The German's Obsession

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Chapter 6


I finally blinked looking at the window of the plane we were on. I hadn't said a word eversince we left the restaurant. I don't really know why I haven't cried yet because I did just see a person brutally get murdered infront of me by my so called ex - boyfriend. I haven't said anything because I simply don't know where to start, I do have a lot of questions.

I now saw Sylas in a different light. I was afraid of asking anything too quickly thinking maybe he would also just end my life. It reminded me of typical movies where the girl would scream and cry at the sight of murder. I wasn't planning on any of that. If I do cry it won't be in front of him, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the man even if I didn't know him. I couldn't help the pain I felt in my heart of seeing someone loose their life.

I looked at the woman who had just entered the flight. She looked like Sylas in a feminine way. I assumed that she was his sister. She oozed power and danger. She was in a pants-suit that would make anyone do a double take with a laptop in her hand. She was honestly beautiful. She had lighter blue eyes compared to her brother and dark blond hair. She looked just as scary as her brother. She quietly sat a few seats from us quietly analyzing me.

"I don't like the way you are looking at her Netta." Sylas calmly said even though he didn't even glance at her.

"I didn't know you actually had such great taste in women." she said as she continued looking at me.

"You don't keep any of them around for too long so I'm obviously curious. I have finally met the woman you make sure to call everyday, asking if she has eaten or not and about her day. You only get to see that once in a lifetime." she said chuckling. I couldn't help but feel giddy at the memories.

The first time Sylas called me I had asked him if he had eaten because it was already noon and I had learnt on our last date that he sometimes tends to forget to eat, and it turned out he hadn't. He sounded so confused at first I could only imagine his face when I asked the question, he actually sounded speechless which was unbelievable knowing Sylas. After that something about him changed that I couldn't really explain.

"Mäuschen this is my baby sister Onetta." Syals said sounding uninterested. Onetta rolled her eyes at baby sister.

"Nice to meet you." I said looking at her trying to hold a smile.

"Sie ist so schön"(She's so beautiful.) she said to Sylas but kept her eyes on me.

“Vielen Dank” (Thank you.) I said gruffly not forgetting about her murderer of a brother. She looked impressed before nodding. I knew my mother's language but I was a little rusty because of all the years she had left my father and I to go back to her country, I didn't really have any interest in it. After some silence O spoke up again.

"He still refuses to do a back ground check on you. What can I say we all like adventures, but if you do anything to hurt my brother I will slaughter you and your family alive." she said seriously her accent getting thicker the darkness in her eyes reminding me of Sylas, before going back to her laptop. I couldn't lie and say she didn't scare me, I could tell she meant business. I didn't say anything and went back to staring at the window. I couldn't wait to get off this plane.

"You handled yourself pretty well. I'm sorry that you had to see that, I will try harder in the future to keep you separate from my business." he said casually looking at me. The way he was looking at me was different, it was like he was waiting for me to try something or do something. He had a glint in his eye that I couldn't explain. It made me calm down because I now realized I truly didn't know this man.

Did he just say future. I couldn't wait to get off this plane and cut his ass the fuck off. He must be truly crazy if he thinks there is a future for us after he just dead ass killed a man infront of me. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind but I had to be careful.

"Mäuschen you are awfully quiet." he said after a few minutes of staring at me. He looked like he was holding back a smirk. It irritated me but I kept my posture. I clearly didn't know what this man was capable off.

"I just have a lot on my mind." I calmly said looking at him in the eye. It took my whole being not to stutter and hold his gaze for almost 3 seconds before looking away. A chuckle came from beside us causing me to look at his sister.

"I like her." she said before getting up and dissappearing at the back of the plane. I was scared, I didn't like being alone with him but I wasn't about to show him that.

"Like what?" he asked before taking a sip of his drink. His whole attention on me. Should I ask him all the questions running through my mind or should I just shut up. I had to know whom I was dealing with. Maybe he was just a small time criminal thinking he made it but the money clearly spoke a different story.

I didn't want to be associated with no criminals whatsoever I already have a lot going on in my life that I couldn't deal with. I didn't want him to smell the fear on me usually that makes small time criminals do reckless things. I didn't want to be anywhere in his life because eventually all the little criminals come crashing down when they slip up trying to wear big pants that were not made for them.

