Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Sephie
After my short interlude outside, I returned to work and tried my best to act like nothing happened.
Anthony had apparently been chastised while I was away because he kept his hands to himself. This
was new. Did Mr. Lord King Boss Adrik threaten him after I first went outside? Anthony had never
stopped his juvenile antics before tonight.
I think I like Mr. Lord King Boss Adrik.
Most of the men had finished with their meals but were still deep in discussions. The room was tense,
to say the least. I was busy picking up empty tes and taking them back to the kitchen. I recruited
Max to help me pick up tes, so I wouldn’t have to make so many trips. Just as he was about to enter
the room, one of the bodyguards stopped him.
“Excuse me, sir. Only the lovelydy is allowed in the room,” he said with his giant hand on Max’s
shoulder. Max wasn’t a small guy either. He obviously worked out regrly and was well over six foot
tall, but he looked small next to that absolute unit of a bodyguard.
I looked back at Max and smiled. “It’s okay, Max. I’ll get them. Thank you for offering to help.”
I let out a sigh as I walked into the room. I nced in Adrik’s direction, only to notice his blue eyes
staring at me once again. I quickly tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear and made myself busy.
After depositing another round of di rty dishes in the kitchen sinks, I walked out the kitchen door on my
way back to the meeting room. In the back hallway, between the kitchen and the back room, I was met
by none other than Anthony. He wasing out of the restroom,pletely drunk, and acting like he
might fall at any moment. I tried to hurry past him, but he caught my arm and pulled me back to stand
right in front of him.
“Please let go of my arm. I have work to do,” I said, trying to pull away from him. His vice-like grip on
my arm only got tighter. Did bourbon give him some kind of superhuman strength? Seriously. How was
his grip so strong?
“C’mon, you know you’d much rather go into the bathroom with me for a quickie,” he said as he leaned
in to try to kiss me, pushing me up against the wall so I couldn’t easily get away from him. Ugh, his
breath was horrendous and smelled like he’d drank the entire bar that night. Truthfully, he’d probably
had half of it, at least. I turned my head to avoid his lips, which only served to pi ss him off. He said
something in Italian, which I didn’t understand because of his slurring, but he grabbed my other arm,
again with his vice-like grip. He stepped even closer to me, as if that was possible. I could feel his
entire body pressed against mine. I could even feel that he was getting aroused at standing so close to
me.
He didn’t say anything for a moment. He just scanned up and down my body, his breath getting quicker,
his pupils dting. He released one arm and reached up to my face. With the back of his hand, he
lightly grazed my cheek. I turned my head, trying once again to get away from him. He sighed.
“Do you know who I am? Do you know how many girls would love to be in your position right now?”
“Then why don’t you go find one of them. I’ll dly tag her in,” I said.
“You have a smart mo uth. I’ve always heard that redheads were firecrackers. Maybe someone needs
to teach you a lesson.”
“No thanks. School really wasn’t my thing. I probably won’t pay attention if you try to teach me
anything.” I was hoping to make him frustrated enough that he would move, and I could escape his
grasp. Even if he lost a little focus, I was preparing to deck him and then I was going to make a breakAll content is ? N0velDrama.Org.
for it. I thought about screaming but didn’t want to cause a scene. The entire back room was armed
with enough firepower that they could level the entire block if it came to it, so making a scene wasn’t
my finest idea. I was also hoping someone woulde out of the kitchen, but most of the staff had
already left for the night, as it was a slow night in the front of the restaurant. Max was still at the bar,
and he likely wouldn’t hear me anyway. I had to figure out how to get out of this mess on my own.
“There’s that smart mo uth again,” he said as he ran his hand up my arm and slowly wrapped it around
my neck. “Do you know what I do to women that don’t know when to sh ut up?” he asked as his grip
slowly tightened around my neck. My entire body tensed, and my eyes went wide. I knew what was
about to happen.
I felt my air being slowly cut off. Well, shi.* I definitely didn’t expect this to happen tonight. With my one
free arm, I tried hitting him, but he had pressed his body against mine so tightly that I couldn’t get any
kind of leverage on him, so my fist was practically useless.
“That’s it. I like it when they struggle. I like it when they beg me to stop.”
Perhaps my smart mo uth wasn’t the attribute I thought it was. My mind was racing as I was trying to
figure out how to get away from him when I heard the door to the back room open. Footsteps were
approaching. No, multiple footsteps were approaching. Onest feeble attempt to hit him and suddenly
he wasn’t there anymore, and I was on the ground coughing and gasping for air.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and instantly panicked. I scooted away as quickly as I could.
“Whoa, whoa, Persephone. It’s okay. I won’t hurt you. You’re safe now.”
I raised my gaze and was met with those blue eyes once again. They were darker in this light, but
showing nothing but concern, as he reached out to me one more time. This time, I didn’t move away.
He put one arm around my shoulders, and I leaned into his chest. I realized I was crying. He gently
stroked my hair and told me everything was going to be alright.
The next thing I knew, he hooked his other arm under my legs and picked me up, carrying me back to
the kitchen. It was empty when we walked in. He walked over to one of the food prep tables and sat me
down on the table.
Standing in front of me, he produced a handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to me, his hands
never leaving my thighs. I stared at his hands while I wiped the tears from my face and tried to
compose myself.
I felt his hand, gently, under my chin. He raised my head and tilted it all the way back so he could look
at my neck.
“You’re going to have a gnarly bruise tomorrow.”
“Perks of being a redhead. You can look at me hard enough and I’ll bruise.”
He chuckled softly and I let out augh as well. It might not be the healthiest coping mechanism, but
humor made everything better for me. I’d endured some hard times and made it through because I
never lost my sense of humor.
Adrik tenderly wrapped one of my loose curls around his finger, while he scanned my face, concern still
in his eyes.
“Redheads have a special ce in this world. Legend has it they stole the fires of He*ll and that they
carry the mark of Cain.”
“It’s all true. I also steal souls, but only on the weekends. Work has been busytely and I have a
surplus of souls, with not enough storage space right now.”
A wide smile came across his face as heughed. Good grief this man was handsome. I found myself
smiling in response to hisughter and in that brief moment I had forgotten the events that led us to this
moment.
“You are a unique woman, Persephone.”
“Yeah, that’s true too. Redheads are only 2% of the world’s poption and of that 2%, only 2% have an
eye color as unique as mine. So, basically, I’m a unicorn.”
I looked into his eyes as I was talking. His smile faded slightly and the intensity returned. He stared into
my eyes long enough that I got nervous. I dropped my gaze and started fidgeting with my hands.
My body does this weird thing in response to trauma. It’s like I’m shivering, but I’m not cold. Of course,
this was the moment that started up. My therapist had informed me years earlier that it was a
somewhat normal trauma response. It hadn’t happened in years, so I wasn’t expecting it to start. I
couldn’t get away from Adrik fast enough and he felt my legs shaking.
“Are you cold, solnishko? I can get you my jacket,” he said, his hands running up my arms to cover my
bare skin.
“No, it’s…I’m fine,” I said as I hopped off the table. “I should get back to work. Thank you for helping
me.” I folded my arms under my chest and walked out of the kitchen without looking back.
The past always has a way of showing up at the most inopportune times.