Chapter-1-"Strikingly Handsome. Scarily Cruel."

Bella Devina's POV

"I am having the best time!" I yell over the music to Julia. She is smiling and dancing with some guy. She winked at me. I am so drunk. I see her twerking and I want to twerk too, but I know I am not good at that. The song changes and the music gets louder as it's close to midnight. I move away from any guy that tries to dance with me.

Deciding to run away for a week to New York was the best decision. Though Julia is the rebel out of us both, this idea was solely mine. I needed change. I needed to get away. It was too suffocating at home. More like my Golden Cage! Dad seems adamant on going through with the wedding. It is important for the family he says. He never tried to hide the fact that I was just another business for him.

But this week... This one week of my twenty one years of my life is mine. Completely, unstoppably mine! It is Christmas tomorrow and the city has come alive. Apart from the cold in the city and the paranoia that one of my father's men might show up, all is going well... Infact more than well. No one to stop me.

No more, You do not chew loudly, Bella!

No more, You should eat less sweets so you don't put on weight!

No more, You cannot twerk, Bella!

Urgh! Like fuck, I am gonna twerk my ass! I just googled how to do it before coming here! So you can't stop me mom!!!

"I wanna go to the washroom." I yell again and she nods before whispering something in the ear of the guy grinding on her. The whole place smells like smoke and week. There is just something dark about his place. It's the kind of thing my father would keep me away from. So naturally, I lurked here and wanted to be here. I need to enjoy and try all the things that I am being depraved of.

"Let's go." She holds my hand as she pulls me along. Once we are in the bathroom we go to the empty stalls do our job and come out to wash our hands.

"Jules, this the BEST FUCKING DECISION EVER!!!" I don't realize I am yelling. I hug her tightly and rock. She laughs and hugs me back.

"IT IS!!!" She yells back. "Let's take a picture!" She pulls out her mobile. We both left our mobiles at home. My father would track us with them. Jules bought us new mobiles and since we don't and can't use sim cards, we created fake instagram profiles to communicate. We both take some cute pictures in our sexy outfits. God! I love this dress! I am tired of dressing like a nun nearly. "Give me a sexy pose."

I pose like I am kissing, pout and give a sexy look into the camera. I am wearing a white mini dress that ended right below my butt. The cut in the front is a bit deep showing my cleavage. It's so hard to hide who I am all the time. I want to explore life too. I want to explore my sexuality, but no. I am supposed to be a virgin for my husband's taking. It's my husband's right. If only I had a dollar for everytime I heard it.

"You sexy bitch!" She laughs and we both giggle for no reason. Yeah! We are reeeaaallly drunk!!! She hands me my phone which I don't know when she took.

"You go. I am gonna come join you in a second." I tell her and she hugs me before leaving the bathroom. There is almost no one in the washroom. Only me. I sigh and look at myself. The girl looks drunk and happy. I smile, the girl in the mirror smiles.

This is so much fun!!!

BANG!!!

BANG!!!

BANG!!!

I shriek at the sound of shooting. The bathroom door suddenly opens and a guy walks in limping. His shirt is covered in blood. Blood is coming out of his mouth too. My mouth is wide open. What the fuck?!!!

"Pl-Please!! Help!!" He asks extending his hand towards me before falling down on his knees.

"Oh no! Let me call the poli-fuck!" I don't have a sim card. I should go out and call someone. "Wait! Let me call someone!" I am run to the door and go out. Everyone is trying to run out in chaos. "Help! Somebody please!" I see a group of men standing and talking instead of going hysterical like everyone. I run to them and tug on the shirt if a guy with his back to me. "Help! Please! There's someone-"

My next words die in my throat. Dark grey eyes meet mine. My breath stops for a second. His chiseled jaw that is clenched, relaxes as his eyes meet mine. Few top buttons of his shirt are open. But what makes me take a step back and gulp is the gun in his hand and the blood on his black shirt. His eyes scan me. The whole me and they linger on my neck, then on my lips, before they meet mine.

