Chapter 7

        I sat silently, fiddling with my fingers nervously as George drove us to heaven knows where. I haven't glanced at him since we got in or maybe, I'm too scared to do so. He looked so dangerous back there. If I didn't hold him, he could have killed one of them. If not both. Who is he exactly?

        A gangster? Is he an underworld king like people say? I turned my head slowly to him. I scrutinized him from his head to his toes. A black tuxedo and black knee-length coat - exactly the description of a mafia's dressing in books I've read. My eyes trailed his arms. Even under the coat, I could tell they were muscular.

        My stomach turned at the sight of his veiny hands steering the wheel. He gripped the wheel tighter, making his veins look more prominent. I wonder how those hands would look around my neck!

     what the hell am I thinking?

     'get your head together! I turned to the window to get fresh air. I'm suddenly hot.

      "Why did you stop? My face is yours to admire." George smirked.

      I could feel his smirk without me turning. I cleared my throat loudly and brought my face forward.

    "Where are we going?" I asked instead..

     "We'll be there in a minute."

     I turned to him, "I deserve to know where we're going! You can't just expect me to sit still while you take me to heaven knows where."

   Just Incase he was going to traffic me.

     "Then get down from the car." He says, snickering silently.

    Bluffing! He should be really bluffing right.

     I turned to him, "was that supposed to be a joke?"

     He shrugged and turned to me, "take it as it is, sweetheart."

      "K...keep your eyes on the road." I say, taking my eyes off him.

     I felt goosebumps on my arms. He's so handsome that I get unnecessarily nervous when I look at his face and when he calls me sweetheart. Despite this, I still steal glances of his face. He always has a default frown on his face but he is still drop-dead gorgeous. I wonder how he'd look when he smiles. His adam's apple bounced up and down as he gulped, his eyebrows are knitted together like he was in deep thoughts.

     "We're here." He announced as he parked in a driveway. I undid the seatbelt and alighted.

      "Follow me." He orders and began to walk. His steps held power, immense power. I trailed behind him like a lost puppy.  Turns out we came to a restaurant. He sat at a table and I sat opposite him.

     "Order anything you want."

      "Not until you tell me why I'm here." I say, folding my arms. His eyes searched mine for some seconds and then he scoffed.

       "Are you hungry or not?"

     I frowned, "I'm not!"

My stomach chose that moment to betray me and grumble loudly. He smirked jestingly, stifling a laugh.

"Don't laugh!" I say, pointing threateningly at him. He raised his hands, "okay." Gosh! This is so embarrassing.

       I took the menu and covered my face with it. I searched for whatever I could eat. Everything was expensive!

     "They're so expensive." I exclaimed, bringing the menu down.

"Don't worry, I'm spending the money. Pick anything you want."

Anything? I narrowed my eyes at him and he motioned to the menu. Well... don't regret it later. I cleared my throat and began to choose, "this, this, this, this, this, aaaand this!"