Episode 3

The anxiety inside of her eyes was very evident as I take her inside of my mansion. I held the door open for her, and slowly, she went inside. She managed to show the lack of sincerity of hers, yet I know she was just feeling ashamed of her state.

We know each other from childhood.

We broke apart.

Yet we met each other again in that state. I don't know what are her thoughts right now as she gazes upon my paintings hanging beside the grand staircase. It's my family portrait.

I was the only son of Tinerv family. My parents already died because of an accident when we went here to China.

Nevertheless, I still keep their legacy in Underworld. At first, I wasn't able to accept my fate knowing the dirty things my family was doing. But now, I do understand their work. It's not that bad to think. And I kind of like it until now.

You just need to eradicate those dirty douchebag businessmen around you. It's bad in the environment. However, I accepted the douchebag's offer, Mr. K, that old bastard, for Mexica.

She should feel grateful. But why am I feeling it's the complete opposite?

"Why am I here?" Mexica asked anger was evident in her tone.

"This is my house. I should be here. And that includes you," I said, pointing a finger to her before gesturing my hand to my bodyguard. Justin nodded and went to the room where Mexica will occupy.

"I never told you to get me here," she barked.

"I don't need your permission."

"And why is that?"

"Because I own you."

"Is this what you meant getting my freedom?"

"A simple thank you will do."

"Mandemus!" she shouted. The maids gathering around our house flinched because of what she did.

Fuck. She was the only person aside from my deceased mother who dared to shout right in front of my fucking face.

"Mexica," I warned her.

"Right? This is what you meant by gaining my freedom? To serve you as my new master? You're crazy," she asked, again. She shook her head in disappointment with me. "I thought you're different from them," she commented again.

"We'll talk about this later. You should rest."

"No. Get me out of here. I have my life."

"I know. Just rest and we'll talk. Okay?"

However, she was always been stubborn until now. "No, I want you to get me out of here. If you don't want me to, then I'll just drag myself out." She started to pace back on into the backyard but Justin, who has was towering over her, blocks her way.

"Move," she hissed to my bodyguard.

"Are you deaf? I said, move!"

Justin didn't answer her and stick to his posture, not even eyeing her. I sigh. "Stop it. You're just straining yourself," I said to her. Then, I tried to grab her elbows yet she just nudged it away. "Don't touch me. I didn't know you have a deaf bodyguard. Tell him to fucking stay out of my sight!"

Mentally, I groaned. Sometimes, her attitude makes me lose a string of patience. And it's starting now. "You want to keep me here as your sex slave, huh? I can't guarantee you that." After saying that, she started to click her heels on the marble floor and went to the nearest window before I could stop her. "Mexica! What are you doing?" I shouted and went to her when she started to climb up on the windowsill.

It's quite dangerous.

I gestured a hand to one of my female maids to get her. The mayordoma, my oldest maid, went to her and started talking with Mexica in a soothing voice. They talk in a hushed voice and the mayordoma tried to calm her down. From what I've seen on her face, her expression softens and looked back at me. I didn't take off my eyes with her as she looks at me while listening to the old lady.

Even if I couldn't hear their talks, I could tell the mayordoma did a good job to calm her down. The two of them went in front of me.

Hands slipping in the pocket of my jeans, I asked. "Are you feeling better now?"

She didn't answer and look away. The mayordoma saved her ass. "Mandemus, you should give her some time to find herself. She was been locked up inside a ginsaeng house for years. It causes her a lot of trauma. Learn to be considerate sometimes." The old lady said to me in a most soothing voice and convincing way. Right, I forgot that. But I stick to my decisions.

"I know what I'm doing. It's for her own sake if she'll stay here. You don't have to worry." I said to her with all due respect. She was my Yaya back when I was still a child when we moved to China. She knows me, a lot. She is loyal to my deceased parents, and I give her points for that. I know she cared, she always will, to the people around me. But for this reason, she didn't know our history with Mexica so she couldn't understand how desperate I am to keep her at my side.

"But-"

I cut her off. "How about this? We'll talk later after she gets some rest. I need to get rest too."

"Mandemus, you just can't force a woman to live with you. This is abduction."

"Yaya, we just need to get some good talk. This is not abduction."

Mexica cut me off. "I contradict what you said. You are forcing me to stay in your house without my permission."

"Is this your way of saying thank you to the person who saves your life?"

"I've never asked you to."

"What could happen if you keep staying there? Do you really want to have sex with some random man who you didn't know for you to keep on living?" I told her, with vulgarity. Well, sorry, but she just needs some lessons you know. She is always stubborn.

"Why... do you care?" She said in a shaky voice. Damn, I felt guilty.

"Why did you bought my freedom in the first place if you will lock me again!" She blurted out, a pool of tears was flowing on her face like a river.

