You Are Mine

Hello Hell

Nicole

Adrian yanked me off my seat, hands tugging my arms as he led us out of the jet. His men followed closely behind us as he threw me into the black Bugatti waiting beside his private jet. 

I spent half of our journey here crying and the other half sleeping. Adrian had not said a word to me since we left my parent's house, I had nothing to say to him either. 

He entered the car and I winced as he banged the door shut, and sped off down the road leading to the gate, his men following behind us in a black car too. 

"Would you f*****g slow down? I did not come all the way with you just to get killed in a f*****g car accident." I screamed as he zipped in and out of traffic, ignoring countless signs to slow down. 

He ignored me and continued anyway, my knuckles turned white with the way I gripped the seat belt in fear and I could have sworn we barely missed crashing into another car like thrice. 

I was more than relieved when he finally pulled over at the large entrance of a mall. 

"Psychopath!" I muttered as I tried to calm my pulsing heartbeat. 

He turned sharply and gripped my chin, staring at me with cold hazel eyes. "Maybe I did not explain it to you properly before, I.Do.Not.Appreciate.Disrespect." He spat. 

"Do you understand me?" 

I nodded and he released his grip on my chin. I could taste the blood from my swollen lower gum as he loosened his tight grip. 

"Since you decided to come with only that," he said nodding to my backpack that was still clutched tightly around my hold. "we will be doing a few shopping for you." 

"You can just ask my parents to send my clothes. It's a six-month deal so you don't have to do that. Also, I have my own card to pay for my things" 

"I f*****g decide what I have to do, give me your cell phone and your cards." he stretched his hand out. 

"Why?" I ask, clutching my bag tighter. 

"Because I said so," without waiting for my protests he pulled my bag from my clutch, rummaged through it, and took out my wallets containing my passport and cards.

"Where is your phone?" he asked as he continued looking through the bag. 

"I did not take it along." I lied, but as the words left my mouth, my phone chimed in my back pocket. "Shit."

He did not bother asking for it as he lifted me off the seat. "Let go of me," I yelled, pushing him away. He was stronger though, and easily took my phone from my pocket, then pushed me back into the seat. 

He shoved the phone into his pocket, "Get down, we'll buy you a new one" 

I remained defiant, as I crossed my hand over my chest refusing to move. He turned around and opened my door, then tugged my arm pulling me out of the car. 

"Tonight, I'll teach you how to behave, for now, I'll put up with your disobedience." He said as he pulled me past the front door of the mall. I struggled to keep up with his pace as he walked a thousand miles per second with his large longs legs compared to my small legs. 

Everyone stared at us as we walked in, but none of them said a word, instead, they bowed quietly as he led us further into the complex. He dragged me all the way to the manager's office. 

He pushed the door open and barged in, interrupting the manager that was on a call. The man quickly jumped from his seat and did a small bow to Adrian. 

"Boss, what brings you here," he said as he fidgeted, it was funny to see how a grown man lost his control in front of Adrian, but then again, not only did he have a commanding and overpowering physique, he was a mafia boss. 

"I'm here to shop for my wife," he said without missing a beat. 

The man looked at me in shock, and but quickly covered it up with a forced smile. "You could have just ordered boss, it would have been brought to you in a few hours." 

"I know," Adrian said and turned to the door, never releasing me from his grip. "You know what to do." He said and walked out, pulling me behind him. 

Before we walked five steps out of the office, an announcement rang from the large speakers above us, to evacuate the building. Everyone still went around their business, until the name "Adrian Davonte." was mentioned. 

In a few minutes, the entire mall was empty save for the staff, and an old couple trying to find their way around the grocery department. They probably did not hear the announcement, and one of the mall workers had to walk to them and lead them out through the front door. He must pay a million f*****g dollars annually for such special treatment, because damn. 

Now that we were alone, one of the mall staff, walked up to us, asking what we wanted. Adrian gave her instructions to bring my size of clothes up to the private changing lounge, and he dragged me all the way through the elevators to a changing room that looked like a five-star hotel room. 

Adrian waited for the staff to bring in all the different clothes before locking the door and throwing me on the plush sofa in the middle of the room. 

"Strip," he ordered. 

"What?" 