"I-I-" I try to form words, but they keep dying down. The men around him watch me. My heart is beating erratically. I feel like I couldn't breathe. All the drunken haze is now gone. "The-There-" I point to the washroom. The man whose shirt I tugged takes a step towards me. I take two back. A sense of recognition passes through them as he looks at me.

"Here you are, Little Dove." He speaks as if he is searching for me.

"Th-There is a man who-who is shot! He-He-" I stop talking. This man is holding a gun. It's probably him who shot it. Two of his men goes to the washroom. All the while the man in front of me stares at me. Just stares like he wants to get a closer look. Where is Julia?!! Two of the men who went in come out.

"He is dead, Gabriel." They announce to the man standing in front of me and I hold on to the counter beside me from falling down. My mouth hangs open. Tears well up in my eyes.

"No." I whisper.

"You know what to do." He orders his men.

"Yes boss." They go back to the washroom.

"You killed him." I speak more to myself. My anxiety spikes.

"Of course we did. Fucking rapist! Been looking for him for years! Trafficking humans!" One of his men responds with anger. My eyes widen. Rapist?! Human trafficking? Maybe he is lying. The man who responded looks determined of what he spoke.

"Then the Police are supposed to catch him! They woul-"

"Do shit work." The man who spoke earlier completes my sentence. "You could have been the target too if we don't kill bastards like him and let the law deal with it."

"Simon." Gabriel stops him. "Little Dove." He calls. I look at him. The initial horror now settling in, knowing they are not out to harm innocents. All of this doesn't exactly make me run for hills. I know my father is involved in something illegal too though he never told me what. "We. Make. The Rules in this city." He speaks like it's that simple.

"Huh." Leaves my mouth as I contemplate all of this.

"Is he your brother? Or boyfriend?" Something dark lurks in his eyes as he asks that. I shake my head unable to form words. "Good." Good? He steps even closer and holds his hand up. For some reason, I don't flinch. He puts his palm on my face wiping a tear that fell down.

One of them comes closer to him and hands him a mobile.

"We found this at the counter in the washroom." I look at it and instantly know it's mine. I reach out to grab it, but this strinkingly handsome man reaches it first. His palm leaving my face to hold it. I miss the warmth of it.

"Yours?" He asks. I nod. He pockets it. "Any more witnesses?" He asks still looking at me.

"None, Boss." The guy behind him answers. There are three more men standing behind him.

"You came alone, Little Dove?" He asks and I seriously fiddle. I can't tell him I came with my friend. He reaches his hand out again as another tear drops down my face and I bit down on it. Hard. Very. Fucking. Hard! I taste blood in my mouth hoping he would move back and I could run away. It won't take long for the men behind him to catch me, but that's the only thing I can do. I can't just give up.

Instead of hissing in pain. He just smiles at me. His perfect whites showing off.

"Ah! So you bite." He looks at his hand that now has my teeth marks and dots of blood. One of his men hands him a tissue and he wipes down the blood.

"How ironic? She was his target tonight." Simon speaks. My heart bets erratically. I was a target? Something dark fills Gabriel's eyes. Darker than they already are. I have to get out of here. He turns to Simon and I take that chance to make a run for the door. The place is almost cleared out and I rush out without looking back. I left my phone with him. Fuck it! I look around frantically for Julia.

"Bella!" I hear her shout and turn to my right. There is shock and fear on her face. "Come on! I have been waiting! We have to leave!" She yells holding out the door of a cab and I run like my life depended on it. I am sure she heard the gun shots and ran out with everyone. I sit in and look out at the club as the cab moves.

Those group of men wearing black come out and their handsome boss. He looks right at me. My heart stops beating for a second. He stares a second and his lips curl up on the left. There is a silent promise in his eyes.

He is going to find me!

A/N:

Hey my cute dumplings!

I know it's a bit violet for the first episode, but that's the beginning. A lot more on the way for Bella to know. A lot more on the way for Gabriel to claim.

A beginning of an obsession. A beginning of a possession.

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