My Tainted Devil's Love- 2

Chapter 6: Not Welcomed at all!

Tan’s POV

I watched Adrian take his place behind the desk while running his fingers through his hair. Closing the door behind me, I stood behind the chair near the desk.

He inhaled sharply before glaring right into my eyes.

“I asked you not to interfere.” Despite the velvety voice, the anger was evident when he clenched his jaw in disapproval.

“How could you see that happening? The guy hit her calves, Adrian!” I emphasized the word ‘hit’ to make him see the seriousness.

“Dammit! Can’t you see that’s the reason it’s not me or you to train her? I want someone who can go hard on her.” He hissed, clearly bothered by something but it was not making any sense to me!

I cannot see someone lay a hand on her; let alone hurt her.

“That’s no excuse, Adrian. She’s our—I mean, your responsibility and if I were you, I can never see anyone hurt her!” I scoffed, fuming in anger when he slammed the clenched fist on the table; earning my glare.

“Exactly! She’s my responsibility! She’s my wife, for god’s sake and you know it well I don’t appreciate it but I have to!” He grumbled making me frown at his words.

My body relaxed as I tilted my head to the left, giving him time to explain.

“It’s about her safety.” He said, flopping on the leather chair; gripping his hair in clear frustration.

“So, you aren’t capable to look after her anymore?” I taunted him crossing my arms across my chest and man! If looks could kill…

He stood straight from his place and walked over to me before closing distance between us. My hands fell to my side as we glowered at each other, competitively.

“If I am ignoring doesn’t mean I cannot see past you, Tan! She is already taken; by me! Is it so hard to accept the truth? I wouldn’t appreciate your interference between us more than required or I would do something we both would regret, later.” He warned and my confidence loosened not because I was afraid of him but the shame overpowered me.

The reality when rubbed in my face tasted bitter. My gaze lowered and I focused on his fists that were clenched so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

“All I am concerned about is her! If that makes me a culprit, I am ready to accept my punishment but wouldn’t allow anyone to harm her; not even you!” I seethed at him, glancing back with intimidation.

The anger resurfaced when his delirious words irked me up.

“The f**k you can do anything if things turned against us! Should I remind you the time when she was poisoned right under our noses? Or have you forgotten how close she was to death when Rayon and Tony decided to pair up? We were still there, close to her and tell me now, what we could do? Answer me, Tan! What were we able to do to prevent that? Nothing, right? Absolutely, nothing!” He snapped and I bite my inner cheek in hard reality.

He made sense. We were helpless when the world was against them.

“The same can happen or worst, who knows? And I can’t just sit fearing my wife or my daughter might land in some trouble especially when there are chances of the mafia group involved. Who knows what can happen when we aren’t near? Or f**k, even when we are near but helpless? I don’t want to go through that s**t again! I want my woman to defend herself and it would only be possible when she has gone through it all.” His voice rose with every word and his eyes held vulnerability.

Fuck!

“Mafia? Is this about that Thomas Jenkinson? Tell me, Adrian. What is happening?” I asked now concerned.

He sighed exhaustedly and started narrating how he met him in Bled and the indecent activities that followed. The thought of Sari going through it made my blood boil.

The mother-fucker thinks he can come and snatch Sari away from me?

I mean us?

How dare he pretend that way? I swear to god to personally skin him alive.

Ferocious at the thought, I was mentally planning my ways to torture him when Adrian continued.

“We have to expect the worse, Tan as mafia personnel aren’t gentle. I wouldn’t forgive myself if she fails to handle that situation because we were too furious to meddle in her training. She needs to learn it all, tolerate it and fight back! Do you get it?” He asked, pleading through his eyes and I sighed inwardly.

It is stupid on my part to doubt his intentions. f**k! He is her husband and a lover. Every relative knows how much she means to him and because of my selfishness, I can’t put his mental peace on stake.

He is correct. Only god knows how I would feel if something happened to her. I can’t risk it!

Nodding my head, I grabbed his shoulder as he nodded back.

“I am sorry, Adrian. I couldn’t hold myself seeing her in that situation and hearing her painful cry.” I confessed as he patted my shoulder back.

“If not for loyalty, I would’ve plucked those eyeballs and sliced your hands for looking at her and touching her. You meant well but just a little remembrance—Sari’s mine! I would admire if you keep your emotions in check, Tan. It will not do any good to any of us.” He suggested and I just gave him a tight-lip smile.

He left the study and I stayed, pondering on his words.

He knows it… is it possible she knows it too?

My eyes stared at the study doorway while my heart picked its pace. The idea of her acknowledging my feelings was eliciting.

‘b***h! Get your head straight!’ I groaned at my directionless thoughts.

Adrian’s POV

Fuck!

What should I do?

