Chapter Three

                                    

                                          
Chapter Three
                          


                          
After the thunderous gunshot erupted throughout the house I was unsure what happened next. My heart was jumping so fast up my throat whilst my brain rushed. My eyes blurred the environment around me as I stumbled out the living room and found myself in the corridor leading back to the main hall.
                          
My legs felt numb with pins and needles and seemed to carry me without me willing to leave. The sound of a gun bullet must have activated my fight or flight response - rightfully so I did the only thing anyone can react to a gun bullet - by fleeing for my life.
                          
A vice grip snagged at my arm preventing me from going further, I stumbled backwards as if I had been caught in a wired trap. I tugged helplessly on my arm, turning on the soles of my feet seeing a veiny arm hold me tightly. 
                          
"Let go of me"! I snarled rather aggressively. By now the idea of keeping to as respectable as possible dissolved away. I was fearing for my life, not just my own life but my Fathers. He's somewhere in this massive house and I needed to make sure that he is alright. "I need to find my Dad"
                          
Tom chuckled darkly, it was the type of mocking laugh someone used when they watched a helpless animal get caught in a trap and you were about to dominate your prey whilst knowing full well they had no way of escaping and they were too weak to fight back. His first assumption that I was weak was a bad miscalculation. "No. What you need to do is come with me."
                          
He began tugging at my arm, a lot stronger than he seemed to look considering he wasn't the most muscular guy. I had seen beefier lads in my time, but I guess I was a fool to underestimate his strength considering he operated a criminalised business.  
                          
I tried pulling back with gritted teeth but it was no use against Tom's persistent strength, only for Tom's jaw to vice, he snapped at me telling me to stop being a pest. Within seconds my anger bubbled, mostly fueled by fear and annoyance which fizzed through my body. 
                          
I spun on my heels, lifting my hand in a fit of miscalculated anger and slapping Tom across the face. The sound of harsh skin on skin echoed through the corridor, his cheek spiralling to the side with a large red hand mark burning into his tanned skin. Within seconds I regret my decision, not just because he was a dangerous man with a dangerous family, but because his mouth fell wide open, only for rage to take over his face and darken out the light from his eyes as if he was a fallen angel.
                          
I gulped, finding it hard to swallow the fear stuck in my throat like a stone. Within seconds Tom had restrained my hands and pushed me against the wall. I hit it was a soft thud, his hand fastened around my neck, not applying any pressure, but the action made my heart race adrenaline through my body and eyes widen fearing for my life. The force of me hitting the wall made the photo of The Westminster palace fall off the wall and smashing on the floor. 
                          
However, the shattering of a photo was the least of my issues right now. I'm pretty sure he could hear the thumping of my heart or at least smell the fear which was oozing off of me. His dark eyes hovered over me, looking me over quickly before locking with my own. I wish he had that arrogant smirk which he had on his face earlier but instead, his lips were pulled into a tight line.
                          
My stomach started to tense, but not with fear anymore, more as if I was being turned on by this dominant behaviour of his. Oh my lawd. Jesus have mercy on me. Why am I being turned on by this? I felt the head rush to my cheeks.
                          
"Listen here cupcake" Tom muttered, his eyes were still as deadly as daggers directed towards me. I could feel the heat radiating off him and smell the sweet smell of his cologne. I wish he smelled more of sweat so I wouldn't actually have another reason to like this situation.