Sorry no quotes today!

I have a questions guys that I want my every reader, not just few of them, to answer sincerely. Are you enjoying Romira or it's lacking something? I give my almost three to four hours everyday to write one chapter, is it worth? Or do I need to just finish it? Though I get about thousands reader per chapter and only few votes and Comments? Why? It doesn't includes the one who do. One thing every person wants and needs is others appreciation. It's a major part of human nature. I'm not trying to sound bitchy or ungrateful I just want to know your opinions. Is it too much to ask?

......

Akira

Time stops for me when he straightens, untangling himself from others hold. Without even bothering to look back the damage he has caused, he starts taking his powerful stride toward me. He walked like a predator does toward its pray. One stare from him has me sobering up immediately, his eyes daring me to take a step away from him. He actually wants me to move away from him so he could have his dark twisted fun in chasing me.

Would I ever dare to?

No, the answer comes hard and fast, I wouldn't dare. Not when I know the consequences.

Still froze on the exact same place, I shiver visibly. I have a feeling I'm about to hunted and that too without any mercy. I suddenly want to run and hide from him, from his piercing grey orbs which seem to baring my soul. They looked like they could see every question, every emotion and every turmoil behind my own blue eyes.

The rage in his glaring eyes terrifies me but not because he could hurt me, but because he could hurt himself. Blind rage can hurt the person holding it more than it could do to others. One thing I can always be sure about is that he could never hurt me physically. He can hurt me in so many levels but never physically. He'd rather cut his arm off before he could raise a mere finger at me. I know this because I have felt it.

He has just beaten a guy to death, I don't know what to make of it or what it should make me feel but when he is almost a step away from me I notice there is a possessive gleam in his eyes, so dark and raw, dominating over anger. I can't explain it but instead of warning me away this gleam excites me.

Out of no where Sydney comes in front of me blocking his access to me. His dark eyes flashes with warning but she stands firmly in her place as though she is defending me but what she doesn't realise is I don't need protection from him.

"Get out of my way." His voice is clam, maybe too calm.

Sydney tilts her head stubbornly but I can see rigidness of her back. She is afraid of him, like anyone else would be, but she is protecting her friend and that is giving her strength to face him. My heart clenches at the thought of my new friend ready to face someone she is afraid of just to help her friend. She doesn't even know me enough but she is still having my back.

"I won't let you hurt her, King." There is small quiver in her voice that cannot go undetected.

His brow raise in incredulity, "Hurt her? Are you fucking daft woman? I would kill myself before I could even think about hurting her!"

The words he just declared are like a vow. He means what he says. This promise brings out several surprised faces, most of the people in the room are are shocked at his open revelation. No one seems to digest this side of an ex player easily. They all look like they are having difficulty to accept the fact that the man who used to sleep with a new girl everyday is exposing himself like this.

Slade is only one who looked like he has anticipated this to happen or more like he was waiting for it to happen. Taking a step forward he come side by side to Romero and stares him hard, "Don't talk to my sister like that."

Romero returns the glare with ten fold ferocity, "Then tell your sister to mind her own fucking business."

Slade's scowl hardens, "She is her friend."

Romero's head turns to Sydney, "She is mine!"

Nine letters, three words, one sentence and I'm undone. These simple but intense words are going to be my ruin, I've never been more sure of anything else before.

Either the look he is giving her wins or she finally believes that he has not intention of hurting me, Sydney swiftly removes herself from her position allowing Romero to have me.

Not caring about anything in the world he catches my wrist in one fast motion and leads me out of this horrid place I never want return. On passing by Sydney I try to give her an assuring smile but my lips are too frozen to move but I think she understands my effort for she gives me a nod of affirmation. On our way to door I try to not look anything else but his back. I don't want face their judgmental eyes for I just caused a fight, if one could call it that but somehow I still manage to witnesses the stunned expression of the same two girls who were talking about how they'd love to have him again.

Over my dead body!

The rest of the events after exiting the club is kind of blur to me. I don't recall how or when we reach his building because the next thing I know is we are in his private lift and sliding up to his suite. He doesn't say a word and I'm too incoherent to form a perfect sentence.

I look down at his hand that is still clasped around my wrist and tug it to get it free. This makes him turn to me sharply, I peek up in his eyes to find it undecipherable. I don't like it when they are like this, I want them to shining with emotions doesn't matter if the emotion is anger at least I'd be able to read it.

Taking his hand off my wrist he lifts it toward my face and seeing his bust up knuckles I involuntarily flinch. His eyes widen at my reaction and hand halts on mid air. He misunderstood my response, I can practically see his mind running. He is thinking I flinch because I'm scared of him.

Before I could relieve him from his trouble, he smashes his hand into the glass part of lift shattering it apart. I jump with a shriek and stare at his now bloody hand with horror.

Oh, my God!

Blood

"B- blood.... yo-your h-hand." I stammer taking a step away from him, tears blurring my vision.

Images of Jake, mommy and daddy's blood-spattered body start floating in my head. Their blood is spread across the road, all over in crushed car and on my hand. Gasping, I close my eyes to get rid of those memories but they are just implanted in my brain. I can only suppress them aside but never destroy them, they would remain with me until the day I die.

"Hey, look at me." I hear his soft velvety voice.

I shake my head. I can't see him with the sight of blood. I don't need this image when I already have others to hurt me for life time. I can't see him hurt.

I hear some shuffling sound and feel him shift in toward me, "Open your eyes, baby."

I clench them more tightly, "No! Your hand... blood, I can't. Oh my God! I can't." I press my body into wall.

"Ray, baby my hand is fine. There no blood. Open your eyes. Please."

I couldn't ignore the desperation in his plea. I slowly force my eyes to open and truly most of the blood is wiped away leaving a small trace at the wounded part.

I shift my gaze to him and he nods at me. I grab his hand in mine to inspect and wince noticing few piece of glass pierced in it.

"Does it hurt?" I ask softly.

"Not a bit."

I frown at his answer, he has to be lying. "You need to clean it." I tell him.

He points the door of elevator which is already open. "Let's go inside."

Entering his apartment I take him directly to his bathroom, toward sink and hold his hand under flowing water. Once I'm sure its cleaned I search for aid box, on finding it I turn to him, placing the box beside me. He raises his up for me to take and I do.

"This will hurt a bit." I say pointing at the pierced glasses.

His shrug infuriates me, he acts like it's not hurting him. I wince every time I pluck out a glass. This is the second time I am treating his injured hand and something tells me it won't be last. While I work on his hand I feel him his intense stare on me.

"I'm sorry I scared you." He mumbles under his breath.

Without looking up, "You did."

"That bastard has-"

Finishing my work I look up, "I'm talking about the stunt you pulled up a while a ago."

"I thought you were scared of me, I couldn't control myself."

"Well you should. You can't just around punching a wall ever time you get angry. I..I don't want you hurt yourself." My voice shakes at the end.

"And I don't want you to be afraid of me. I can't take it and when I saw you flinch I lost it."

"I flinched because of your wounds. Though you shouldn't have beaten that guy like that. He was just-"

He growls, "He was touching you. He has it coming the instant he looked at you with wrong intention. No one touches you but me." His eyes flashing with uncontrolled possessiveness.

A shiver of excitement runs through me at his tone, when it should scare me. I had always thought possessiveness is not my thing but after having him in my life it has totally changed. Why would it scare me when I want him with same ferocity?

I'm his and he is mine!

It should be simple as that.

But it's not.