"I saw that you were perfect, and so I loved you. Then I saw that you were not perfect and I loved you even more." — Angelita Lim

Sienna's P.O.V
I sat quietly in the car watching Carlos speak to a man behind the bronze coloured gates. Within a few minutes he came back, started the car and entered the compound.

"This place is sick! Check out the design of this place." Rahul commented as we got out. Some guys came for our luggage and I believed it was Carlos men or at least they knew him.

" Bienvenue à la maison madame et monsieur" Carlos said and Rahul gaped in disbelief.

"You speak French too?" Rahul asked and Carlos ruffled his hair. I was expecting him to glare but he just laughed. "I am a man of many things."

After our unfortunate incident, I had come to learn Carlos had a lot of links and influence in this town. He was indeed a man of many things. Without any hassle, he had got a new Mustang for the journey back here.

Carlos draped his arm around Rahul and they walked inside. Rahul has been getting more excited these past two days. And even more so has become free with Carlos. It's as if they have become close.

"Whilst the boys get your things to your room, I will go and call Alfredo." Carlos excused himself and Rahul followed one of the boys to his room. The interior design of this place is exquisite. Looks like these men also have a taste for designing. The cream colored walls held colourful portraits of abstracts that complimented it. The were three sets of a three seater leather couch, a gray fur carpet on the floor and a fire place.

Sitting all alone and feeling bored, I decided to snoop around. After all, if I am to work here, I should at least know the insides and outs of it.

Two stairs separated the room to the west and east wings. I noticed a small door beneath the east wing stair and decided to head there. The mahogany door gave a slight squeak when I opened it. Behind the door was stair that led down to a dimly lit room. The stairs were slightly dusted and it showed foot prints. Meaning someone definitely went down here a few moments ago.

Going towards the room, I heard low grunts and the sounds of hits. Right in the middle of the room, was a man hitting the daylights of a punching bag. His jet black hair covered half his eye and I could see the beads of sweats cover his face. With one blow, the bag tore open, letting it's content pour out. He gave out a sigh and leaned on the wall. Suddenly, the lights came on and his eyes landed on mine.

The pure look of shock on his face soon turned into a scowl. "Who the fuck are you?" he growled and made urgent stripes towards me. For a second my skipped a beat. I could feel the anger and hatred radiating off him in waves.

Looks like I shouldn't have been here.

"I asked, you the hell are you?"

He came up close to me. His face inches away from mine. I could the sad look in those hazel eyes of his which was masked by a calculated look of anger.

"I was just looking around. Sorry if I caused any inconvenience." I noticed the deep slash scar across his stomach when my eyes trained from his face to those imperfect abs of his. He noticed I was no longer looking at him and he cleared his throat.

"I am sorry. Excuse me." I said as politely as I could. Before I could walk far, he snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close.

When did he take off the gloves?

I could feel his sweat through my top as my back was firmly pressed against him. I tried to pry his hands away. But the more I did, the harder he held on. And he sure had a tight grip.

"Its been a long time since we've had a woman come around." his hand traced my neckline and I could feel the pleasant burn that with it.

My heart constricted and memories of those many nights I had with the wrong man came burning bright. Haunting and trying to tear me apart. Hard as I willed to try and stop the memories from surfacing, they came on their own accord and I fought the urge to scream.

Not now. Please not now.

"So whose bitch are you?"

Bitch

Whore

Slut

Those were the words he used to call me.

He used to describe me.

And I had enough. My anger had taken total control and I saw red. Before I knew it, I managed to get out of his grip and floor him. I hit him hard. Pouring out all my frustrations on him.

It had occurred to me that he wasn't fighting back and that was when I stopped. His lips were busted and I had a few blotches of blood on my knuckles. When I stood up his gaze caught mine and there was some emotion in them. An emotion I don't want to know about.

I left him and went back upstairs. I could feel his gaze with every step I took.

I was lost deep in thoughts and bumped into something hard. "Oh sorry about that Sienna. Finally got---what happened to your hand?" he took my hand in his and examined it.

I didn't really know how to explain the whole thing to Carlos. That one of his men called me a bitch and I beat him to a pulp. Well it seems plausible enough.

"Don't even answer that. Just head to Alfredo's room. Left wing, third room. He has a medical aid you can use." he rushed past me and I did just as he told.

Alfredo's room was all grey. From the walls of the room to the sheets of his bed.

Looks like he isn't a man of many colours.

There was a vase with dead flowers in it. A white sheet lay beside it. I was itching to know what was written on it but I knew what privacy meant and I went to do what I came here to do.

My knuckles wasn't feeling sour, so I just went to the bathroom to wash the blood off. The door opened and I assumed Carlos came back with Alfredo.

I went back inside and stopped in my tracks. Carlos had a man in his arms, looking all bruised.

The look in his eyes was cold and distance. He was looking directly at me and his gaze made me feel weird. My breathing was coming short all of a sudden and I felt like falling.

What is happening to me?

Carlos looked between the both of us and it seemed everything clicked in his head when he saw my knuckles.

"Um, Sienna, I think you have already met the man you will be protecting," please don't say it.

"Alfredo Alejandro Pedro".

Oh shit.

✏Author's Note.
Heyo. Hope your weekend is starting on a good note than mine. Hehe.

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