••• Cinzel •••
Blinking, my eyes tried to adjust the darkness in the room to make out what was in my surroundings but my mind was too vague to comprehend what exactly happened.
A guy came and knocked me unconscious.
Looking around I found myself in a room along with the sound of a melodious whistle echoing in the room.
My heart began to race, unwillingly hoping for the one to come here and save me but Prince must have left by now.
“Where am I?”
Sitting up, I saw the same guy sitting on the couch, whistling while using his phone but stopped when he noticed me.
“Oh, you’re awake.” His deep resonance came out tenderly, getting up.
“Why am I here?” I asked, looking around the room, getting out from the bed, glaring at him.
“You know… this is the room you were born in.” The masked guy told me.
“What?” I asked in disbelief.
“Hmm. It’s the Alroy storage. That day cops raided us, your mother was going into labor so we had to do it here. Honestly, I thought both of you were going to die.” He chuckled a little, getting up and standing in front of me.
“Who are you?” I asked with a shaky breath.
He only put his hand over his chest and bowed a little, “The one who will be by your side when you shall claim the position you deserve.”
I took a step back.
“I.. wasn’t taught… how to.” I mumbled, hugging my sides, looking away.
“That Prince did a great job in hiding you but no more. I won’t let his cowardice affect you.”
“Who are you?” I demanded. “Your soon-to-be right hand man- De Villiers.” I looked at him for a long time, staring at him.
His tone actually made me feel as if he is an ally but why would he be? But On the second thought, if he wanted to kill me, he could.
“Your eye color. They were green when you came, not brown.” I spoke up quickly, pointing at his eyes.
“Must be your imagination. They were always brown.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“No, I remember clearly. You shed a tear, you had green eyes-”
“Cinzel.” My heart skipped a beat when he called me, “Did Prince hurt you?”
“He protected me.” I replied in a bare whisper, my lips tried to curse but the only sound they were able to produce was this.
“He stole your identity from you.” He whispered back, taking a step closer.
I flinched at the closeness but he reassured me, “Don’t startle. I am not going to do anything. I am not going to hurt you.”
“Why am I here?” I asked hesitantly.
“This is the time to reveal yourself so they will know who you are and not dare to come near you.”
“I am not ready.” I argued.
“I am with you, everyone is. On Next Monday, every member will be present here and you will emerge as the Queen which you are.” He ordered and I was taken aback.
“Queen?” I blinked, thinking if I heard him right or not.
“Of course. You are a Queen. My little Queen.” He chuckled sweetly. I couldn’t believe this seemingly dominant man was talking sweetly with me.
“No! Prince said there are Aces-” I opened my mouth to argue but he didn’t let me.
“You don’t have to vex, we are here. 'I' am here.” He tried to convince me but to no avail.
“Why would I trust you?” I muttered, turning my head to the side.
I couldn’t trust anyone but… Prince.
“I certainly can’t leave you in the hands of those bastards.” He hissed. Biting my lips, I looked away, tightening my grip over myself.
Things raised rapidly that my mind couldn’t comprehend. It was too much for me to take in.
“Who are you?” I asked again. Unsure about his talks, I can’t conduct such an action without consulting Prince.
He couldn’t expect me to join the Mafia and kill guys, do illegal trades and let the darkness consume me, I could never turn out what they expected from my biological Mother, this nefarious life was never meant for me.
This was out of my reach.
He laughed a little, taking a step back, his hands were at his back, “You don’t have to believe my words but I believe you do want to gain power stronger than Prince, don’t you?”
He hit my most sensitive nerve, beckoning me with the allure I couldn’t resist.
“Prince will take me away from here.” What the hell was I saying?!
Instead of shaking hands with him, I was placing my faith upon Prince but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t trust anyone. When did that happen?
His amusement faltered, “Now that’s new. I didn’t know you had firm faith in Prince.” He snickered.
Scoffing, I looked away. “I want to leave.”
“Why? Isn’t your Prince gonna come, hmm?” He mocked, coming closer.
He was not here or else he would be here to save me how he came when Zaniel tried to kill me. I had.. Faith- Why?
Who was he to me that I held faith in him?
“He will…” I whispered.
“You have two options, Cinzel. Either I drop you home safely or you wait for your Princy to rescue you.” I couldn’t see his face but I bet he must be smirking, clearly taunting me while offering me his hand.
My hands were itching to take him and go home but angry at myself, I rolled my eyes, refusing his offer.
“Well, If that’s what you want. Goodbye then, see you in a week.” He said and literally left me all alone in this enormous warehouse.
“Like hell I will come here again.” I was surprised about his resoluteness for me to come here again.
After he left, I gave myself a long series of scolding, scanned the room I was born in and sat in the corner, hiding my face in my knees.
Not understanding what happened to me? Why did I take Prince’s side before the others?
‘Why did I leave the world and choose him?’
After his countless agitation and possessiveness, it was undeniably heartbreaking for me to accept the fact he makes me feel safe with everyone.
The door banged open, revealing Prince in a messy form, uneven breaths, vexed. My heart skipped a beat to see he actually searched for me desperately.
“Cinzel.” He rushed to my side, holding my hands, kissing them.
I looked at him in disbelief, shivering because what I said was true. He was truly here to shelter me.
“You okay? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
He was utterly perturbed by my condition, observing my form breathlessly.
“Thank God, you are safe.”
He smiled but my eyes were blinded by tears, wanting to burst my engulfing emotions on him, beset by his presence intoxicating my soul.
“Cinzel…?”
“You okay?” He asked but a tear rolled down my cheeks followed by a stream of them, pulling his shirt, encasing his breath with mine.
“I hate myself for actually awaiting you…”
I sobbed a little, putting my head on his chest. Perplexed by my demeanor, he ran his hand in my hair.
“Why…?”
His voice came out hurt, rubbing my back as I cried on his chest.
“I chose you… over everything.. I chose to wait for you to come… I didn't want to but I did...” Convulsive, I looked up at him with my teary eyes, holding him firmly.
“Why..? I never wanted this then why am I here… yours?!”