"I will not. " I said to counter him.

I entered my car still and close the door a bit louder.

Why would I go with him?

And what's with him now?

It has only been a minute of me closing the door when German knocked on my window thrice.

I feel a bit irritated now but I still opened the window, for him.

"I am not coming with him. You can go with him if you want. Luther will be more grateful if you will." I said continuously but he only eyed me.

And I know what that means now.

If only I don't respect him so much I would have driven away here in a minute.

"We can talk here by the window, " I proposed at him but he only shaked his head.

I looked at the dog with a frown on my face.

He only wiggled his tail on me.

"I'm afraid the talk will last a bit longer, the dog needs to rest now. I'll be taking him home-" he lectured making me turn my gaze at him again.

Long talk? I know he meant more than taking the dog home.

I looked darkly infront for a while. Chewing my argument for this.

"with your car." he continued, forcing me to go now.

I clenched my jaw briefly before I returned my eyes to German.

Fine.

This has to be quick and important.

He removed himself from the window and I walked out of my car.

I met a pair of orbs watching me languidly as I move out.

I turned to German, giving him a death glare. He only smiled at me and opened my closed palm to get the key.

"We are going. Call when you need help, " he whispered before he drove out the car into the darkness.

I turned to Remus only to see him looking at me darkly. And it seems like he doesn't want to hide the staring with the way he is looking now.

This talk better be done fast.

"What do you want?" I said coldly and impatiently.

It was dark in here and I feel like it kinda enveloped us perfectly.

Two dark souls united by the darkness on the beach.

How romantic.

"I'll drive you home," he said in a deep voice that made my brow up.

What?

"I was not here for that kind of agenda" I spat back immediately.

He only looked at me with his usual expression.

"But I am," he said, making me close the distance between us to strangle him but he was fast to hold my hand.

His blank expression didn't change, in contrast with me who is getting so irritated at him now.

"I am not a puppet. " I said as I struggle to free my hand off his hold.

But he only tightened his hold on me more.

He might be thinking I am someone he can just order and play around with. I am not like those girls.

He is very wrong.

I was not and I will never be a puppet to anyone.

"Let go of me. " I said fiercely but he only raised my hand making my cover-up slide, revealing some of my chest.

I saw how his eyes peek at it before he watch my grim expression again.

Now an insulting smile is plastered on his face.

My eyes darkened more of the uncovered skin and his offensive smile. I moved my knees to hit him down there but his other hand skillfully grabbed my legs high, that I can feel his legs between me. His grip sinking on my skin.

"Fuck off," I warned, my chest heaving because of my actions and irritation.

The cover-up is no longer useful because along with this man's brash moves, the wind is moving it gracefully too. Now it is covering none.

"I'll drive you home," he repeated, his eyes then wandered on the vicinity of the place.

"I obviously can take a cab here or whatever to get myself home. Alone. " I insisted.

I thought he wants to talk about something important and here he is talking about taking me home?

Is he fucking with me?

Because I was not up for it.

He tightened his hold on me making me aware that he has control over me now. That grasp freaking hurts!

I tried to escape once more but none happened.

And it doesn't help that I am just wearing a bikini under this thin silk cover-up. And it is a freaking white bikini on this dark night!

I glared at him more but he only equaled it with an unwavering authoritative expression.

"This is the last time you can do this to me. " I said as a warning and as a sign of defeat.

He understood it and he placed my feet on the sand harshly. He also freed my now red wrist.

I moved a few steps away from him immediately.

"Is this the conversation you want to have? " I said but he responded nothing.

I fixed the cover-up properly on my body this time.

Crickets.

His silence made me almost throw a fit again but he spoke then.

"You will be one of the mafia's reaper. " he dropped like he is very sure I will be.

What did he just say?

I glanced at him but he held my eyes. I immediately withdrew.

"I will not kill for your mafia. " I said controlling my voice from exploding, irritation creeping on me now.

They may be sick thinking that I'll agree with this.

This whole idea and the person infront of me are making me awfully sick! I will not lay a hand on people who did nothing wrong with me.

I will not kill for the mafia.

"I already assigned you and I already informed Mr. Flinn about it-"

I cut him off which made him shut his eye for a while.

I glared at him, really dark this time.

"Well fuck both of you, " I hissed at him.

He stepped two times, leaving just a little distance between us.

"Watch your words, " he warned with a voice making him more dangerous now.

But I do not care anymore.

I won't be shaken by his deep voice and the intensity of his glare when all that's registering on me is the idea that I have to kill people who cause nothing on me.

That it is their move to make me one of those puppets the mafia has.

Why would that man even allow Remus to assign me?

Right.

He doesn't even care a little whether I'll die serving his dear mafia.

He wouldn't even have a second thought whether I'll agree on this or not.

But I wasn't quite surprised now. He's been like that for years.

I clenched both of my fists before shutting every little emotion that can possibly radiate from me.

I have to be extra careful dealing with this man.

"I can take myself home ALONE. " I said and walked away from him.