Addicted.

Addicted- Chapter Four

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-“You choose what you can live with, and what you can't live without.” 

Chapter four- Bloodlust. 

Slave.

The word resonated against Vivian’s ears.

It went against her morals, her standards and everything she stood for, her pride just couldn’t allow her. Being looked down upon didn’t bode well with the arrogant Vivian. Being asked to be a slave to a mafia was a low Vivian had even anticipated.

‘’No.’’ She replied.

Her words seemed to sober up James Sinclair, who was happily looking at Vivian who was scantily clad in a tank top and shorts and looked ready for bed. He tore his bloodshot eyes from her breast and focused them on her determined face. A small amused smile crept on James’s lips.

‘’What?’’ James asked just to see Vivian say no like an eight year old stubborn child.

Vivian set her jaw straight, having a bit of a hunch that she was being toyed around, ‘’I said no.’’

James took a step towards Vivian, his face dead serious, the trace of amusement vanishing from his face abruptly. Vivian tried to compensate by moving back, despite the fact that she did not like a drunk at her home she had allowed James to invade her space. James took another step and was very well inside Vivian’s house. Vivian tried to keep her cool, but she could already feel the charged atmosphere James had managed to create, even though he was full to the brim with alcohol it did not diminish his personality, not even a bit.

Before Vivian could take another step back, James pulled her by her hand and Vivian met his chest with a thud, ‘’Jam—

Vivian had started to protest, and as much as she hated to admit she was momentarily scared and frozen. She was being held by James Sinclair, a guy whose bare touch was making her heart thump faster with fear and pleasure.

James cut her of by turning her against him, and putting a hand over her mouth, ‘’Shh…’’ He murmured against Vivian’s ears, his low baritone making Vivian shiver from pleasure.

Vivian instantly grew quite.

‘’I don’t like women who speak too much, Miss Wade. Besides, don’t you want your brother to not go to prison?’’ James voice had taken a threatening edge as his hand on Vivian’s waist tightened.

Vivian tried to say something but was again cut off by James, ‘’you should’ve known what you were getting into Miss. Wade; you had a fair warning, didn’t you? And now you know too much for me to let you get away.’’ James’s hand on Vivian tightened to the point that she could feel the pain.

‘’I know.’’ She replied calmly, but her breath came out in huffs as she wasn’t able to breathe properly, ‘’Do you want me to make your life a living hell, Miss Wade?” James asked Vivian politely, making his words seem even more dangerous than before. Vivian didn’t doubt James’s capability even a bit, she knew he was a cold-blooded killer who ruledNew York City, and with a flick of his finger he could have her and her brother killed without a trace.

Vivian tried to free herself away and after a bit of effort she realized that James had let her go, ‘’Mr. Sinclair, do whatever the fuck you want to do. But I am not being your slave or anything for that matter. I don’t owe anything to you…so you can go ahead and try to ruin me.’’ Vivian looked at him straight in the eyes, ‘’But let me tell you, I will not go down without a fight, Sinclair.’’