"What if she went to the cops?!" He continued to burst his anger on me as I tried my best to be at serene.
Garry had brought me up, I have great respect for him but that doesn't mean he is allowed to question my judgment..
"Relax, I left Jamie after her and instructed him if she dares to do it, drag her back here." I explained, taking a sip.
He hated how my voice came out icy but that's who I am. A Monster.
"Besides, I have her ID card and necessary stuff. She wouldn't dare unless she is simply dumb."
I laughed a little emptily to myself as he narrowed his eyes at me in disbelief for breaking extremes.
"Was marriage necessary? Why did you marry her?" he asked, calming down a little and coming closer.
"I have no intentions of being a protector from shadows! I am done protecting her from afar!" I hissed, slamming my glass on the table.
"You have done nothing for her." He reminded me seriously.
That's why.
"I was supposed to protect her, not babysit her." I reasoned, growling.
"She is half of your age, Young Lord! You’re 36, she is 22. Fourteen years!" He argued.
"Besides, what explanation are you going to give everyone?" He asked, hitting where it hurts the most. I scoffed, looking away, not bothering to reply.
"Everyone has gathered at the Silvester Palace and you have concealed yourself with your young wife in this farmhouse."
He continued to scold me but I closed my eyes, pretending I was not listening.
"Young Lord! Are you listening?!"
"Shut up, I am not young." My tone came out slurry, feeling tipsy after constant shots. I have a very low tolerance for alcohol.
"Go to your room, you are drunk." He sighed, coming closer and helping me to stand.
"I am fine. I don't need support." I argued, removing my hand from him and was about to walk away but Maria came.
"Sir, she is awake."
"I know what she must be thinking, Not again." I chuckled and turned to Garry.
"I must go and greet my wife." My tone came out slurry, wanting to see her reaction to find herself locked again.
"Hell No. You brought her here?!"
I only smirked and was about to leave but he stopped me, "You are not going anywhere in this condition." He said sternly, taking me to my room.
"You know what Garry…" I began to say, when he helped me to sit.
"I fucking hate her!" I scowled, slamming my hand on the bed.
"What's so special about her?! She is just a stupid girl. She is not worthy of being my wife." I muttered.
"You know it." He replied nonchalantly, helping me lay down and leaving me alone in the room as before I knew it, I passed out.
The next day I woke up when bright sunlight fell on my face, waking me from my solace-inducing slumber, pissing me off at the person who left them open..
I woke up and decided to take a long shower and got ready. I walked down and saw Garry waiting already for me.
"Oh you came here directly, I thought you were going to greet your young bride first." He taunted with a smile but I rolled my eyes and ordered Maria.
"Make sure she eats well, if she refuses just threaten her a little by my name-" Garry cut me off by hearing it.
"What do you mean by threatening by your name? What have you done to her?!"
I swear he was the only person who had the audacity to cut me off and yell at me, if it was someone else, he'd be dead by now.
"Nothing." I muttered.
"No. Before leaving, we are going to meet her first." he said.
"I don't have time." I said, annoyed.
"No. You are coming with me, Young Lord." He said, grabbing my wrist and taking me along.
I didn't want him to see the years he offered in my nurturing on how to respect women wasting over the foundation of fright.
"Garry." I yanked my hand away from him, glaring at him.
"Stop." I ordered.
"Meaning you must have done something." He said in disappointment.
"We are leaving. Now. And make sure this won't happen again." I warned him about his action of grabbing my wrist, moving away.
He looked down, closing his arms at the back, "I apologize, Young Lord." I hummed, setting my collar and cuff links.
"No one knows about this marriage and make sure to seal these lips, understood?" I warned him.
"Yes, Sir." After giving him instructions, I left for work without arguing about her anymore.
Seemingly, I was working as a businessman for real estate as a facade but on my dirty side, on the darker side, I was a cruel Mafia leader who doesn't compromise when it comes to work.
Take a life, even if the person is closest to your heart- I have done it.
Sometimes it was hard keeping both but I have managed it.
After the monotonous day at work, I returned back to the farmhouse, probably preparing for a long cursing towards my lack of responsibility at family matters.
I went to my room, took off my coat, tie and accessories. I rolled my white shirt's sleeves roughly, ruffling my hairs to make them messy and opened the first two buttons of my shirt.
Before I could go to the bathroom to freshen up a knock appeared on the door.
"What?" I asked, using my phone.
"Sir, Madam is causing an uproar about going home." I almost forgot her.
Sighing, I put my phone down and walked out, "Did she have dinner?" I asked, going to her room.
"No, Sir. She refused to have both lunch and dinner even after trying." Does she truly think doing this would help her?
What a wimpy mouse could do anyways other than begging for mercy or scream for help.
She. Is. A. Stain.
Opening the door with a loud thud sound, I entered her room furiously, stealing her breaths and capturing it in my domain, hissing furiously at her.
"What the hell is your problem?!"