Tristan's POV:

I came downstairs to fetch a water bottle from the kitchen when I saw someone pressed on the wall. I thought it was just one of the men with his woman making out in the living room. I took out the water bottle from the refrigerator when golden locks of hair caught my eyes.

Instantly, I knew it was Bella. I ripped him away from her and grasped his neck squeezing it tightly. He couldn't breathe and started to hit my hand. I wanted to kill him and break his neck for doing that.

"Ti uccideró molto dolorosamente, figlio di puttana!" I said let him go and punching him in the face.

"Mi dispiace capo!" He begged me for forgiveness.

"Va al diavolo! Ti darò una punizione al matting," I yelled.

He got up and scrambled away.

My eyes went to Bella, she was sitting on the floor shiver and gasping for air.

"Are you okay?" I asked her.

She attempted to speak but only a gasp came out of her mouth. She was clutching her chest like she was in pain.

Her clothes looked untouched and it was the sign that I'd stopped that bastard at the right time.

I didn't want to touch her and scare her more. She already looked frightened enough.

I sat down on the floor in front of her waiting to recover from the panic attack.

She stopped crying and her breathing started to get stable. She gazed at me with her blurry tearful eyes.

"Th...Thank you," she murmured.

I didn't know why she was thanking me. I'd never told my men to use their power to force themselves on girls or women. Yes, I ran an illegal business but forcing oneself on a woman was another kind of shit.

I got up from the floor and said, "I think you should go back to your room now."

She got up and attempted to walk but her legs began to wobble. I caught her arm before she would fall face flat on the floor.

"What's wrong?" I asked in concern.

"I...I took medicine and...they're making me dizzy," she mumbled.

"Look don't scream. I don't want anyone to see me doing this shit," I said and picked her in my arms.

"Put me...down," she whispered tiredly.

Thankfully, she fell asleep and I took her to the guest room. I pushed open the door with my leg and went inside. I laid her down on the bed and covered her with the quilt.

She snuggled into the pillows breathing evenly. Her mouth slightly opened and she began to snore softly.

I couldn't help the grin that slipped on my face. I didn't remember when was the last time that I smiled.

I switched off the lights leaving a lamp open.

"Goodnight," I mumbled and left her room, locking the door.

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I woke up and went downstairs to find Nate in the kitchen making breakfast. He was singing and doing some weird dance moves while turning the eggs in pain.

I cleared my throat and he turned around looking confused.

"You woke up early? Why?" Nate asked.

I didn't want to tell him that I stayed awake whole night checking on Bella to make sure she was safe. The main house was filled with men and not all men are like Nate.

Ignoring his question, I picked the sandwich that was sitting on the plate.

"That's not for you, put it down," Nate ordered me with the glare.

"Do you remember who you are talking to?" I asked him, still holding the sandwich.

"I know I am talking to mafia boss Tristan Robertson," Nate said nonchalantly.

"Then how dare you stop eating this sandwich?" I asked sending a glare to him.

"This is for Bella. She needs to take her medicine on time and I am not wasting more fifteen minutes to prepare another one for her because you decided to eat her breakfast," Nate said like mother scowling at her child.

I put the sandwich back down on the plate and he gave me a pleased smile.

"You have been acting different since yesterday. You're like a teenager all over again," I said picking the water bottle and taking a sip.

"It must be because of Bella. She's such a fun girl to be around. Sassy and smart," he answered.

I choked on the water and coughed.

"So, you like her?" I asked.

"Like is kind of a mild word to express my feelings for her," he said pouring the juice into the glass.

I felt my veins popping in anger. I had no idea why I was getting furious.

"When you're done babysitting her, come to the study. We need to vacate Draco from this house," I said.

"Why? What did he do now?" Nate asked.

"He tried to force himself on her last night," I told him.

"What? When did it happen?" He asked in rage.

"I came downstairs to take water when I found him all over here," I said grimacing internally at the reminder of her state.

Nate was blazing in anger, he looked ready to kill someone.

"I'm going to kill him," Nate mumbled ready to leave the kitchen.

"You were taking her breakfast to her room, weren't you?" I reminded him.

"Yeah...but that piece of shit needs to be killed for touching her," Nate said breathing heavily in rage.

"We'll take care of that later. Now, go and take this breakfast to her room." I told him patting his shoulder.

"You're right. It's not like that bastard can hide from me," Nate said with the menacing look in his eyes.

After he left, I decided to make some breakfast for myself.

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Bella's POV:

I woke up with the jerk and sat up on the bed. I looked around in panic recalling last night's incident. My body shook in fear so I fisted the quilt to control my emotions.

"Who put the quilt over me? How did I come back to the room?" I asked myself then suddenly remembered that Tristan was the one who saved me and probably brought me here because I was certainly drained.

I heard the knock at the door and said, "Come in."

Nate entered with the tray of food in his hands.

"Good morning, how are you feeling?" He asked me cheerily.

"Better than last night," I replied.

"I heard what happened. I told you to sleep and lock your door. Did he come to your room or you went downstairs?" Nate asked placing the tray on the round table in the corner.

"I went downstairs," I told him the truth.

"Why?"

"To look for Gabriel."

He sighed and rubbed his head.
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"It wasn't your mistake, he shouldn't have touched and he will pay for it," Nate said.

"Isn't he one of your men?" I asked him in confusion.

"Yes, he was one of our men but not after last night. Now, why don't you freshen up and eat your breakfast," he said looking excited.

"I'm not hungry," I said.

"But you've to take your medicine and for that, you need to eat something."

"I'm okay. I don't need medicine," I said.

