(Author's Note: Hey everyone I decided to add audio to this chapter since I have recently been adding audio to my previous chapters I decided why not add the audio right away to this one. But I am slowly adding audio to my other chapters as well, thank you for your patience. Anyway, enough of my rambling, if you would like to listen to chapter 51 on audio, please click the video. I hope you enjoy it!)

  I shrug apologetically and I have no clue what I am sorry for. "Well, it's sort of not hard to hear your sister when she screamed it."

  He sighs and looks at the wooden floor, avoiding eye contact. "It's nothing really."

   I grab his chin and force him to look at me- I can feel his stubble beard pricking my fingers. "Bullshit. I know something is going on. I'm not stupid!" I yell with anger. "Now tell me what's going on or I'm leaving."

   His eyes widen and he stares at me in disbelief. He stays quiet for a while and I cannot take this silence anymore. Instantly, I throw his face back, harshly, and stand to my feet when Chris stops me by wrapping his hand around my arm.

  "Can you sit down and let me talk for once?" He asks.

    Maybe I am overreacting, I roll my eyes mostly to myself before I sit back down, huffing as I do so. "So, talk."

    "It was about you going to the ball... And meeting my family," he doesn't look at me as he speaks.

   "Are you embarrassed by me meeting your family?" I remember when meeting his friends, he'd looked ashamed to be right beside me as well as his reactions seemed always intense and timid whenever his friends came by us.

   He shakes his head. "It's not that."

    "Then what is it? You said that this relationship was about communication and trust, so if you claim it is, then you should be honest with me."

   He looks into my eyes and every time I melt when I stare at his light blue eyes- they are deeper than the ocean and I could get lost in them. I scowl at myself for softening my gaze, I must work on resisting those enchanting eyes.

   "You really want to know?"

   For crying out loud! Do I have to spell it out for him? "Yes!" I spit.

   He takes a deep breath. "Alright... My family and I aren't like ordinary people who are the perfect family, like from a television show such as the fucking Brady Bunch."

   "No family is perfect," I frown and I disliked how he used the Brady Bunch as an example. I actually liked that show.

   He nods in agreement. "Have you ever thought about how I have all this?" He mutters as he waves his hand around the room.

  "You said your grandfather left you his fortune when he passed away."

  "Yes, but did you ever think of how he got all these things or even his wealth?"

   "Never crossed my mind," I say honestly. It's the truth I never thought of how his grandfather made his money and became so rich, that is until Chris brought it up. "What does your family do?"

   He lets out a sigh. "I might as well tell you since my fucking sister who can't mind her own damn business tells you herself, especially when she sees you again. And I get a feeling they probably already know who you are thanks to Christine." He seems to be pondering something as he talks. His voice is tight, conflicted. "I want to be the one to tell you and not anyone else."

   "Okay, tell me," I say slowly, my voice shaky and I don't know if this is a good idea.

   "You have to swear to me you won't tell anyone not even Camille or Ms. Nelson. My family would eventually find out."

  "Now you're scaring me." My voice is timid, and I'm fighting the urge not to make a run for it. My subconscious is telling me to run away dumbass, however, I don't listen and stay sitting down.

   "You should be."

   I swallow hard, even though I'm shaking in fear and iced with panic, I won't let him see how much his words terrify me.

  "I won't tell anybody... But let's say hypothetically I did tell someone, what would you and your family do?" I murmur, at least, I'm more composed when I spoke this time.

   "Not me, but my family would try to kill you and the person you told..." He frowns and I gasp. "Of course, over my dead body would they touch you, but there would be nothing I could do to save that person. It's out of my hands," he shakes his head, seeming to struggle with the thought. "However, you would lose my trust, I could never hurt you, but I have to watch every move you make from then on."

   I feel like he is already watching everything I do, but I cannot be sure until I prove it.

   "What does your family do?" I repeat again.