I am unable to watch Sari getting hit or hurt, hear her scream in pain but I am helpless. She needs this!

The thought of Thomas doing unimaginable things with her scares me right to the core. So I want her to be prepared for uncalled situations.

My heart was still racing recalling how Ace hit her with a stick. I swear to god he wouldn’t be alive a second longer after he dared do that but I am bound to my own promise.

It will be painful but worth!

She can protect her and Ariana in our absence.

From ‘our’ I remembered how out of line Tan went. I appreciate he was concerned but knowing his feelings and seeing his actions were taking a toll on me.

Despite his constant efforts and professionalism at work, I was fuming when I saw him kneel in front of her; about to touch her legs.

My vivid imagination just added fuel to the fire. I know he has seen her in skirts and shorts; heck, even bikini then why today the thought was provoking?

There’s a saying that goes legs are the most intimate part of the women’s body like the hidden ones; then I see Tan almost touching them!

No, thank you, not!

Storming out, I instantly halted seeing Sari asleep on the couch. I raked my hand through my hair as I approached her. Sitting beside her, I caressed her cheek gently, studying her.

She might hate me for this but I can’t back out.

My eyes lingered over her face as I saw her glow slightly. A smile adorns my face thinking if this was the result of our honeymoon. I stopped at her lips that always crave my attention. Leaning in, I pecked them as she stirred only to snuggle into me. Shaking my head, I picked her up bridal style and took her inside our room before laying her on the bed.

As I tucked her in, removed the hair bangs off her eyes; I suddenly realized a very important thing.

My eyes turned wide as I rushed to pick up my phone and opened an app. Anxiety and nervousness were shooting up as I waited impatiently for the app to load and display.

It finally did!

My fingers shook as I clicked on the predicted and past table with expert speed; rechecking them before drawing out a breath that I had been holding for so long!

“Jesus!” I muttered unsure if this was true?

I have to check it with her planner. Running to our closet, I drawled my fingers on the planner where her entries were made and damn! Just as it was mentioned in my app; her last period was one and half month back!

My jaw dropped as I tried to join the dots!

Could it be possible?

Damn! I can’t be sure now. After Ariana’s delivery, her periods are irregular. The gyno said it will be regular after some times. So, is it the irregularity or missed period?

The last period occurred in a three month gap; should I wait for another month and half?

“f**k!” I was baffled.

I need to pay special attention if that’s the case but surely she would’ve informed me, right? There’re no changes in her yet—no flu, no appetite changed and nothing!

Maybe, I am trying to read too much between the lines. Surely, there would’ve been morning sicknesses by this time.

Suddenly, the false alarm dampens my mood.

Until now, I didn’t realize how much I want another child; a boy maybe to protect Ariana.

She, however, needs some self time before second pregnancy. Thus, she was started taking shots after she has stopped breastfeeding Ariana.

I was okay with it till now but the brief hope has now put me in a sour mood.

I want another baby…

I want several babies with her.

Rubbing my face, I turned and walked out to lay beside Sari as I tried to communicate with her mentally. My eyes turned to her stomach and removed the comforter to admire it.

Isn’t it a miracle? Who would’ve thought a human can grow inside such a tiny space?

My fingers caressed her taut stomach and I missed her being pregnant. Leaning down, I kissed her stomach before covering her back and pulling her into me.

“God! Bless us…” I mumbled, kissing her head while I rested with her in my arms.

Nothing can beat this feeling—warmth of your wife, her love and the child she bears for you.

Smiling to myself, I decided to talk to her about it.

If she won’t I know how to make her bend to my wish. An evil smirk replaced the smile as I grinned thinking how to talk her into this.

The trail of thoughts came to an end when my phone vibrated in my pocket.

The notification was from Tan.

Tan: Thomas s**t is getting darker. Come and check.

Jerking straight in the bed, I plopped off the bed and dashed to the study where he might be sitting.

He saw me with a hard face and seemed tensed.

“What did you find about him?” I asked and he cleared his throat before beginning.

From the looks of his lips that were bitten two times in a row, Tan was worried.

“McClair isn’t his wife.” He stated and I c****d an eyebrow at him.

“Then?” I asked clearly lost.

“Stella McClair is his pet.” He said and sealed his lips while the words rang in my ear.

‘She’s a pet? No, his pet!’

Damn! The guy is darker than I thought. f**k! He is into b**m?

“f**k!” I hissed and he curtly nodded.

“f**k, indeed.” He said and I glared at him while he shrugged.

“She’s his slave and used for f*****g reasons. Maybe his favorite and thus, he has offered a collar or bow kind of s**t to represent his ownership on her. Did you saw something like that?” Tan asked and the more he cleared what I already know, the more perturbed I was.

The idea of him near my Sari wasn’t welcomed; at all!