4 Don

Bridget

Every inch of Lucien is enough to make a girl throb.

He has dark hair, almost black. His brows curve over his eyes in a way that sort of makes him look sinister, but it makes him look attractive and desirable as well. He has long black eyelashes surrounding silver eyes, a straight nose, visible cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and perfect pink lips.

If I wasn’t a girl that had been abducted and bought by him, I would have fallen in love with him or at least requested a one-night stand.

“You may leave, Alec,” Lucien says, not even looking at me. He turns back around.

“Don—”

“Leave,” Lucien repeats his order.

Alec quickly reaches out and squeezes my shoulder, then turns and walks away, leaving me in a room with the devil himself.

A hot devil…

I let my eyes run down him while his back his turned.

His arms are enormous, probably as big as my thighs, or maybe even bigger since I don’t have thick thighs. He looks to be cut out of perfect god-like material.

He turns around so quickly that my eyes hurt from trying to follow his movements.

He sets his whiskey glass down and slowly approaches me, watching my facial reaction as he comes closer.

He doesn’t speak to me, but just stands two feet away from me, studying my face.

“I never believed in them…” he mutters, “until now.”

I don’t bother to ask him to elaborate, because to be honest, I’m not exactly paying attention to anything he’s saying. I’m more concerned about watching his bodily movements so I can react if he tries to kill me.

Unfortunately for me though, my human eyes cannot trace the speed of a vampire. He closes the space between us and lifts me up by neck so fast and I can’t process what just happened until my brain begins to notice the lack of oxygen.

But the strangest thing happened when our skin made contact.

Tingles spread out everywhere on my skin.

He drops me so quickly and so fast and it hurts when air comes back into my lungs. I moan in pain, and he does his lightning speed to get away from me. He stands back at the window and looks out it, still not speaking.

My body readjusts my breathing as my body recirculates the necessary oxygen throughout me.

“The irony is fucking pathetic,” he hisses to himself. “And the look factor is as well.”

I don’t speak, for fear something will slip out and he’ll try to kill me again. To be honest, I was kind of expecting to die, and I can’t believe disappointment literally set in when I didn’t die. I guess death to me is more livable than serving a vampire.

He sits down at his desk and picks up his glass of whiskey. He drains it in one swallow.

“The name is Bridget, isn’t it?” he asks, and I look up at him, right into his eyes.

He hisses at me, and I lower my eyes.

“Yeah,” I say tiredly, and the sound of a glass being set down hard makes me look up again.

“Yeah?” he repeats.

“What the fuck do you want me to say?” I say, exasperated and annoyed. “‘Yes, Your Highness?’”

“Not a bad idea,” he says, smirking, drawing his fingertips around the top of his glass. “Would be nice if people did that, but they don’t. Just Don or Boss, and the brave few who die for calling me by my first name.”

I stare at him. “The government—”

“I don’t give two fucks what humans call me, they are of no importance,” he states, then his silver eyes bore right into my light green ones. “You, however, are different.”

“I’m…human, the last time I checked,” I say, and he chuckles, still drawing his fingers around the top of the glass.

“You have balls, don’t you?”

“While speaking of that checking, I am female,” I reply, and he blankly stares at me.

“I’m not stupid, but maybe you are,” he says. “I was referring to you having guts. You realize that you were literally about to die a few moments ago?”

“If it meant not having to be here, then death is a great idea,” I say. “How can the plan be executed?”

“You are one interesting being,” he murmurs to himself, then comes around the side of the desk and bends down in front of me. “I am the Don, Bridget. I am the leader of both a coven and a very powerful mafia. You are playing with one dangerous fire.”

He hooks two fingers under my chin, and the contact immediately sends those tingles throughout my body again.

He stares at me for the longest time before getting back to his feet.

“Carson!” he calls out, and a man quickly comes to the door. “Take the new slave to her quarters.”

“Yes sir,” Carson says, then dips his head respectfully and drags me away from the Don.