   "It's better if you come with me," he says when he puts his shirt back on and this whole time, I forgot he was without a t-shirt. He then stands to his feet and holds out his hand for me to grab it.

   I look back and forth between his hand and his soft but intense eyes. "This is not some hidden dungeon where you keep people secret or someplace about you know... where you keep more sex stuff?" I ask.

  He laughs. "No, and no. You know Sussianna, I'm not all about sex. Okay, maybe a little. I'm a guy and I have my needs just like any other man, but not every minute of the day is sex on my mind." He grins at me, suddenly amused.

   I blush at his choice of words. Slowly and hesitantly, I place my hand in his and get off the couch. He leads me to a dark hallway and down a set of stairs. Why is this mansion so dark? If I lived here, I would add some lights. He continues to take us in a narrow hall until we stop outside a wooden door.

   I notice a keypad on the door handle, but instead of Chris punching in numbers, he places his hand over it where it reads his fingerprints and suddenly the door opens.

   He steps to the side to let me in. My eyes look at him for a moment and then turn towards the room. I take a deep breath and walk inside. I hear Chris follow behind me when he switches on the lights.

   I blink a couple of times to adjust my eyes.  What the heck is this stuff he has in here? This goes beyond what I ever thought possible.

   I noticed the room is broad with white walls, hardwood flooring, and of course two chandelier side by side to bring in much-needed light. My eyes dart to a red vault with a logo- the big letters spelling out "FORT KNOX" and has another code to get into, alongside it is a golden handle shaped like the helm of a ship. Then my eyes shift to a lot of cases of ancient combat weapons as well as different types of guns which I have no clue what they are. I remember him having some weapons on his sailboat and here is the same equipment, yet, there are more and different kinds of firearms compared to what he had in his closet.

   I turn to look at Chris who is leaning against the square table which looks to be the color of rich pine and has a storage space where he probably has more weapons.

  "What's this room supposed to be? Are you planning on murdering me?" I giggle while joking, but I'm half serious.

   "Sussianna, if I wanted to kill you, I would have already done it."

   I slightly open my mouth and quickly close it back up. Did he seriously just say that? Yeah, he did, now run for your life you, stupid idiot before it's too late, my subconscious screams at me, but instead of listening, my body doesn't seem to move.

    "So, what's your point in bringing me in here?" I ask boldly.

   "Well, I wanted you to see it for yourself. Plus, have you ever wondered why my sister has bodyguards or why I refuse to have them?"

   "I..." I hesitate. "Sort of," I half-lie, I would feel ashamed if he thought I was thinking about their security team all the time. "Are those bodyguards to protect you?"

  "Yeah," he says simply.

  "From what?"

  "From people who want to hurt us," he mutters and my heart stops.

  "Who would want to hurt you?" I ask faintly, my heart jolting into an unpleasant rhythm.

  "Believe it or not, a lot of people."

   I cannot believe anyone would want to hurt Chris, and why do they want to hurt him? But the question still remains in my head, and if I don't spit it out, I will be regretting not saying it out loud. "Are you going to tell me what you are or are we just going to keep bypassing what's really going on?" He just looks at me and I cannot stop myself when I say, "I thought you wanted to have no secrets from me but here you go trying to avoid the inevitable?"

   "You want to know who I really am? You think you can handle it without getting frightened?" His tone is no longer gentle- it's intense. He takes a deep, dramatic breath, his eyes closing to keep his breathing under control.

   "I'm still here, ain't I? So, whatever it is, can't be that bad?" I ask, and the possibilities terrify me. Or maybe it is bad? Gosh, I hope I am wrong. I have a bad feeling about this.

  He sighs. "Fine here it goes. I am..."

  And what comes out of his mouth next, I wish he could take back.

  Hello, my lovely readers, I am so sorry for not updating sooner, but school and my illness are such a pain in the booty. But anyway, I hope you all enjoyed this one, and thank you all for reading, voting, and commenting.