A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

Tristan got back in the evening and saw Kate sitting on the couch. The TV wasn’t on, and the fat cat wasn’t with her. She sat up straight and looked at him coldly and strangely.

He knew what happened. He strolled to her and said in a neutral tone, “How was it? Meeting with an old lover?”

Kate stood up and didn’t reply. She stared into his eyes and said, “Max’s fight was your scheme?”

Tristan stared at her for a few seconds and replied, “Yes.”

Kate’s heart sank. She had a little expectation that he would deny this.

Tristan looked at her and ridiculed, “The police helped you analyze this?”

The reply to his question was a moment of silence. A slap on her face. It made a loud clap. Before she could feel the pain, Tristan grabbed her wrist and squeezed the words between his teeth, “Are you crazy?”

She had tears in her eyes all of a sudden.

“Why?” she asked softly and then raised her voice, “Why? Because of the dimples on my face?”

Tristan was choked, and before he could speak, he saw her tears drop down, and she questioned, “How old is my brother? He is just a student. You scared him to death.”

“Do you know how hard I made the decision to take that way?”

“How could you do that? Because you have money and power, you do whatever you want to decide other people’s lives? How could you?”

Kate’s voice was scratchy now, and tears fell along her cheeks and dropped on Tristan’s heart. Her wrist was still in his hand. He wanted to hug her, but she beat his hand and dodged.

She shouted with derision, “Don’t touch me. You make me sick.”

Tristan ignored her and pulled her hard into his arms.

Kate struggled with her hands and feet, like a bird fighting to get free at the cost of its feathers. Tristan held her in his arms from behind and controlled her arms and waist. He yelled to her, “Kate! Stop.”

She didn’t listen to him and was still twisting her body to get loose. He called her “Lucy…”

Kate shivered and retorted with a husky voice, “Don’t call me Lucy. I am not your cat.”

She took a few breaths and said with an even huskier voice, “That cat was raised by her?” Laura said the cat was not young. She had seen its record. It was ten years old.

Tristan didn’t reply.

Kate didn’t think about it when Laura had told her. She just thought that was a coincidence. Now she felt sad. What kind of life had she been involved in?This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Just because of her dimples? And the same name as a cat?

This revelation was like a small needle stabbing her heart. Her emotions were like a deflated balloon, shrinking immediately. Her strained body also softened down and relaxed, but Tristan still held her in his arms.

So they just stood there in the living room in awkward positions. After a moment, Kate asked suddenly, “How many people have you killed?”

She felt the arms around her stiffen.

She closed her eyes and said, “Let me go.”

“Don’t even imagine it.”

“If you don’t let me go, I will tell you.”

“Unless you don’t want the lives of your families affected.”

He sounded calm, and the threat held the same power. Kate laughed and said, “We are poor people. It is worthy of using our lives to exchange yours.”

Tristan seemed to lose his patience. He turned her back by the shoulders, suddenly forcing her to face him.

His expression was so evil like she had not seen before, and his voice icy as ever, “I let you vent out because you are upset, but you don’t push your luck. Don’t you ever think of negotiating with me or threatening me? You think about what cards you have to play before doing that.”

Kate was shocked by his shouts, and she saw the frenzy in his eyes, “You are right. I am not a nice guy. Don’t forget the first time you saw me. Do you need me to help you recall that?”

And before Kate could make any response to ease off, he carried her into the bathroom and put her upper body into the tub, and started to open the tap.

His action was so experienced, and Kate recognized his attempt. She fought, but how could she outdo his strength. The water in the tub was rising.

She tried to tilt her face and raise her head. Her two hands grabbed his arms tightly and pressed against him to resist the force to press her down.

After Tristan opened the water, he pressed her down with his hands and stared into her face. Her hair was messy and wet; some was stuck on her face.

Kate’s eyes were bright and widened. No more tears in her eyes now, only stubbornness and indomitable courage. Her fingers had pierced Tristan’s skin even though his arms were covered in fabric.

They fought in silence. The only sound was running water. Time was passing second by second, and the surface of the water was rising inch by inch. Soon it would drown her. Kate’s pale earlobes had been immersed by water.

“Scared?” Tristan asked calmly after she began hyperventilating.

Kate didn’t answer, not knowing whether it was because of contempt or an attempt to conserve her strength.

“It is a little progress to be scared.” Tristan released his hand, and her body sprang out of the water and splashed water out of the tub. She lost her balance and fell on the floor. Tristan sat on the floor, too, ignoring his pricey suits that were doused by the water on the floor.

They were both breathing heavily, but Kate was breathing more vehemently, with the complicated emotions from returning from hell.

Later, Tristan’s hand sought her face. She didn’t dodge this time and allowed him to rub his palm against her cheeks.

He pulled her softly up to his arm, lifted her face, and started to kiss her.

First, he touched her lips carefully with his, and later his tongue probed into her mouth and sucked, and then swept violently.

The tub was ignored, and the water was still filling it. The sound of the running water covered the sound they made with their tongues and mouth water and also covered the moaning and panting afterward.