Amoret's pov

Hearing shuffling noises coming from the kitchen my eyes flutter open looking over to the clock on the wall seeing it's almost noon. Immediately, I sit up not sure why I overslept. My guess is the midnight black curtains really do work. Once I get out of bed I rinse my face really quick patting it dry to make my way into the kitchen. Stepping foot into the living room I spot Mr. underboss shirtless wearing his grey sweats looking really good I must admit.

Underboss is a very attractive man. That is something I immediately thought when I first met him. Those black curl waves of hair are messily attractive. The way his subtle beard and mustache connect compliments his facial features that without a doubt makes women desire him even more. This man is truly a perfection of a Greek god. As he looks through the fridge I examine his every muscle that enhances with his every movement. He keeps fit that's for sure no wonder his confidence is high because he knows what he offers. Underboss suddenly closes the fridge acknowledging my presence, which catches me off guard. However, my eyes stay glued to his six pack abs almost looking like eight.

"Eyes up here," he says breaking me out of my thoughts. I feel my cheeks redden from embarrassment that he just caught me getting lost by his attractiveness. But of course it doesn't just stop there. Those emerald green eyes are enough to leave me breathless with his bold perfectly shaped eyebrows. They're better than mine I can tell you that much.

"No one is looking at you," I defensively respond snapping out of my thoughts. I make my way towards the water tank feeling suddenly thirsty. As I walk by him I can see his eyes scanning my body. A smirk appears on my lips as I purposely wanted this exact reaction as I wear my navy blue bra and panties. Turns out Mr. underboss isn't the only one to be confident in their skin.

"Like what you see?," I teasingly ask as I turn around my eyes connecting to his. I can tell the man inside him is taking over as those seductive eyes of his look lustful. This is exactly what I want from him to make him desire me, but why am I not happy?

Maybe perhaps after awhile of being seen by men as a sexual object it tends to get old. That's all I'm used too. Underboss immediately looks away walking into the living room taking a seat on his couch grabbing the remote control to turn on the television. Of course I suspected this to happen. However, we're definitely getting somewhere.

Suddenly, the door bursts open catching underboss and I off guard completely. His father walks inside as his eyes glance at me quickly not expecting to walk into such a scene like this. In the same rhythm he turns away from me as I duck down wanting to teleport into my bedroom. Too bad that isn't possible.

"Dad?," Underboss utters now standing up facing his father. I must say looking at his father more clearly due to only meeting him once, which was quick. The Castillo men look alike the difference being the different colored eyes.

"This wouldn't be the case if you knew how to answer my calls," Mr. Castillo grumbles. 

"Let me change and I'll meet you outside," underboss says definitely playing it smart. Whatever it is his father wants to tell him he definitely doesn't want me to know about it. I really need to start acting invisible for me to gather information that's for sure.

"Don't take long and by the way my bad Amoret," Mr. Castillo says as he makes his way out.

"It's okay," I awkwardly utter not knowing what else to really say. My soon to be father in law just saw me in my bra and panties. That doesn't just happen to everyone right?

After I hear Mr. Castillo shut the door I stand back up power walking towards my bedroom.  As I power walk I bump against a hard chest that belongs to the underboss himself. Due to the sudden impact and the speed we were both going I lose my balance. However, underboss catches me breaking my fall. His warm hands firmly grasp onto my waist as my entire self is wrapped within his arms. Time completely stops nothing else existing besides us two. Our eyes meet one another in silence.

Growing up I've heard about the Castillos. They're known for their ruthlessness and wealth. Mr. Castillo sure is talented to run such a mafia at such a young age and for leading it to where they are today. Being so close to a Castillo in this moment you would think I'd be fearful, but it's quite the opposite actually. Since I've been here he hasn't hurt me. Yeah he treats me coldly as he should. After all he doesn't know me and was forced to have a total stranger enter his life and his home. Therefore, I understand him, but he hasn't hurt me in anyway.

His emerald eyes break away from mine letting go of me as he steps aside letting me pass as he proceeds to his destination. The warmth I've felt is now replaced with coldness. I lightly shake my head snapping myself out of the state I was in not sure on why I was in such a state to begin with.

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Junior's pov

"What's so important that you had to barge into my place like that?," I say getting inside the car where my father patiently sits.

"By your lack of report and by your clueless attitude. I'm sure you haven't checked your surveillance footage," he says as he observes me.

My dark brows creases unsure by what he means. After yesterday's double date Israel and I decided to hang out for an hour more after going our separate ways. As soon as I got home I saw an angry Amoret waiting for me, which I felt bad for forgetting that she has no way into my home. However, she didn't say a word to me only rushing inside slamming the door. After that I just crashed out. Therefore, I haven't had time to check the surveillance.

"I haven't. What the hell is going on?," I question concernedly.

"Amoret had a visit from a friend. His name is Roman Graudyn. He's Romanov's third in command," my father informs me.