"Fine! I accept your so-called-sincerity since we knew each other in childhood. You want me to thank you? Fine, thank you so much I really appreciate it from the bottom of my heart, Mandemus! You owe my life, so I need to pay the debt by living with you in this mansion. Is that right? But you know what, I was almost grateful for what you did. I felt ashamed, and hopeful, mixed emotions were filling inside of me that finally, I could get my life back that was once taken by those bastards! I could do whatever I want without those chains put on my neck. I could finally be able to move freely. But then again, if you'll just keep me and lock me or whatever those damned shits you were thinking to do to me. No. Thank you. I'd rather rot in hell than experience this kind of torture again!"

I could see the rising and falling of her chest after that. She was still crying and I hate that part. I made her cry. If this situation were like before, back in childhood, I would laugh and stick out my tongue to tease her, however, things weren't like that as I wished.

This is not childhood.

We grew up, matured, and have our own life. I agree with her. But I just couldn't free her that easily.

"Is that all?" I asked.

"What..." she exhaled in disbelief.

"Is that all you want to say? Say it. So that we can finally rest. I'm tired." I loosen my tie and rest my arms on the couch. Then, I crossed my legs and gestured my hand to the couch across from mine. "Sit. Aren't your legs hurt?"

"Mandemus!" she cried.

"One more," I warned. Gazing at her. "You don't know what I can do to you if you'll shout again."

"I don't fucking care! Can't you understand what I meant?"

"I do. Shush, don't try to irritate me with that high-pitch voice of yours. It's starting to."

"Please... " Surprisingly, she pleaded. One fucking thing that shocked me more is, she kneeled! I stiffen in my seat when I saw what she did. "What are you doing?"

"Please... just let me go... "

"Stand up. I didn't summon you to kneel down." There was a hint of anger in my tone.

"If this is what it takes to let me go, then I'll do. Just... just get me out of here. We have our own life and businesses now. Why do you need to keep me?"

"That's my reason to keep."

"Then tell me. Why do I need to live with you?"

"You are really stubborn, huh."

"I have the right to know at least!"

"You have the rights under my permission, if and only if, I want to."

"What? You're crazy."

"I am. Can we stop talking? I'm already sick of it. The cycle goes on and on. We were just repeating ourselves. Now, get up."

"I'm not... I'm not going to until you get me out of here."

Shit. What do I need to get rid of her stubbornness? It's starting to piss me off.

"Mexica. Get. The fuck. Up." Sorry for the vulgar words, I just want this conversation to end. We were like talking for almost an hour now.

"No."

"I'll count one to three."

"I said no."

"One."

"You can't force me."

"Three," I stated as Justin went at my side. She remained silent.

He leaned at me. "What should I do to her?" I whispered.

He began scribbling his phone and read something. "It says here you need to kiss a woman to shut her up."

That's a crazy idea. I saw Justin tilt his head when he read it for me. Maybe he's also wondering that that idea sucks.

I played with my fingers while looking at Mexica's eyes filled with determination. She wouldn't get up on the cold floor if I'm not going to kick her out in the mansion. That's never gonna happen, sweetie.

Smirking, I stand up and went to her. "Let's just get this shit on," I mumbled and kneel on her side. I cupped her chin while my other free hand put it beside her, on the floor, and started kissing her. She was tongue-tied and didn't manage to spit some curses on my face.

She stiffened and didn't move because of my aggression. As soon as I break away my lips on hers, her eyes widen with anger, then, without hesitation, she slapped me, hard.

I've kissed a lot of women before but instead of thanking me just like others, she slaps me.

I kissed her with all my heart. But I received a slap. What a madwoman.

"You deserve it," she spatted. My head tilted because of her slap and it stung on my right cheek. I massaged it and look at Justin for a fucking response.

Now, what's next? I'll kill you, moron!

Kissing a girl will never be a way to shut her up. My eyebrows meet as I look at Mexica again. There is no trace of guilt on her face. It's like what she did to me is not enough for her, she wants more, she is determined to hurt me in all ways just so I let her go.

And I'm not going to let that happen.

"What's wrong with my kiss?" I asked her.

"Are you kidding me?"

"No. I'm not. What's wrong with my kiss? Is it that bad that's why you slap me?"

She sarcastically laughs because of my remarks. "You disgust me. Is that reason enough for you?"

My blood suddenly boils. "Why do you disgust a person who merely just save your life in that prostitute house?"

"I disgust those people who will help me just for their own benefits. You practically bought me. There's no difference between you and those old businessmen bastards."

She didn't know I willingly bought her freedom in exchange for partnering that old Chinese man, whom, I hate so much. God knows how much I put a gap between myself and those dirty businessmen. But I broke my principles just for her.

"I didn't do anything to you just like those pervs. How could you say such a thing?"

She laughs again. "Then if they're a perv. What are you? You just kissed me without my permission a while ago."

It didn't catch off my guard. "So?" I asked.

She was taken aback by what I said. Fear was all plastered on her face.

Heaving a deep sigh, I said. "Let's stop the drama. Get up now, Mexica."

She gets up on the floor slowly. I didn't know that was fast. Fast enough that after she gets up, she suddenly runs on towards the door, pushing the maids and bodyguards. She runs as fast as she could, not until she heard a crack of a gun, she stopped.

"I'm out of patience," I said angrily while pointing the gun at her back.

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