Touch In The Dark

Chapter 5

Rebarbative (adj)
Causing annoyance, irritation, or aversion; repellent.

Evelyn's POV

     The Don?

"Evelyn?" Dimitri says when he notices my shock.

"You're in the damn mafia and you let me work with you?" I ask in a fit of rage.

"Lingua bambina, you needed a job. Now you have a job." He shrugs.
[Language babygirl]

"I didn't ask for this!" I yell at him.

His hands grip the steering wheel, and his knuckles begin to turn white.

"You're not in the mafia, you're working for my company so watch what you say." He says gritting his teeth.

"Or what? You'll kill me?" I huff.

He looks over at me and smirks.

"I see you have jokes." He says calmly.

I wasn't joking...

"I want to go home." I cross my arms over my chest.

"Eve we both know you want many things, but not one of them is going home." He smirks.

His voice that once made my knees weak is now sounding rebarbative.

I look out the window realizing that he's right. I don't want to go back to my dad's.

I see his eyes peer in my direction at a red light, but I pay him no attention.

He should've told me what this job was, who he was!

We pull up to the house and I quickly go to the front door.

When I get there, I realize I don't have a key.

I see him walking up to the door and I can't help but to watch him.

How can someone so irritating be so sexy?

"You have questions, no?" He asks.

I honestly didn't expect him to ask that. But I do. I have questions.

I nod my head slowly and he unlocks the door.

He leads me to the living room, and we sit on a large white couch. His knee is distracting me by rubbing against mine, but I try to ignore it.

"Ask." He sits back looking at me.

"I hate you." I sigh.

"Why? I'm lovely." He smiles.

Did I mean that I hated him, of course not. I'm just mad.

"You made me work for you not knowing fully who you are." I state.

"I didn't make you work for me, I offered, you accepted."

He's got a point.

"I'm not working for you anymore." I don't want to support this; I don't want to support an evil organization.

"No." He says.

No?

"What do you mean no?" I ask offended.

"You work for me now, and I like your presence. So, you're staying."

He can't do that.

"You have no power over me. I can do what I want." I cross my arms.

He stands up and gets on his knee. His hazel blue/green eyes burn through mine.