My Tool For Revenge (I bought her)

Greg’s POV

I couldn’t still presume I was the one actually doing this, obeying little Gianna and running down the stairs like mad.

All my existence, I have never said sorry to anyone before, nobody, none, neither have I cared if someone forgives me or not, but I don’t know why it always differs when it comes to Gianna.

I ran down the stairs, running like a bolt of lightning just so I could beat the time Gianna assigned me.

Author’s POVS

The maids stared at Greg running down the stairs like they had seen the impossible.

All his burly securities were awestruck, seeing their almighty boss, scurrying like a flash of light.

They wondered what could have fizzled out.

His friends who had just arrived like few seconds ago just to visit, all stood mouth agape wondering what was after their friend.

Everyone was astounded to the unusual action of Greg, who was running like a commando chasing after the enemy.

“What do you think has gone amiss?”, Jones who was smiling broadly implored to the two buddies as they leaned on the car. They were still in the parking lot.

“I have no idea”, Nelson retorted with his eyes fixed on Greg who was almost at the entrance of the garden.

Lionel observed quietly before uttering a word.

“I think he has been punished”, he uttered coldly, making the two to gently drool a glare at him.

The next thing, they bursted into laughter, Lionel stood unshaken.

“Punished? I think you are mistaken, no one dares to punish Greg, come on”, Nelson replied, still laughing.

As much as he knows, Greg isn’t a pushover, rather he is always the one to bully everyone right from when they were infants.

“It is weird for Greg to be punished, don’t you th! nk?”, inquired Jones, not wanting to have a hint about someone punishing Greg.

“Wait and interrogate him”, was all Lionel could mutter, as they all stared intently at Greg who was now in the garden searching zealously for what they couldn’t fathom.

Greg’s POV

After searching briskly for the golden earring, I finally found it.

I sighed deeply and stared at my wrist watch, to find out I have only got two seconds to return upstairs, damn! I couldn’t believe I made it here in three seconds.

Immediately, I took to my heels, scurrying like a phantom of light, this time I tripled my pace.

Gianna’s POV

I couldn’t hold back my laughter watching Greg running hysterically like a cheetah.

I did that willfully, cause I knew he wasn’t gonna pull through in five seconds.

Bang!

The door was unbarred with a loud bang, the loud creaking sounds accumulated in the room.

My mind accelerated in awe, and I sat up swallowing hard in astonishment, gazing at Greg standing by the door and panting heavily with sweats sliding continuously from his tempting abs and inviting body.

“G… Greg?”, I called softly.

“Yes my love, I did it!”he proclaimed, airing gracefully towards me, making my heart pound in a strange rhythm, I even feared he heard the pounding as well.

“You did?”, I asked, turning to the silver wall clock.

He only gave a slight nod, still rambling towards the bed.

No matter what happens or whatever has been happening, I can’t help but to admire Greg’s manly beauty.

“Have you forgiven me now love?”, he inquired, breaking into my chain of thoughts.

I really needed to forgive him, knowing he is hell bent on doing anything to trigger my forgiveness.

“No!”, I replied against my wish, nodding dismally.

“Why?”, he retorted, frowning.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“Who are you? Why do you have a gun? Are you a highway burglar or an assassin? Are you gonna hurt or kill me in a painful way just as you did to the man earlier?”, I retorted at once with my eyes heated up with unshed tears.

Knowing that I dwell with someone as perilous as Greg, he might decide to kill me one day.

Just then, he came and sat beside me, then he held me by the hands and directly placed it on his chest.

“I give you my words Gianna, I will never do anything to hurt you from now on. I would try my best to keep you on a safe side, you are now my priority Gianna”, he said in the softest voice I have ever heard, I couldn’t even say anything, I was so speechless.

“To answer your questions…”, he continued, “I’m not a burglar or an assassin”, he uttered.

“Then who are you?”, I surprisingly found myself asking curiously.

“Promise you won’t hate me for it”, he mumbled coldly.

I nodded my head at him. Why should I hate him now when he owns me?

“I’m a Mafia King”, he reported, and instantly, the world stopped spinning around me, everything halted for a moment.

All I could think about was the mafia king he just mentioned.

“Oh Christ of Nazareth!”, I exclaimed.

“Why is my life a heap of misfortune? Nothing good has ever come out of it, instead it keeps getting worse by each crawling of the day”, I wondered aloud.

Hot tears rolled over, and he kissed away the falling tears.

“I’m sorry love, that is the real me”, he said, “I know you are hurting right now, but I pray you get over it”, he added.

I only nodded as more tears came sliding down.

“I have been so stupid to always make you cry. I know you are hurt right now but please don’t hate me, I beg of you!”, he pleaded as his eyes were also heated up.

I was mute not daring to say a word.

If he was a mafia but always protected me from incoming danger, then I was gonna be fine with it.

I know I couldn’t change him easily, but I vowed to do that gradually.

“Your silence is killing me, please say something”, he spoke softly.

I looked at him for a few seconds, then I spoke.

“I have forgiven and accepted you the way you are”.

“Wow! You did? You have actually forgiven me?”, he asked as a huge smile played on his lips.

“Yes! I have actually forgiven you if only you won’t hurt me more”, I shrieked.

He took my hands and kissed my knuckles softly.

“I promise you with all I have got in me to always protect you and never to hurt you again”, he replied and instantly hugged me putting something around my neck.

Then he disengaged from the hug, and I instantly glanced at my neck to behold a beautiful diamond necklace, with my name boldly carved on it, it was a customized necklace.

‘It must be expensive’, I thought.

“Wow!”, I exclaimed.

“You like it?”, he retorted curiously.

“No! I love it”, I replied, running my hands through the necklace.

“Thanks again my pet”, he uttered and instantly he drew his face closer to mine staring intensely at me that I felt necked under his gaze.

Then he took my lips in his, giving me a sweet but yet tender kiss.

For the first time, his kiss was inviting and sweet, leaving me with no choice but to kiss him in return.