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Chapter 3: ➣ I Didn't Ask To Be A Part Of A Taylor Swift Song

He left me behind and ran away.

I should've known something like this would happen, it was so obvious, I should've foreseen and stopped it. He was always the type of man to abandon anything the moment things get tough. But despite my growing vexation towards my turd of a father, I still felt disheartened at the news. He was, despite all that, the man who raised me up until my mother death.

I gazed to my side at Gabe who stared back at me with a blank face, while Nathan at least had the decency for a little sympathy. I had no one now. Absolutely no one. My mother was stolen by death and my father ran off.

But I was Skyler Brooklynn. I was still me, and I'll always be, just me.

"Okay, So?" I shook my head, recovering my cool demeanor and I pretended to look the least affected by the turn of events. I'm not supposed to care. "What does that have to do with me?"

Xavier gazed at me with furrowed eyebrows, his piercing gaze trying to search past the walls I had put up and looked at my entire face in defeat, "That means, you belong to me," He repeated and I released a groan of annoyance.

"I don't belong to you! My father may have left me but that doesn't mean you of all people get custody of me!" I protested glaring at him flatly. "I'm a free individual,"

His eyes lit up in a dark layer of amusement and chuckled, "That's where your wrong," He mused sinisterly, "I told you, your father made off with a great amount of money."

I opened my mouth to ask how the hell that had anything to do with a mere duck. "How do you think he got that money from me?"

My eyes widened in shock, his sentence adding the petrol to my burning flame of anger. No, my father couldn't have done that to me. He wouldn't. "No that can't be! You don't have any written proof of it," I shot back smartly.

Only for my smile to be shot down as Xavier tossed a piece of paper, from his desk to my sight. My entire face fell at my father's signature signed at the bottom of the page offering a trade. One of a staggering amount of zeros on one side, and all my details on the other. That bastard staked me for that money!

"So there you have it, Skyler, you belong to me under legal rights," I huffed under my breath, hoping he'd give me a moment to ask one of his men for a gun to shoot myself now.

"What are you going to do with me?" I sneered, crossing my arms over my chest in anger. "Huh, prick!?"

My damned father had pinned me in place of billions of dollars to a handsome prick!

"Don't disrespect me! Or I'll have someone blow your brains out right here!" Xavier snapped back in irritation. I smirked, yawning loudly for the extra effect to annoy him.

"Well, I am worth that staggering amount of money..." I pointed out proudly, leaning back against my chair. "Now, what do you plan on doing with me? And why the hell do you have all these men with all these fancy looking weapons!"

"Because I'm a crime boss," He answered gruffly, still bubbling in vexation.

Crime boss...

HOLY SHIT! He was a damn gang leader! A gang leader! I was in the freaking presence of a fucking gang leader. Jesus christ, why didn't I take this in before?! God, ducks really do have small brains.

Gang leaders were known to be wealthy, arrogant and completely uncaring. This asshole would actually shoot me! Oh, my god. What was I getting myself into?

"And I'll do whatever I like with you,"

"Okay, cool, let's make a contract. I'll be here Monday to Wednesday and every other day I'll be at my place," I clapped my hands, negotiating with that once again amused expression. "So ciao!" I waved stupidly, my ass leaving the seat to get the hell outta here.

I screeched, my hands flying up instantly at the guns all aiming at my head once again. "Okay, okay, chill!" I patted the air, falling back down on my butt. "I want to go home," I whined, stamping my feet on the ground childishly.

"This is your home," Xavier replied coyly, "You belong to me now,"

"Okay, first of all. I did not ask to be a part of a Taylor Swift song," I mumbled, "And second, No, I'm going home and staying until my Netflix expires!"

"You're technically my property Sky, and what belongs to me, stays with me," He shot back emotionlessly. I raised my finger, cutting him off from his next sentence.

"It's Skyler to you, Weedwhacker!" Weedwhacker? Really?! Of all those perfectly capable insults, you had to go with a weedwhacker. He looks nothing like one!

"Sky," His eyes glowed with a dark sense of humor. Something in his mischievous tone clearly told me he was not actually joking around right now, but neither was i.

"Skyler!"

"Gesundheit," He shot back and I pouted angrily. This little prick, argh! If he wasn't a damn crime boss I would've castrated him by now. "Since you are now, living with me,"

"Not," I cut in rudely. One he chose to completely ignore as he went on with his Peter Hale voiced explanation.

"We have some house rules," More like mansion rules, bruh this ain't no house! "Rule number 1. Don't talk back to me. Rule number 2. Don't leave the house without my consent and most importantly rule 3. Don't touch anything that isn't yours."

"What about the floor?" I smirked, patting my foot generously against the expensive looking flooring. Xavier glared at me while Gabe and Nathan coughed out a laugh, covering it up quickly.

"Yes, you may touch the floor," He rolled his eyes, about to open his mouth to explain something else.

"What about the air?" I interjected much to his anyone, waving my hand around with a provoking grin.

"God Skyler, do you want your brain blown to bits?!" He growled and I jumped, my mouth spreading into a stupid smile.

"Go ahead, Xavier Dante," I stuck my nose forward, challenging him completely. He won't kill me, right? I'm worth too much. "You don't have to gut to-"

Bang!

I screamed, planting my face in my lap like the scared little duckling I really was. He fucking shot at me! Gabe was the first to break out with a little laughter, as I gazed up to glare at him, and then back at Xavier. Who was standing up from his seat, a successful smirk wiped across his face as he glanced at the smoking revolver in his grasp.

Where the fuck did that come from?!

"Any more remarks?" He mused coyly, giving me a good look at the loaded gun in his grasp. I shook my head instantly, knowing he had purposely missed my face and shot the wall behind me instead. That scare the living shit out of me knowing he could actually blow my brains out. "Good," He nodded, tucking the gun back in his waistband. "Now let's discuss your stay,"

"Asshole," I coughed under my breath so it went unheard.