"What the fuck. How dare she?," I grumble unhappy with the news I'm receiving. It turns out now that she can't be left alone at my own damn home.

"This is exactly what happens when your head isn't in the game. You need to stay focused."

"I'm smashing that damn phone of hers," I seethe through my teeth.

"I don't think she called them over. They're watching her," father says causing me to take a step back to put everything together. Last night Amoret left her phone in the guest room not bringing it with us to dinner. There was no way she had the time to call.

"When did this asshole enter the premises?," I decide to ask to further connect the dots.

"Right after she got dropped off by a red vehicle I've identified as a Uber driver."

Father is right she's being watched. However, why would they keep eyes on her if she's in it with them? It's starting to make no sense.

"If they're working together then why would they need to watch her?," I murmur.

"In the footage Graudyn and Amoret are very close to one another. After having Amoret's hands within his he places a kiss on her forehead before leaving the premises. Seems to me like they're involved with one another," father blankly says.

"How does this Roman Graudyn look like?," I mutter. Father doesn't say a thing just handing me a photograph of this Russian asshole that decided to trespass into my property.

As soon as I see the photograph I remember this is the same man that walked alongside Romanov when we had the meeting that put all of this bullshit arranged marriage into motion. I knew this guy was something of significance due to him standing beside his boss that day. However, now I know he's third in command that explains why he was on Romanov's left side.

"I remember him," I pointedly say.

"As of right now I assigned men to guard your home from now on. Also, I suggest you assign one of your trustees to watch her at all times when you're not around her," father sternly advises. I nod in agreement that this must be done.

"It's time to use this for interrogation," I add. My father doesn't say a word only nodding as a sign to proceed.

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Slamming the door shut I decide to call for Amoret. Not hearing anything I call for her again this time getting her response as I wait for her to enter the living room to get this interrogation started. Amoret finally steps into the room before saying, "yes?"

"Who was the motherfucker that you were talking to last night?," I grumble. Amoret's face becomes frozen not expecting for me to find out. She must really think I'm an idiot.

"Answer me," I scold not having any patience for her to play dumb with me right now. Amoret jumps in fright from my sudden reaction.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she mumbles. Of course she does this.

"You must think I'm absolutely stupid don't you?," I mutter.

"I'm not having this conversation with you right now," she bluntly says as she turns around ready to walk away from me, which only boils my blood even more. Just as she was about to start making her way to the guest room. I walk towards her slamming my hand against the wall in front of her preventing her from proceeding. She stumbles back not expecting this from me.

"You're not leaving anywhere until you give me answers Amoret," I sternly say as I grab her arm carefully not wanting to hurt her in any way pulling her to follow me towards the couch. I then sit her down as I remain standing crossing my arms across my chest warily watching her.

"I want a name now," I firmly demand. Amoret stays silently battling with herself in front of me. It doesn't take long for her to talk.

"Roman Graudyn," she murmurs her eyes now locked with mine demonstrating she isn't scared of me. The nerve of her.

"What the fuck were you two taking about?," I raise a brow intently waiting for her response.

"He was just checking up on me since I haven't called my father since I moved in that's all," Amoret calmly responds.

"I'm calling Romanov to cancel this marriage due to his daughter not satisfying my needs as a man," I coldly threaten turning around to grab my phone to start dialing. This immediately makes Amoret jump up from the couch grasping my arm to prevent me from proceeding.

"Please do not do that," she fearfully pleads her face expression completely scared about my threat. Now this is exactly where I need Amoret to be.

"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't?," I question as I continue to observe her.

"You're going to get me hurt," Amoret responds. I crease my brows a bit taken back by her response.

"Hurt how? Be specific," I say.

"My father doesn't like being embarrassed. He's a believer that a women only lives to satisfy and obey her husband. So hearing that his daughter that represents his name isn't doing exactly just that then he will discipline me in ways you could never understand," Amoret sternly explains. By her expression I can tell she isn't lying, which I must admit has me thinking about it more than I should. This is an invitation to her world this is where I need to start.

"He's beaten you hasn't he?," I ask. Amoret stays silent mentally debating herself over my question until she nods. She then let's go of my arms turning around.

"Roman was sent by my father to check up on me just to make sure I'm doing exactly as a Russian women should as I explained to you earlier. My father is just making sure I'm practicing that," Amoret informs letting out a shaky breathe.

"What's your relationship with Graudyn?"

"We're just acquaintances," she briefly responds.

"That's explains the close encounter and kiss of the forehead," I sarcastically say. Amoret turns around to face me expressing her annoyance.

"It's a Russian thing."

"Bullshit," I mutter.

"He always had a thing for me, but that's it. I'm telling the truth," she says.

"Why don't I believe you one bit?," I raise my brow not believing her for the slightest.

"You either choose to believe me or not it's your choice," Amoret mutters as she decides to head towards the guest room. However, what I say next completely freezes her to the spot.

"Well then it should be easy for you to join Graudyn and I for lunch tomorrow."