He sighed exasperatedly, and I could see his jaw tick as he repeated himself. "Strip."

"There is no way in hell I'm taking my clothes off in front of you," I yelled back. 

He took a few short strides to me, and without giving me a chance to fight back or protect myself, he ripped my shirt in two, destroying my lace bra in the process, and revealing my peach-like breast. 

I gasped, followed by a scream as he started taking off my pants too. I held my breast together, trying to cover up, as I kicked and fought against his large hands pulling my pants down.

"Leave me alone," I cried, but clearly it had no effect on him as he completely took my leggings off and threw them to the floor with a huff, leaving me in my matching black lace panties. 

I used my hand to cover my exposed breast, as the tears rolled down my cheeks. The place where he had snapped my bra still stung and I crossed my legs trying to hide my more than half-naked body from him. 

"Will you take that off yourself or should I help you?" he asked in a gruff voice. 

"I hate you," I whispered, as my tears fell uncontrollably. 

"Okay, I take it you still need my help," he said scrambling back to me. 

"No," I said sharply, "I'll take them off myself.

With much hesitance, I took my hand off my breasts and pushed my panties down, my eyes, not leaving the floor. He groaned as I stepped out of my panties and dropped them to the floor. My hands resumed their place covering my breasts. 

"Take your hand off, and look at me," he said as he took a seat on the upholstery opposite me. 

"Do I need to make you do that too?" he asked, seeing that my hand and eyes had not moved. 

Slowly and reluctantly, I let my hands drop beside me, and forced my eyes to look at him. Humiliation washed through me, and more tears fell from my eyes as I looked into his. I had never been this exposed to a man before, and I never thought I would ever have to be to a man I felt so much hate for. 

"Now, try out each outfit, one after the other."

*** *** ***

After hours of picking out different outfits, lingerie sets, new underwear, and many other clothes—more than I would need in just six months—Adrian let me put on a pair of sweatpants and a cropped top, with no f*****g underwear. 

He rang the bell and the lady that brought in the clothes came back inside the changing room. He gave her instructions to pack the clothes he had chosen, and send them to his address. Then tugged my arm again, and pulled me out of the changing room. 

He took me down to the gadget store and asked the salesperson to pack the latest gadgets in the apple series. My eyes widened as he brought them out one after the other. From an iPhone to a Macbook, to Airpods, to a wireless charger to many other things I could not even name. 

I was elated last week, when my parents had promised to change my iPhone 11 Pro Max to the latest one in the series, soon. But seeing him spend such a large amount just on gadgets made my blood boil. 

"I do not need any of these," I shot at him with a scowl. 

"I was not asking what you need," he turned back to the man, "Put them on the Davonte's account. I want them delivered in two hours," he tugged my arm and pulled me further down. 

We spent the next hour shopping for things, I knew I didn't need and would not use. Finally, he halted and turned to me, as I stopped too, trying to catch my breath. 

"Is there something you want?" he asked. 

In the heat of a rushed packing, I had forgotten to pack my second family—my brushes and drawing books. I bit my lip shyly, feeling embarrassed that he would have to pay for that too. 

"Yes there is, but I would like to pay for it myself." 

"Not happening. Tell me what it is," he said flexing his other wrist. 

"Then I don't want it," I said, looking away. 

"Suit yourself," he said pulling me toward the exit. 

"Alright, alright wait," I said, trying to force my hand out of his tight grip. "I need some brushes and stuff to paint," I mumbled. 

Without a word, he pulled me to the store for what I needed and only let me go so I could pick out what I needed. I picked out lots of brushes in different sizes and colors, 3 different types of books for painting, a board, a palette, and different colors. It was not close to what I had at home, but this was only temporary so I could manage. I dropped them on the sales counter, and Adrian strolled in to stand next to me. The saleswoman made the estimate, and Adrian told her to put them on his account before, taking my arm and pulling me out again. 

"I can walk on my own you know," I said as the cold air hit us the moment we stepped out of the mall. 

"Don't care," he answered, not planning to slow down or let go of me. 

He opened my door for me, and you would think he was a gentleman until he pushed me inside with so much force I slammed my wrist. I winced as he slammed the door with a bang and turned to the driver's side. 

