Chapter 5
Elara's POV
The night felt heavier than usual.
I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my lap, but I wasn't really aware of what I was doing. My mind kept going back to the same scene again and again, replaying it like something I couldn't escape. The sound, the blood, the way he didn't even hesitate before cutting that man's tongue like it meant nothing.
My stomach twisted.
I had married a man capable of that.
No, worse.
I was now living with him.
A quiet breath left me as I glanced at the door. It was late. Too late. And yet, I couldn't relax. I didn't know when he would walk in, and that uncertainty made everything worse.
A thought slipped into my mind, unwanted but persistent.
Will he touch me tonight? Force me ?
The question alone made my chest tighten. I didn't want it. I didn't want anything like that. But at the same time, after everything that had happened, after everything I had heard, I don't understand him. What made him do that ?
The door opened.
My body stiffened instantly.
Sebastian walked in like he always did calm, composed, like nothing in the world could shake him. As if he hadn't just ruined a man in front of an entire room.
I didn't know what to say.
So I said nothing.
The silence between us stretched, awkward and heavy. I could hear my own heartbeat, loud and fast, while he moved around the room like my presence didn't affect him at all.
He reached into his jacket and took out his gun, placing it inside the drawer beside the bed with casual ease.
I couldn't help but stare. How calm he is after cutting down his own uncle's tounge
That small action alone reminded me of who he really was and What he was capable of
As if sensing it, he looked at me.
Our eyes met for a brief second, and something in my chest tightened. I quickly looked away, pretending I wasn't staring at him in the first place.
The silence returned.
Then he spoke.
"Don't worry," he said, his voice calm but firm. "I won't fuck you unless you ask for it."
My head snapped up slightly.
What?
The words hit me in a way I didn't expect.
How could he say that so easily? Like it was nothing. Like I would ever want that
A sudden wave of irritation rose inside me, pushing against the fear.
I will never ask for that.
The thought burned in my mind, strong and stubborn, but I didn't say it out loud. I couldn't. Not yet. Not when he was standing there like that, calm and unreadable, like he could see right through me.
I swallowed and forced myself to look at him again.
"I… I want to ask something," I said, my voice not as steady as I wanted it to be.
He didn't respond, but he didn't stop me either.
"Why did you do that today?" I asked, gathering what little courage I had. "Why did you cut his tongue… just because he said something about me?"
For a moment, there was silence.
Then he answered.
"You deserve respect," he said simply. "And fear."
His gaze met mine again, steady and sharp.
"You are the wife of a capo," he continued. "People will treat you like one."
Ofcourse respect and fear but never cared and kindness it's not unusual for me.
Somethings about that answer made my chest feel strange. I didn't know if I should feel relieved or more unsettled.
Because he didn't deny what he did.
He justified it.
As if it was normal.
I didn't know what to say after that.
The room fell silent again, but this time it felt different. Not as awkward as before. Just… heavy.
He moved toward the bed, and my body tensed without my permission. I watched him carefully, unsure of what he would do next.
But he didn't look at me.
He simply lay down on one side of the bed.
Just like that. He didn't even say anything at all
For a moment, I just stood there, unsure of what to do. My eyes stayed on him, waiting for something anything but he didn't react. He didn't acknowledge me.
It was like he had already decided.
Slowly, I moved to the other side of the bed, my movements careful, almost hesitant. I lay down, keeping as much distance as possible between us, my body stiff, my mind still restless.
The silence returned.
Only this time, it wasn't just uncomfortable.
It was… something else.
I could feel his presence beside me, steady, unmoving, and it made it impossible to relax completely. My eyes stayed open for a while, staring at nothing, my thoughts running in circles.