Elsie POV

We are currently in the Anderson family private jet. I sat across from him which he asked me to do so. He was busy with his laptop and sometimes I could sense that he turned his gaze on me which I didn't return to him. I diverted my attention to the book that I carried along from home. I will just ignore him during this whole trip.

"Love," I heard someone whispered near my earlobe. I know that voice, only one person called me by that name.

I slowly opened my eyes and looking at the person. I didn't realize I was lying on the bed with a blanket on my body.

"We arrived," he said without a smile on his face. I rubbed my eyes to get rid of the blur vision.

"How did I end up here?" I asked looking at my surrounding. I recalled I was seated across him, reading my book.

"Maybe you sleepwalk?" His voice filled with sarcasm. I rolled my eyes at him, lazy to argue.

I got down from the bed and carry my bag trailed him from behind leaving the private jet. There were four cars waiting nearby the jet with few men standing there with black suits waiting for us.

"Do you really need to do it to this extend?" I asked as I thought this was a bit too much with four cars and ten men waiting there just to pick up two persons.

"Yes, in the mafia's world." He said without turning his face to me.

"You will get used to this soon." He added.

"I don't need all this," I argued back. That's the truth, I'm not part of the mafia world so I wouldn't need all these powerful men guarding me all the time.

They slightly bowed when we walked to the car.

"Too early to say that." He said before entering the car.

After around 30 minutes ride, the car finally stopped at the huge building. From the building itself, I can guess that this is one of the grand hotels in this country. It was breathtaking.

"Boss, we took care of the room. Everything was clear." A man suddenly approached us and reported about the room to him.

Really, they need to inspect his room before he enters. A king, indeed.

"Good, brief the rest about the schedule for tomorrow. I don't want any problem. If there is nothing important, don't call me tonight." I heard he commanded in his firm tone. The guy just nodded, acknowledged his boss.

"Come," he said to me slightly turned to his right side where I was standing. I followed him without saying anything. Less word, less argument and it saved my energy.

-The suite-

"What? We are not going to stay in one room." I snarled getting angry with the decision that he made.

"Yes, we are." He opened the door and pushed me inside. My petite body will never win over his masculine body. He slammed the door behind him and locked it.

"Why I can't have my own room?" I asked again not satisfied with him.

"It's not safe. You need to stay with me on this whole trip." He walked to the minibar and poured the red wine into the Bordeaux glass.

"Why you brought me here if you knew this is not safe?" That was a statement.

"I prefer not to answer that, love." He smirked, taking a sip of the drink, and leaned towards the bar table.

'I'm going to run away from you, someday," I'm not sure where I got the courage to say that. I could see his eyes darken.

"Try me and I'm going to kill your dad." His statement made me speechless. I don't know if he really meant what he said but being a mafia makes it possible. They killed as they wanted and he wasn't excluded.

"I'm going to take shower. You are not allowed to be in the room until I'm done." I send him a warning glare. He replied with a smug smile.

After calming down in the bathroom with cold water, I changed into black PJ's. Luckily, I brought PJ's that were not revealing my skin. I slowly peeked through the room don't want him to notice me.

I saw he was busy with the phone pressed to his ear. His back was facing me and he didn't notice that I was standing there listening to his conversation.

"Kill her dad if he causes any trouble." I heard he talked to someone over the line. I was completely frozen, thinking about the possibility that he was referring to my dad.

He wouldn't be that cruel, right?

Dexter POV

My mind can't stop thinking about her question earlier. Now, I'm asking myself why I brought her here with me, and yet I was scared about her safety. I think it was due to Lorenzo's threat that I received the last few days. He wanted to take her away from me. I won't allow the same thing to repeat again. I will do anything so he can't even touch her even a hair.

I gulped the wine in one goal, hoping that it will make me feel better. Yeah, I didn't care about her, I just don't want my enemy to have her. I convinced myself over and over again.

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