Chapter-6-"Melting Heart"

Bella Devina's POV

A hand cups my cheek. It feels so warm, I lean into it. A thumb traces my bottom lip causing a tingle tickle that makes me smile. Something warm and cozy is huddles beside me and I cuddle into it. My legs are on it moving closer than it already is. I breathe in the scent. Something familiar fills my nose, but I let it be. My hands are thrown around it. It feels so right.

"Wake up, Little Dove." A rough voice whispers.

"Urgh! Five more minutes." I groan cuddling into the cozy. Wait! Little Dove? My body jerks up and I move away. Sitting up I gasp in horror at what I see beside me, what I cuddled into. My eyes widen. It's the Devil sleeping beside me. His morning hair in place along with his smirk. Does he have to look so damn gorgeous in the morning?!! It's so damn irritating! "What are you doing here?!"

"This is my room." He speaks as a matter of fact. I look around. Yeah! This is not the room I slept in! This room is too big. It's all painted black. There is fire place. There are two entry doors. Yes, Two! That's how big it is! There is a whole sitting area. A working space too.

"What am I doing here then?!" How did I even get here?! Last night Jules and I fell asleep on the same bed. Where is she?!

"I brought you here." He sits up leaning against the head board. His broad chest and shoulders come into view. "You belong in here." He says. His steel eyes meeting mine. The light falls on us through the curtains. I have never seen a more attractive male.

"This is ridiculous!" I get off the bed and am about to walk to the main door, which looks it like it would take minute considering the length of the room.

"I would just bring you back here. You know that. There is no point in fighting." He says as he gets out of the bed slowly and walking towards me till me stands in front of me. His proximity is so confusing. My body craves it. My heart craves it, but my mind tells me to run. He is wearing a black track pant. "This is the new reality. The quicker you accept it, the better it gets." I huff and put my hands on my waist.

"I am trying to accept it." I lie. "We made a real remember? You would give me freedom!" I remind. I turn around to walk out as fast as possible. He pulls me by my waist to him. My back pressed to his warm front.

"I will keep my promise, Chica." His whispers in my ear and I am so glad he can't see my face. He would see the effect he has on me. "But you won't get one thing. Freedom from me." I try to pull away, but he carries me to the bathroom. The room is illuminated. It's the same here too. Dark is the theme. He switches on the light. Placing me near the large counter, trapping me with his hands on either side.

I look at us in the mirror. I only come till his chest. Wearing a black satin strapless night top and shorts, my falling till my waist, his tall frame behind me, I look like a trapped bird. What's more terrifying? A willing trapped bird! His arms come around me and he grabs a brush putting some paste on it. He thrusts it to me. I want to say I am not a child, but what is the point. Sighing I take it from him.

"Did no one tell you that staring is bad?" I ask as he stares at me like a predator. Why does he stare so much?

"They did. But why should I care?" His I don't care attitude is so sexy. I am the opposite of it. I had to care for everything, about my every response and every action. It is so exhausting.

"So you don't care about your actions and how it effects others?"

"I do care how it effects me. Otherwise why should I care?" His hand comes from behind as his knuckles caress my cheek. Something war, fills me. "That's how you should be. That's what you internally want to be." His steel eyes stare right into mine, like he could see my soul.

He is right! For once, I don't want to care about the consequences! I want to live!

"You should serve you first. You can't give something you don't have. People call it selfishness because it doesn't serve them, because you didn't meet their expectations."

That's what I have been doing all my life. Living and serving to other people's expectations. Literally!

"I want you to be you, Chica! What is you?! I want to see that!" is words prick my body and skin.

What is me?

"I made an exception for you. I am trying to hold myself back for you." He says and I scoff and start brushing. I wonder what would happen if he didn't hold back.

My thoughts roam to my mother. She loves me, but she is so devoted to my father. They made sure I become an ideal house wife, teaching me to cook properly. Talk elegantly, walk like a lady and not be bothering in the business. But she never forgot to show her love for me. I left a letter that I will be safe and will come back hoping she would find it. I am brought out of my thoughts when he kisses my neck.

He is watching me like a hawk. He pushed my hair to the side while I was in my thoughts and his hand grabs my waist. My eyes close for a brief second. The butterflies in my stomach come to life and I want to melt under his touch.

Why does this feel so right? This electrifying feel when he touches me? Why do I come alive?

