Chapter 4 My Pet My Wife

Present

Ava

I dragged myself out of the church, looking for Dave's driver, but he was nowhere to be seen. My parents left an hour ago. Mom didn't want to leave me alone, but I didn't want her to stay here and witness my hurt and pain. She had already suffered enough.

"I should have been there for you." I heard a familiar masculine voice. "That fucker doesn't deserve you!"

I drew a deep breath before looking at that man. "And I don't deserve you either," I said, smiling sadly.

He smiled back, shaking his head. "You're precious, Ava. You didn't deserve it." His green eyes were sad and painful. "I could win over you and marry you."

"Beck." I reached out to him. "I didn't want you to win over me. I didn't want you to pay money to marry me. I'm happy you lost that stupid auction. I'm happy that you didn't give money to my father. If you had done that, it would have degraded me...." I closed my eyes as I breathed hard.

"Ava." He pulled me into a hug. I inhaled his familiar bergamot cologne. I buried my face in his chest, feeling his warmth. "I didn't mean to buy you but I wanted to save you."

"You've always been there for me whenever I needed you," I said. "Take me somewhere." I looked at his handsome face. "Make me happy, please."

He caressed my hair lovingly. "Let's go to your favorite restaurant."

"Slow Walker?" I asked. Slow Walker was Beck's first restaurant. When he turned twenty, his father gifted it to him and a year later he transformed it into one of the most famous Mexican restaurants in New York.

He quickly nodded, and a smile tugged at his lips. "Tacos will make you happy."

"Aw.." He knew my favorite food. "Then, let's go."

Before we could leave, someone said from behind us, "Mrs. Francis." I turned around to see a man. He was in a dark suit and stood near a white Range Rover.

"Yes," I said with a frown.

"Hello, my name is Bork Baxter, and I've come here to pick you up," he said politely.

But before I could respond to him, Beckham tightened his grip on my hand. "Tell your master she will not come unless he comes here to take her on his own!" He snapped at him and dragged me towards his black Audi. "He's so full of himself and aggressive. He's a pompous Bastard! I met him that day and I can't forget his face when he won you in an auction."

After ten minutes of driving, we finally arrived at his restaurant. He parked the car in front of a red brick building. Slow Walker was written in bold letters above it. "What would people think about me? Seeing me in a white gown," I inquired with raised brows while picking up my gown trail.

"Do you want me to pick it up for you?" Beck asked, grinning boyishly.

I shook my head. "It won't suit you." I giggled. "Let's go, I'm hungry."

He opened the door for me, and I walked in first.

"Good afternoon, Sir," A man greeted Beck, and then he turned to me, checking me up and down before giving me a polite smile. "Good afternoon, ma'am."

I nodded at him, feeling weird. He probably was wondering why I was in a wedding gown and where my groom was.

Beck ignored his employees and led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me. I sat down and kept my gaze on the table because every pair of eyes was on me. They watched me as if they had never seen a girl in a white gown before. Slow Walker was famous in midtown, so it was obvious that a lot of people were there at this time. It was always full of people, whether day or night. I grabbed a glass of water and gulped it down at once.

After a while, "Here you go." Beck appeared with tacos.

I breathed in the delicious aroma. "Wow! I can't wait to taste it." I quickly snatched the tray from his hands and placed it on the table.

He sat beside me, watching me intently which made me blush. "You look so beautiful when you smile."

I bit my lower lip, mumbling. "I'll miss your restaurant."

"Is there only a restaurant that you're going to miss or anything else?" He teased, grinning widely.

"There are many things I'll miss, Mom, you, Vivian, Harley, and Kiara." I took another huge bite. His shrimp tacos made me even more hungry.

"Oh, I didn't see Vivian at the ceremony.."

And I paused for a moment. Shit! I should not have mentioned my brother.

"Does he know about this auction?"

As I mumbled the tastiest taco I could think of, I kept quiet.

"Does he know about your husband?"

I dropped my gaze to the plate, avoiding looking into his eyes.

"Does he know you were forced into this marriage?" This time, his voice got angry.

I curled my hand into a fist, swallowing down the food I had eaten. "He knows nothing and you won't tell him."

"Ava..are you being serious? For God's sake, he is your brother. He has every right to know about you."

I placed my hand on him, meeting his gaze and pleading with him. "Now I have a husband." I bit my lip, couldn't believe I had a husband who just left me for another woman. "You won't tell him. And if he asks you, you will tell him I didn't want to marry you. I wanted to marry Dave."

"Ava.."

I squeezed his hand in warning. "Am I your friend?"

His jaw tightened as he kept quiet.

"Am I your friend or not?" I asked him again.

"You know very well you're more than a fucking friend to me." He gritted his teeth out, fury burning in his eyes.

I breathed shakily. "Then help me, help me. I don't want another trouble. There is no doubt that my brother is an infamous mafia and if he finds out, he won't leave a single person involved in this marriage and it will cause only destruction. It will affect my mother. I want to see her happy."

He scoffed, running his fingers through his hair. "And is she happy? You should have looked at her face..."

I squeezed his hand because I didn't want to listen to my mother anymore. "Beck, please..."

He sighed, defeated. "Fine."

"Well, well, well..." Suddenly we heard a man speaking behind us. "Poor old lovers..."

I looked up to see him, and my eyes widened in surprise. He was the same man who told me. 'Fuck you! Come to our world, Mrs. Ava Francis.' When his dark and terrifying eyes met mine, a shiver ran down my spine. He was huge, tall, and dark. He had the darkest eyes. "Why did you refuse the driver?"

