Into The Devil’s Heart

The car stopped before the large and well-known supermarket. Baston helps himself out and rushes over to open the door for Audrey, but she blandly ignores his efforts and helps herself.

“I’m a slave not a fucking princess” Audrey reminds him of who she truly is to his boss, “just so you know” she adds.

She didn’t want to get a princess treatment only to be placed behind the bench to sit and watch others eat and laugh.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

Baston stared at her but did not say anything. Of course, she has the right to decline his help but, it’s not like he wanted to do it. He was ordered to.

Audrey’s eyes dart around the beautiful-looking place, it was dusk outside and most stores and shops would have been closed by now.

“Why did you bring me here?” She raises a brow and glances at Baston then the supermarket.

“Follow me!” Baston didn’t respond, rather he ordered and started going into the supermarket.

Audrey frowns, she has a lot of questions to ask but decides not to and just follows the red-haired grumpy man.

“Gentlemen always talk to ladies politely with respect” She grumbles in her stomach.

Baston heard her but pretended not to as he asked, “Pardon?” And turns to her.

“Nothing!” Audrey denies it, “not like you will change for the better” she murmurs with a frown.

Baston smiled but didn’t say anything. They walked into the supermarket, it was open but no one that seemed to be buying anything was inside.

“Shouldn’t this be close by now?” Audrey asked, looking around.

“Yes, it is” Baston answered nonchalantly.

Audrey stares at him with a frown, wondering if he’s gone knot. ” Then how are we here, if it’s closed?” She asked.

“To collect!” Baston answered straight to the point.

Audrey was about to brush the topic away when she heard his last word, “Collect? How can we just collect? It’s money they use to buy all these and we ought to buy with the same money.” She didn’t find his words nice.

“Wait! Is this how you Mafia men go around collecting people’s stuff just because you’ve got the power? That’s very bad. Learn to buy and not take, learn to give when necessary” She was very angry.

All the while she’s been talking, Baston stares at her with arms crossed over his chest waiting for her to finish.

“Cannon owns this supermarket!” Baston said and left.

Audrey’s mouth was left hanging when she realized she was wrong and she jumped to a conclusion.

She turns and looks at the supermarket again, everything in it screams extreme wealth.

“He owns this?” She mutters under her breath, unable to believe it.

“You should have told me we are here to get stuff and not say collect, you know, I’m not at fault here. it’s you, you are the one, if only you would’ve been a gentle and direct someone” she yells, following behind.

“You’ve got a brain right? Yes, I am sure you do have one” Baston poked her forehead confirming his words, “This can’t be empty with just water inside.”

Audrey was stunned, “huh? What? What has my brain got to do with this?” She asked, perplexed.

Baston didn’t respond, his attention was on the blue Versace dress before him.

“You see, you are so cold and rude and ungentlemanly. You just poke me in the face and not feel remorse, not even a tiny bit” she scoffs, looking away.

“you seem to be talkative, and what if I am ungentlemanly? What do you care? ” Baston was fading up with her constant nags.

“can’t that watery head of yours understand I so much want to be left in a silent and non-cricket room? And for your information, when I used the word collect, you should have a better understanding that it belongs to him, didn’t know you were this dumb ” He sighs, unplug his hands from his pants, and push his hair to the back.

Audrey frowns in displeasure, “you know what?” She points out a finger with grit teeth. “Forget it, just, ahh!” She yells and slumps on the floor, angry.

Baston watches her with a smile, “check this out” he throws her the blue Versace dress.

Audrey didn’t react, it was like he wasn’t talking to her.

“Care you don’t take it, I will make sure I tell Don about you refusing his gifts. I’m sure you will love to watch your heartbeat before your eyes,” He said, ” He doesn’t hesitate to kill anyone” he chuckled.

Hearing his threats, Audrey couldn’t help but take the dress. So much as she doesn’t wish to talk to this dumb head, she so much doesn’t wish to die.

“Do I have to take this? Can we get something simple and nice?” She asked, checking out the dress.

“As a slave, you must do, say, wear whatever your master chooses. You don’t dress for yourself ’cause you don’t own yourself, not anymore.” Baston turns to her, “not even that watery head of yours and that flabby mouth” he adds, “that gaze too”

Audrey rolled her eyes in irritation, “I know my place, stop reminding me of how insignificant I have become” Her tone was low.

Her heartache again, no matter how many times she tries to settle with the truth, hurts. Tears roll down her cheeks, she quickly turns away and wipes them off before Baston can see them.

Little did she know that he’d seen her already.

” Here, check out these shoes” He points out a beautiful set of Versace heels. It was like he was out for Versace.

Audrey walks to his side, she gasps at the sight of the beautiful shoes.

“He is a lover of black” Baston said, Audrey stared at him with a raised brow.

He didn’t bother explaining and just moved on to the next section of the supermarket.

Audrey couldn’t bring herself to think about what she didn’t understand, and with a shrug, she followed him behind.

Throughout their shopping, he had been the one choosing a dress for her. The majority of them were revealing and party-like, when he gets to take simple wear, it’s either hot pants or something very hot and sexy.

Thanks to God, he let her take some covering clothes after a long plea.

“Don’t you think these are so expensive?” Audrey asked as they walked out of the supermarket.

“I mean, whatever dress you took in there was either, Versace, Gucci, or Louis Vuitton. Including all my simple wears” she further explains.

“Nothing is too expensive for Don,” Baston said shortly and increased his pace.

Well, he was walking normally, but because Audrey carried some stuff and they were weighing her down, it was like he was fast.

She cries out, trying to push the load up.” I don’t think I will be able to put on all these dresses, they are too many. ” She complains, trying to meet up with him.

“I doubt if these are for a single soul or the world’s most priceless princess ” She dumps the entire load in the car boot, breathing heavily.