The engine roared to life, and I quickly fastened my seatbelt, remembering how he had moved through traffic with heart-pulsing speed.  

An hour later, we drove through a pair of automatic gates leading to a 5-minute long drive through, lined up with large trees and garden plants. At the end of the hallway were different brands of cars, from SUV to Benz, to Ferraris, and many others I did not even know. They were all lined up in front of the large white mansion, that reminded me of an English palace. The large fountain had a lion statue and stood in between two trees. 

I had grown up in my parent's mansion in Toronto, but it was nothing close to this, even our home here in the US did not compare. I gasped as I took in the beautiful sight before me. 

"Welcome home," Adrian said mockingly as we pulled over next to one of the cars, earning an eye roll from me. I opened my side of the door, at the same time Adrian opened his side and climbed out. He turned to my side, and resumed his pulling, as we walked to the front door. 

A line of men in black suits and women in grey maid outfits and white apron greeted us as we opened the front door. 

"Welcome home boss," they said in unison, the men on the left and the women on the right. 

"Good evening all," he said releasing his grip on my arm and putting his hands in his pocket. The place where he pulled me all day now had a faintly red line around it and I massaged it softly. He stood tall and commanded the attention as well as fear of everyone in the room—mine included. "This is Nicole," he said gesturing to me. "She's my new wife." 

A gasp followed as he introduced me, followed by a quick murmur until he spoke again. "Is there a f*****g problem I should know about?" They shook their heads tersely, and he continued. 

"You will all treat her with respect for the next few months that she would be here, and help me God because I will not hesitate to kill anyone of you that disobeys my orders." They nodded their understanding and he turned to me, rattling off the names of the maids, and their roles. 

I did not bother listening, because I intended to stay locked up in my room all day for the next six months. As he spoke, another very handsome man strolled down the stairs, hand in pocket, sipping a glass of something. He had a smirk on his face as he eyed me up and down, then turned back to his drink. 

After the introduction, Adrian gave instructions for the things that were being sent over from the mall and dismissed them. 

"Walk," he commanded and headed toward the side of the double stairs where the other man was leaning on the rail.

"Got a new toy?" he asked with an amused smile, as we approached him. 

"Shut up Anders," Adrian growled as the man joined us on our walk down the hall.

"Hello," he said stretching his hand out to me, with a charming smile. He looked like the younger version of Adrian, with blue eyes and black hair. He also had a light stubble and dressed in much more colorful clothes than Adrian. 

I looked down at his stretched hand and looked the other way, without taking it. He chuckled lightly but still did not give up. "I'm Anderson, the asshole's brother." 

"That he definitely is," I muttered, earning a sharp look from Adrian. 

"Tell me, how old are you?" he asked. 

"None of your business years old." I shot back. I could not help my upset reaction, even though he was being much nicer to me than Adrian had been in the past 24 hours. 

His laugh was much louder this time. "I've never heard of that age, but okay."

"Did you get everything ready?" Adrian asked as we approached two large double doors. 

"Over two hours ago," Anderson answered. 

"Good." 

He pushed one large door open, revealing a large office space. There was a reddish-brown table in the middle of the room, with a stack of papers, two MacBooks and a few other work things, and a gun.

The walls were covered in large wood, and there were no windows in here. Two seats placed across the desk and two couches facing each other on the other side. On one of the couch, an older man dressed in a cassock holding a cross, and a book that looked like the bible sat, next to another man who I could easily recognize as Adrian's man.  

"Sit," he instructed pointing to one of the seats in front of the desk. As I suspected, the older man, was a priest called to perform our marriage ceremony. The ceremony was short and done in a quick haze, and before I knew it Anderson—our witness—took out two rings from his pocket. He handed one to me and one to Adrian, who hurriedly pried it on my finger. He stretched out his hand to receive mine, and I swallowed hard against the lump in my throat. 

Never in a million years did I think I would be standing here, far from home, far from my family, in a place I did not even know, getting married to a man, who I barely knew yet despised so much. 24 hours ago, I was just that girl that had one goal in life—to make her parents proud and happy. But at least by doing this, they would stay alive for me. 

A drop of tear fell, as I slid the ring into Adrian's finger, and the priest declared us man and wife, blessing our union, and sealing my fate with him.