Before I could recklessly respond the pilot announced that we have landed. I was internally happy because I wanted to get out of here and dissappear from this man's life. I was a little sad though because I felt for him, if I said I wasn't I would be lying and honestly if I was honest with myself I was going to miss him and his greatly gifted dick. I had no shame in admitting that even though I did see him just kill a man, either way I will not be staying with a murderer no matter how good the dick is.

These last few week had been amazing. I was used to his random calls and gifts. It's been a while since I have blushed at the mention of one's name. Let alone go to sleep with a smile on my face with the thought of a partícular person running through my mind. But eventually that would all fade and I would go back to my normal life because in no way was I getting involved with a deluded murderer.

I felt him behind me as we slowly walked out the plane. I really wanted to know who he really was, just ending a man's life like that. I patiently waited for him as he exchanged a few words with his sister. I didn't want to do anything out of the norm I couldn't wait to get home. It didn't make sense to me. Even a normal criminal wouldn't do what he just did and all the time I've spent with Sylas taught me one thing. He wasn't stupid.

For the first time the name in black on his jet rang a bell in my head. I felt like puking. I completely froze looking at the name. No regular criminal kills another man so easily and brutally in the open and easily gets away with it. I felt my heart drop to the bottom of my stomach as he joined me on my frozen spot wrapping an arm around my waist. Harman.- Harman. - - Harman. The Harman Mafia. This couldn't possibly be happening.

I've heard about it, of course everyone in German knows about it but no one can actually prove it. One of the biggest mafias in the world and I knew all this thanks to Kutcher, my friend who is a policeman. I've heard about them, I've seen what they leave behind even though they never get punished for their brutal criminal ways. It's not very often that you hear about them because they are at the top but when there were whispers that they were behind the massacres, it's always a brutal frightening scene.

Sylas couldn't possibly be part of the mafia. What are the chances that the man I've been seeing for weeks. The man who makes me blush and shiver just at the sound of his voice. The man who makes my heart beat faster and slower at the same time. The man that I was starting to see a future with, is part of The Harmans.

I refuse to believe it. If he is who I think he is then he is an Original. Of all Harmans out there why did he have to be part of The Harmans. I mean I think I could have took it better if I was dating a man in the mafia but an Original. I would have still been scared and probably ghosted him but with Sylas I now knew the kind of power he has and it was truly frightening.

Why didn't I see anything, when I heard his surname I didn't even think about the notorious famous ruthless mafia. It didn't once cross my mind because what were the odds of actually coming across a person part of the ruthless family in this big country. Even though his surname wasn't very common I just didn't think about it.

I should have seen the way people practically moved out of his way or bowed to him. Now that I think about it I should have noticed the men always wondering around every corner and the intimidating aura should have been my biggest hint but I was blinded. Honestly there is a way that Sylas looks at me that makes me just forget about everything else. I knew he was too good to be true.

Although maybe I'm wrong, maybe he is just a relative and he is not part of the Originals. I've heard about the Originals and I have prayed that I don't ever come across them. Some of the things I've heard about them sounded too evil and brutal to be true but I know they are true, everyone knows they are true. There were only three members in this generation. That's all I knew.

We've all seen the catastrophic deaths they alone leave behind. The thought of only three people leaving behind so much damage was bone chilling. I've always been scared of all this but I was certain that I would never really come across it. Neither have I ever thought I would maybe come across them or their family Mafia, not even in my wildest nightmares. But here I was. Maybe I'm looking into this way too much. Hopefully I'm wrong.

I finally removed my eyes from the bold surname on the plane, my eyes immediately moving to Syals'. He had been patiently waiting for me as I had took my time trying to connect the dots. I could see the amusement in his eyes and the excitement as he looked at me as I tried to figure out everything. The thought of being fearless in front of him immediately vanished at the thought of him being who I think he was.

I gulped shivering at the contact of his hand around my waist. It now felt like it was burning me. I walked with him as he started walking again. I felt like I couldn't speak. I didn't even know what to say. I held back my tears as he led us to the car, waiting for us. I was trying to be strong but I couldn't. I still refused to cry. I have never felt so scared in my entire life, not even when I was almost robbed. The masked man who once held a gun to my throat felt like a better option right now.

I stared at the tinted window in front of us in the limo separating the driver and us. I couldn't wait to get home. I still didn't know what I would do but I just wanted to go home.

"You were saying?"he said.

"Nothing." I squeaked doing everything in my power not to stutter.

"-I don't know where to start." I whispered feeling the burn of the back of my eyes as he avoiding his eyes.