"How about we make a deal?" He asked.

"What deal?" I asked.

"If you finish your breakfast and take your medicine then I'll take you to meet Gabriel."

My eyes snapped at him in shock.

"Are you serious?" I asked him in excitement.

"Yes," he said with a smile.

"Okay, just give me a second I'll brush my teeth," I said running towards the washroom.

Nate stayed behind until I came out.

I looked at the tray filled with fruits, juice, and sandwiches.

I took the first bite of the sandwich and really liked it. I caught him gazing at me which made me uncomfortable.

"What are you staring at?" I questioned him.

"How's the sandwich? I made it myself," he said proudly.

"It's good. Where did you learn to make it?" I asked.

"My mother used to make it for me, it was my favorite thing to eat at breakfast when I was a kid."

"So where is your mother now?" I asked with the shrug.

"They're somewhere far away from me."

"Oh, I'm so sorry," I said feeling sympathetic. I thought he must have fallen with the bad crowd because of his parents' death.

"They're alive, they just don't consider me their son anymore," he said with the sad smile.

"Why?" I asked him confused.

"I might've done something that hurt them beyond forgiveness," he replied shrugging.

"I hope they forgive you,"

"I hope they won't," he mumbled.

"Why would you say that?" I asked him confused.

Nate sighed looking detached.

"I don't deserve their forgiveness after what I've done," he said.

The grief was apparent on his face. I could tell he wanted his parents' to forgive him.

"If you would tell me what you have done then maybe I will be able to convince you that you deserve forgiveness," I said munching on the sandwiches.

"Trust me, you don't want to know."

"Try me."

He looked at me nervously then rubbed his face in anxiety.

"I got my sister killed," he told me.

The sandwich that I was holding in my hand fell on the plate in shock.

"W...what?" I asked, nervously.

"See, I don't deserve forgiveness. I'm not a good guy," he explained looking hysterical.

The guilt, sadness, and pain on his face was a clear sign that he wasn't telling me the whole story.

"I beg to differ, " I said.

"Excuse me?" He said.

I shrugged my shoulders picking back the sandwich and eating it.

"How did you get her killed? You've to tell me the truth and let me decide if you are the culprit of her death or not."

He sat down in front me, his hands were resting on his knees.

"I was doing some bad stuff. I was a ring fighter. I was supposed to lose the fight to my opponent but I punched him too hard and he passed out. I won the fight and the fight club lost the money. A few days later, the guy who lost fight attempted to take me out but I fought back. One night, I was out with my sister for some shopping. She wanted some stuff for her prom night when the guy with his friends cornered me. I didn't know they'd the gun, I was fighting with them while trying to protect my sister. She saw the gun before me and did the most stupid thing in the world by moving in front of me. They shot her three times. She died in my arms. When my parents found out what I brought home by doing illegal ring fighting and my sister died because of me, they disowned me."

"I wasn't expecting this," I said truthfully. "I thought it is going to be something less complicated."

He laughed sounding hollow. "Do you still think I deserve to be forgiven?" he asked.

"I think you fuçkïng need to cherish this life and stop blaming yourself. Your sister lost her life to save you and what are you doing. You're working for bad guys again and getting yourself in more trouble." I said feeling angry like he was my own brother who I was scowling at.

"I'm not working for him. I'm working with him to get revenge from those guys." He said.

"I get it you want to take revenge. But what if you get killed in that process? Have you considered how disappointed your sister would be if you die while avenging her death? Would you be able to face her? She gave her life up to protect you, not for you to ruin it and end up dead."

He stood there staring at her with his mouth opening and closing while she glared at him with her hands on her hips.

"Then what am I suppose to do? I'm alive because I want to take revenge."

"You need to stop fučkïng around with your life and get your it back on the track then ask your parents' forgiveness. They've already lost one of their children and you are planning to take another child from them by putting your life in danger," I said.

I didn't know where all these words were coming from. It felt like someone had taken over my body and speaking to him.

​"Y...you sound like my sister," he whispered in surprise.

"I do? Maybe I need to drink some water," I said picking the glass of juice and gulping it down.

"So, did my words get into your thick brain?" I asked him.

He nodded his head and sighed.

"But I can't rest until I make sure they are six feet under the ground," he said in rage.

"Then make sure they're six feet under the ground while you are above it," I said with shrug.

"I will..."

"Wow! That was a lot," he said in surprise.

"It was, wasn't it?" I asked.

He looked at the tray and said, "So, you're done?"

"Yeah, let's go. I want to meet Gabriel now," I said walking forward when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.

"Who is going to take medicine?" he asked by narrowing his eyes.

I groaned in annoyance.

"Don't make a face and take your medicine like a good child," he said.

"I'm not a child. I'll be turning eighteen soon." I argued back.

He handed me the pills and I took them with the water.

"Even if you turn eighteen, people would hardly believe that you are an adult because you're so tiny," he said staring at my 5 feet 2 inches figure from his 6 feet 2 inches figure.

"But I can still break your bones if you called me tiny another time," I warned him.

"Oh, I'm scared," he said rolling his eyes.

"Now, are you taking me to him or not?" I asked.

"Follow me, signorina prepotente," he said walking out of the room.

I wanted to know what he had called me in another language but I opted to stay silent.

He took me downstairs and opened a door that had a long staircase going to the basement. There was no light or another room.

Finally, he stopped outside a wall and pressed his thumb on a device that read access then the door opened.

"Go inside, I'll stay here and alert you if someone is coming," he said.

I nodded and went inside the basement.

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Published: 22-12-2016

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