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Tristan's POV:
I was taught to kill. To show no mercy. "Being a powerful mafia leader is all about being ruthless. Trust no one, Tristan." My father repeated this line more than I can remember. He made me the man that I am.
I was taught to treat women like whores. I've never been on a date nor had any kind of emotional intimacy. It was always sexual. For my pleasure and my pleasure only. I didn't want to give pleasure. I'm a selfish man. I don't wanna satisfy a woman. Why would I? All they want is money. I was taught to torture. That's what gave me satisfaction. Seeing the fear in my victims' eyes, looking at them plead for their life. Being in control of their fate. They know who they belong to, they know who the boss is. They know not to cross me.
Being heartless in this lifestyle earns you respect, dominance, power. And what could a man want for more?
Having money, equals having women. Batting their eyelashes at you, willing to do anything for your attention, for your time, for your presence.
All women are whores. There was no doubt in that. This is what I always believed. What I was programmed to believe.
Of course, that was before I spotted her.
Aurora Shaw.
I first saw her two years ago. A sunny spring day, she was standing in what I assumed was her house's garden, watering the flowers. I was driving by the area to pay one of my acquaintances a visit.
As soon as I layed my eyes on her, she took my breath away. Her porcelain creamy smooth skin glistening under the sunlight.She was wearing a white sundress that complimented her skin tone and hugged her figure perfectly. Her beauty prompted me to tell my driver to stop the car. So I can admire her even more.
Even from afar, I could notice every single feature. Her round innocent face, her striking blue eyes, her lips were red as she was biting on them. So focused on what she was doing. Surrounded by flowers but she was the flower that bloomed most.
She had the kind of face that you can't stop staring at. Her figure was exactly the kind that I set my eyes on. The dress was tight around her breasts and flowing down to her mid-thighs. I was in awe.
What caught my attention most was her hair. Her brown silky hair that reached the bottom of her back. I defy anyone to look at her at that moment and not fall in love.
Such beauty.
Of course, a selfish man like me wanted her for myself. She was physically attractive. She had a one of a kind beauty. She still does. Exquisitely timeless.
I wanted to have her. Maybe have my way with her then let her go. But something about her was very intriguing. I couldn't quite put my finger on it but I wanted to know more. I needed to know more.
That day went by with her face running around my mind. I got home and asked my most trusted man Elijah to do a background check on her.
I found out she was 17 and that she was living with her foster family. Mom died when she was 9. Dad still alive but doesn't live with him.Maybe she doesn't know he's her dad.
By then, it was already decided. I was gonna have her all to myself. But not right away. I reminded myself that patience is key. She was still young. I'll wait till she's ready. I wasn't worried about loosing her as one of my men was always watching her. For her protection.
One year later, I found out she moved to live in an apartment in New York. Apparently, her mother left it for her. She started working as a waitress in a restaurant. That's when I started watching her up close.
I started analysing everything she did during the day: On the weekends, she'd volunteer in an orphanage. That's what confused me. Why would she do that? What would she gain out of it? She definitely isn't gaining money. So why do it?
Hmm.
I noticed every single thing she did. The way she made lunch for the homeless man who sits on her building's step on Sundays. The way she would help old ladies with their groceries. She's truly an angel on earth. And that's what made my obsession grow even more. I was starting to be attracted to her soul, her gentle spirit.
And that's when it struck me. This was no ordinary girl. Meaning she wasn't going to fall for a monster like me. Yes, I had everything but that doesn't mean she'll care about that. A girl that kind and that perfect only sees people's hearts. And I have no heart. But I wanted her to want me. I wanted her to be mine, and the only way to do that was gonna be by force.
I knew it was wrong but I'm selfish. All throughout my life, I never had one of my wishes or requests declined. I always got what I wanted. So when I figured that she wasn't gonna like me, I wasn't too fond of that thought. I had to have her. She'd be mine to protect, mine to hold.
All throughout two years, never have I seen her go on a date. I always wondered why. Surely she'd have no trouble scoring them. Hell, she can have men knocking each other's teeth out for her attention. Her innocence and pureness drew me in. I want to be the one who makes her blush.
I love the fact that she's still pure and intact. Because then I get to be her first. I'd lock the door to our house, carry her to our bedroom and pleasure her all night. Make her moan my name as she quivers and shudders beneath me. And that's the first time I thought about pleasuring a woman.
God, just the thought of her breathing heavily, biting her lip as she held on to me for security while I slam into her over and over again, reaching the right spot with each thrust, gives me a hard on. Watching her clamp her creamy thighs shut because the pleasure was too much. Oh how I desired for her to scream my name.
I'll protect her from all harm. It didn't go unnoticed for me that she had a tough life. She was living alone and providing for herself. She wasn't whoring around, she wasn't selling her body for money. She had pride and I admired that.
When I have her in my posession, she won't work at all. She can have everything she wants. She can have all of me. I'll buy her whatever her heart desires and she doesn't have to do anything. Everyone will be at her service as she would be my queen. Mrs Tristan Black, she's to be respected and protected. All she has to do is just be by my side and I'll give her the world.
I snap out of my thoughts when I hear Elijah calling me. Elijah is my most trusted man. We're like brothers. We grew up together and now he works for me.
"Boss." He calls.
"What is it, Elijah?"
"Isaac is here."
"What the fuck is he doing here?"
"He came with your mom."
"Fuck, I could really do without this today."
"A little harsh to say about your little brother. Don't you think?" He questions.
"I have my own stuff to think about." I reply not looking up from my laptop.
"Well, he just wants to go for lunch."
"Tell him I have business to attend. And tell one of the maids to settle mom in her room." I order.
"He insists, Boss. Said he made reservations somewhere."
"Last time I checked you were working for me Elijah. That means you do things my way or you get a bullet between your eyes."
"You wouldn't kill me, Tristan." He chuckles.
"Fuck off out of here and let me get back to my business." I glare at him.
"You're the boss. But in case you change your mind, the reservation is at Le Clair De Lune." He teases.
At the mention of that name, he definitely catches my attention. He knows that's where she works. "Why didn't you say that from the start, cunt?" I say as I stand up from the leather chair and grab my suit jacket.
"You're whipped boss." He chuckles.
"Shut the fuck up, Elijah." I spit back, sending him a death glare as we stroll out my office.
Making my way downstairs, I find Isaac and my mom sitting in the living room. "Mom, how've you been?"
"Hi, dear. I'm doing great. I'm about to go make some lunch. Are you staying?"
"Mom, you know the maids can handle that. Go rest in your room." I raise a brow.
"Or maybe, you can get married and your wife and I can make lunch together. Just a thought"
Damn woman, always trying to marry me off.
"Soon, mother, very soon."
"I'm having lunch with Isaac and Elijah. I won't be long."
"Oh, okay. Have fun." she hugs me.