the door behind him.

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. Being close to him scares me but tonight his aura was rather comforting.

I layed down as the events from today roamed in my head freely. Slowly I drifted into a deep sleep with a satisfied stomach.

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