I frowned because he was talking to me like he owned me. "And who do you think asked me this question?" I asked with a snap.

He pulled a chair next to me and sat down. His eyes ran down my body, making me feel sick. "You'll know, baby," he whispered in my ear, his hot breath blowing across my skin.

"Just leave her alone!" Beck stood up and prepared to jump on him.

"And you leave her alone!!" I heard another voice. My insides curled when I felt his deep, smoky, and rough voice hit me deep in my tummy, making me feel like a flutter of butterflies. The next moment, I heard several footsteps approaching the table.

I gasped when Dave plopped down in the chair across from me, staring straight at me. His gaze was as hot as lava. The hair on my head stood up when his eyes met mine. Those beautiful eyes I still remember. Nine years ago, he used to wear thick glasses, hiding all his good looks. I had never looked through those stunning eyes. I broke off my eye contact when his girlfriend sat next to him, smirking at me.

What hit me hard was her beauty. Rosalyn. I still remember her. She was gorgeous, with big brown eyes graced with thick eyelashes, and dark brown hair with olive skin. She was perfect for him.

"It's nice to see her again." A redhead boy chirped out and sat down next.

What is going on?

Beckham was sitting beside me, and that dark-eyed man was on the other side. My husband and his girlfriend are across from me and the redhead guy is in the center, not to mention the audience in the restaurant.

"She disobeyed you, Dave. I expect you to punish her."

"You can do whatever you want with her, Rowan," Dave told him without looking away from me. I felt heat rose to my face due to his hot scrutiny.

"You can't have fun alone, Rowan," the redhead guy interrupted, grinning.

"You can also have fun, Tim," Rowan said and winked. He turned to me, coming closer. "Tacos...mmm. I'm wondering how your lips taste after eating these delicious tacos." His eyes fell on my lips and I could feel my throat begin to ache. I snapped my eyes at Dave, expecting him to stop this. "Fuck! I want to kiss those glossy lips."

Sobs lodged in my throat when he bent down to kiss me.

"Fuck off!!" Beck growled, pushing him away. "Get the fuck out of this restaurant!"

"Tim, have fun, man," Dave said and Tim didn't wait as he stood up from the chair and grabbed the same chair and slammed it against the wall opposite us, breaking it into two pieces.

A small gasp escaped my mouth as I watched him in disbelief. He damaged Beck's property. I turned my head to Beck, who barbed his teeth as his jaw muscle twitched."FUCK YOU!" He screamed aggressively at Tim.

"Stay where you are!!" Dave snarled. "If you can't, my men are waiting for a signal over there." He pointed out. I glanced through the glass door and found a group of men waiting outside in black suits.

"Why are you doing this?" I glared at Dave, clenching my teeth.

He leaned over the chair, smirking. "You." He held my gaze. "He took you here without my permission and I'll damage everything without his permission."

"Asshole!!" Beck yelled as he walked around to Dave, but before he could hit him. Tim grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him away from Dave.

"I told you to stay where you are," Dave said calmly with his eyes on me. "Don't blame me for this." He gestured to Rowan.

Rowan quickly stood up, and his smile was undeniable. The first thing he did, grabbed the table and flip it over, sending everything to the floor. The sound of shattered glasses and bottles echoed in the room. I jolted back, gaping at him in shock. I heard the same sound throughout the restaurant. I turned around and saw his men had already damaged everything in the restaurant.

What the hell?

"You can't do this!" I whispered. This restaurant was Beck's father's last gift and dream before his death. I couldn't let it happen. "Stop it!!" I begged. "Please stop your men."

I looked at Beck, who stood frozen at his place. His face was shocked, confused, and hurt.

"Sorry, baby. Once they begin, they won't stop until they complete my order," Dave said with amusement. "I especially dislike Rowan. He's a psychopath."

My blood boiled. I quickly reached for him and grabbed him by the collar. "How dare you?!" I whispered angrily as my eyes burned with rage. "He did nothing to you."

Amusement crossed his face as he grabbed my hands. "Don't forget who you are?" He pushed me away, and I stumbled to my feet. "Ok, let me show you...your fucking place first." He hissed narrowing his eyes at me. I heard a chuckle, from Rosalyn.

I bared my teeth and clenched my jaw.

Dave shoved his hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a black strap. My eyes widened in shock once I realized what that was.

I stepped back, shaking my head. "No." I read the words written on the strap 'my pet.'

He filled the gap between us. "My pet. My wife." He sneered and wore it around my neck.

I closed my eyes, listening to the laughter of people. "You're going to see my most horrible version, Mrs. Francis." He whispered in my ear and quickly pulled himself back and turned around. "Tim, take her with us." He ordered him and stalked out.

I felt so weak in my legs that I fell on the floor and tears ran down my cheeks. Pet? His pet? Disgusting.

"Ava.." I heard Beck.

I looked at him, meeting his painful gaze. "I'm sorry."

He quickly knelt and hugged me. "Don't say sorry." He kissed my hairline. "Fuck! He is a monster."

I clutched his body tightly and didn't want to leave him. I didn't want to leave with my husband. I was scared. I didn't know what he had planned for me in the future, but I knew he would never leave me. "I..I..am I..." I swallowed.

"Stay the fuck away from her!!" I heard Dave's angry voice. I peeked up at him. But his eyes were on Beck as if he wanted to kill him. He rushed to me and grabbed my hand, and yanked me away from Beck.

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