Chained By A Possessive Mafia's Love novel Chapter 13

I turned back, and his eyes were red. Some tear stains proved that the wet feeling was from his tears. I didn't know, but my chest area turned so heavy that I felt someone put tons of stone there to block my breathing.

"I said, send me back. Why did you cage me here? I need to go home," I almost screamed, not because he disagreed with my decision but also because I was feeling frustrated seeing him cry.

"This is your home. Your home is with me. You're free to roam around but never mention going back. Now go back before I force you to," Blaze said. The anger was there.

"My father needs me. I need-" before I could finish my words, and he cut me off from my unfinished stories.

"I know, but you can't go back to them. That's not safe for you," he said with a straight face.

His words confused me. "What are you talking about?" I asked him, but his face changed.

"Love, how about we make a deal?" Blaze sat on the seat, and I stood in front of him.

I carefully stared at his face to know what this stubborn man was trying to plan.

"You want to treat your father, and I want you. So why not exchange the need with each other? I will give your father the best treatment if you give yourself to me," Blaze said with a devilish smile on his face, but this smile was nothing I have usually seen. This smile was full of arrogance and the devil wicked.

I suddenly felt uneasy. I never felt this type of smile was something I didn't understand, but his smile was beyond anyone's understanding.

"I will give you 12 hours. I will come back tomorrow morning, and I need an answer. If your answer is yes, then I will send the world's best doctor for your father's treatment. But if the answer is no, then in this world, no doctor will treat your father. So now the choice is yours. "His voice blanked my mind. This Blaze was not the Blaze I knew who he was. His eyes and expression froze my words.

I wanted to say no and scold him, but an unknown power stopped me.

Because his devil-looking expression was telling, "Dare me, Anna." And once again, this man turned himself in as the devil I never wanted to see.

I stayed silent, and sometimes silence becomes the best answer in critical situations.

Blaze smiled, but his eyes were still sharp as if he were looking into my soul.

I couldn't even read his thoughts, yet he seemed to know every bit of my heart, brain, soul.

I stopped looking at him to hide my thoughts. Blaze kissed my lips. The butterflies started wiggling inside my stomach, but my anger and hate for him broke the butterfly's wings, and he always left his saliva like a shameless man. I did not stop him, nor did I kiss him back!