Imprisoned

Chapter # 12

Glancing at the forlorn form of Cinzel, perished by one on whom she placed all the faith, the hope she placed upon his heartbeats died.

"Zaniel, didn't you hear me? Put. The. Fucking. Gun. Down!" I snarled, taking a step back. Cinzel was petrified to find the one she loves passive about her breath.

Disheartened at my words, he held his chest as a display of woe towards my unresponsiveness, he was hurt when of all people, I neglected his demand.

"For this mere woman you are pointing your gun at me, Prince? At your own nephew?"

And I could feel the stagger dwelling along her breath, immersing in pure appall to know he was the nephew of someone as ominous as me.

Sighing, I told him, "She is not a mere woman."

But seemingly he held the inability to comprehend my words, "What does she have?! We can easily kill her and end this! Why is she so important to you?!"

He yelled and before he could make an irredeemable mistake, I shouted what I wanted to avoid for as long as I could.

"She is my wife!"

A consuming pitch silence took over the room as it took Zaniel a few seconds to wrap around his mind with horror detaching wrath instantly. Shutting my eyes briefly, I moved back as well, cursing under my breath.

I knew I fucked up.

"What...?" He whispered, finally putting his gun down.

Strange how I became a path to reach her destination was beyond my grasp but her safety was my top priority and for it; I shattered his heart.

"You've got to be kidding me." He fell on the couch, holding his head.

I pulled down my gun and walked up Cinzel who was panic-stricken, gasping for air to supply her some strength. She shivered when I looked down at her weak form, shaking to fathom what happened.

Grabbing her arm, I forced her to stand, "This ring is her wedding ring which proves she is the wife of the leader of Poison Ivy." I enunciated, earning a low-pitched voice of terror from her.

"P-Poison I-Ivy...?"

Agitation dripped from her to know my identity, she was even more afraid to the extent of breathing with my allowance. Not moving an inch.

"And I won't tolerate if anyone dares to lay a finger upon her; including you as well."

Proclaiming her officially chained to my jail, I took her back to the cage where she ran from, leaving Zaniel all alone in his apartment.

Our drive back was silent, the day just started, deprived of sleep and relief. She was scattered in fathomless tunnels of tension, not knowing how to react about the situation- expected.

There were countless things concealed from her, the secrets.

We reached, I grabbed her arms and pulled her inside with me. She didn't fight this time, only winced by my harsh grip as I led her to my room.

The moment we entered, She bit her lips nervously, looked away, held her elbow with another hand and released her first question.

"Is he.. truly your nephew?" She asked, looking up at me in distress, "What was that?" Another question.

"Just a part of reality hidden from you." I sneered, taking a step dangerously close to her until her back hit the wall.

Her breaths stopped, her terror was enhanced to know I was in the mafia. Putting my one hand beside her face, on the wall, syncing my gaze, along those heavy breaths with hers.