Before I know it a moan leaves my lips and that brings me back to reality. I never moaned. I was untouched and his touching in all the right places for all the wrong reasons is just... Please help me! I come out of my haze and push him off washing my mouth.

"Do you do this to all the women you kidnap?" I snark. My eyebrows come together. A kind of jealously gripping my heart. He gives me that heart melting smile.

"No. I usually kill them in my dungeons downstairs." He chuckles, but the response makes my eyes go wide. I kind of believe it might be true. He sees that and immediately pulls me close. His other hand tugs my hair back harshly. "Relax. It is only you. I will never hurt you." He tried to assure, but that does little to calm me. "I will save you." He says with such determination, like I am in some kind of danger.

"What?" I am confused. He is the only danger to me.

"I will rip out all those web of lies and secrets around you." He promises.

What web of lies? What does he mean? What does he know about me?

"You want to be Free?" He asks seriously. I gulp and nod. "Only truth will set you free, Little Dove. You have been living an illusion. I will fucking show you the truth. The first of the truth being me."

"I want to bath. As you might already know, Jules and I are going to Central park today." He has seen our chats. He just nods. I make it for the door.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"My clothes. They are with Jul-" He comes and takes my hand, holding it in his as he pulls me. Not gently if I have to mention. I have to walk faster to match his strides. He takes me out of the bathroom to another door, I missed earlier. "How many doors are there exactly in his room?" He turns to me as smirks turning on a switch. I gasp. It is a walk in closet. It is nearly half the size of his room.

His clothes are occupying the half of it while my suitcase sits pleasantly on the other side. No! No, no, no! He didn't bring my clothes here!

"You didn't!" I want to scream. He goes and puts my suitcase on one of the counters opening it for me. He flips the top and chuckles at me.

"I did."

This arrogant son of a bitch! I try to gulp down how annoyed I feel and go to my suitcase.

"This whole side is yours. Whatever you want to buy, whatever you want to fill it with. If it doesn't fill up by the end of the week, I will have the designers come in and do it." He speaks.

"You can't blackmail me into buying clothes. You can at the least leave that to me!" I search through my clothes to find what I want and snatch them up.

"That would mean you don't have your mind set up you are going to live here. Not acceptable. Or maybe we can just go shopping together." He leans down and gives me a kiss on my cheek. A fucking tender kiss! That sneaky bastard! He can't make me go stupid like that! I want to feel what it's like again!!! His hand spanks my butt and I jump. "Go get ready for your day, chica." He commands.

"You don't have to tell me. I will!" I turn around planning to go to Jules's room to shower. "Get that ass to the bathroom here or I will come join you in the washroom. I throw him a glare from over my shoulder and do what he says. I want to bath alone. Not ready for him in the shower with me. How does he know me so well?!!

Jules is walking beside me in the Central Park. It is covered in snow. Since it's Monday and it's the middle of the day, there are very less people. I hoop my arm into hers. The bodyguard he placed on us is walking behind us. I am surprised he didn't tag along, but it did relieve me. I want to spend time with my best friend.

"Last night is just..." I trail off.

"Horrific." Jules complete for me.

"How can a night change everything?" She shakes are head. "I wasn't expecting to be obsessed over by a mafia leader!"

"A powerful one at that. A chillingly dark one." She adds. Well, kind of a cute one! Wait?! What?! Cute? Brain please! Delete that thought!

"Jules." I call talking in a low voice so the person behind us, Cain, can't hear. "What if we try to escape tonight?" She pauses and thinks about it. We find a bench and sit down. "Think about it. It is party. Everyone will be busy. I will try to act like a good girl, attend the party and come back saying I am tired. We leave immediately."

"They will expect you to escape, Bells." She points out. "The security will be tight."

"But we have to try. We might not get a chance like this." My heart drops at what I am suggesting. Like it wants to stay. No!

"You are right. I actually have a plan on how to escape. Once we go back, I will check the exits while you get ready and go to the party. I will try to drug those security."

"Good! Tonight it is then."

My heart goes back to his words. Only truth will set you free. You have been living in an illusion! I can't ponder on them. I have to go back.

That is the right thing to do, right?

What if we get caught?

A/N:

Hey my cute dumplings!

Some people who look like Villans are the ones living their best life. We are all ties down with expectations, illusion and fear. I hope we all overcome them to be our own versions. Whether it be mediocre or best. To know ourselves is the real truth.

Gabriel might be the only one to give her that. By hook or crook.

Tell me what you think. I neeeeeed to know if you love Gabriel.

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