"I know you are a very opinated woman Mäuschen. Speak to me. Go on I know you have questions."

"Sylas why would you so brutally kill that man?"

"You think that was brutal baby?" he asked chuckling. Not answering my question. I was disturbed at the pureness in his eyes at the moment he truly found this amusing. And I was wrong about the big pants because clearly they were made for him. It was his pants that some men were trying to fill but failed miserably.

"Do you work for the German Mafia?" I slowly asked he chuckled bringing me closer to him before easily lifting me up and placing me on his lap. I didn't protest I was holding my breath.

"No." he said making me look up at him not believing my ears. Even though knowing what he did I somehow felt relieved because everyone who worked for the Harman Mafia was a different kind of monster. And the originals made the word monster look like such a kind word. I slowly calmed down knowing he wasn't part of it and I thanked God that he wasn't an Original. I don't know what I would have done. Those were the type of monsters I prayed to never come across.

"Thank God." I whispered.

"Thank God?" he asked confused with a smirk in his face as he looked down at me with his beautiful eyes. He was still a murderer though and that didn't change anything.

"For a second I thought you were part of the Originals." I confessed my racing heart slowing down as I breathed properly again.

"The Originals. You know about the Originals." he asked even though it sounded like a statement. I don't know why he was surprised though because a lot of people knew and were scared of them and a lot thought they were just tales. I on the other hand knew a little more because of Kutcher.

"Yes." I shivered as I thought back to all the cases Kutcher has slipped up about, of course now were non-existent.

"Well this makes things a lot easier."he started as he placed my head on his chest. His steady heart beat calmed me and made me feel as if everything was back to normal. It made me feel as if I wouldn't ghost him after getting out of this car. It made me feel as if the disturbing scene from tonight didn't happen. I sighed knowing that I was hearing his heart beat for the last time.

"Mäuschen you didn't let me finish. I don't work for the German Mafia, I run it and as for the Originals I'm the first born of Harman family, the head of the Originals." he finally said. I could feel his stare on me as I tightened my hold around him. Thinking about everything Kutcher would tell me my whole body started to tremble. I was terrified.

I could feel the involuntary tears race down my cheeks. I moved my head from his chest trying to look at him. Praying he was just joking. My breathing getting heavier. I tried moving away from him.

"Don't." he seriously said as I tried getting off him making me freeze. I felt frozen as I looked at him tears running down my face.

"W-why didn't you tell me?" I barely let out. Needing to say something, I couldn't hold his gaze. I didn't want to be so close to him either.

"It wouldn't have changed anything. You would be mine either way. "he said seriously pecking my trembling lips before laying me back on his chest. I was so scared of moving, I knew the kind of man he was, and I didn't want to do anything to piss him off. I still wanted to live and I was so scared for my family. I knew how ruthless Sylas truly was from the dissappeared files on the Originals.

Of all the men out there in the world I just had to cross paths with a Harman. An Original at that. At this moment everything was black. I didn't know what I would do or who I would run to simply because there was nothing to do and no one to run to. At this moment I wanted to tell myself that I wouldn't go down without a fight but I knew that this wouldn't be a fight, it would be a massacre if I even dared challenge him.



I groaned at the headache I was feeling. I looked around recognizing my surroundings. I was at home. I honestly don't remember how I even got here. I don't remember half of the fifteen minutes I promised myself last night. I was still in my dress so that was a good sign. I slowly stood up heading to the bathroom to get some pills for my hangover.

At least my arm didn't hurt that much. I frowned at it noticing a new bandage, it looked like it went through the hands of a professional judging from my before skills. The pain wasn't as bad as before anymore. I wonder what happened yesterday. Everytime I tried to remember my head would get worse. It already hurt enough so I stopped trying. I looked at the time on the clock on the wall as I made my way to the bathroom.

I opened the drawer sloppily going through everything looking for the pills. One thing I still remembered though was that I had to see Sylas today. I didn't have a choice. I had to get myself ready. I knew I would probably pass out half way speaking to him because I know he wasn't done. I know he hasn't even started punishing me for leaving him. That man was beyond twisted.

I felt fresh hot tears rushing down my face as I grabbed the bottle of pills. I honestly don't know where I went wrong. I looked at the mirror in front of me finally looking at my reflection. One thing I loved that my mother gave me was my dark skin, growing up she was the most beautiful woman I've ever seen she still was. My father was brown skinned, the way he worshipped my mother was magical to me. Growing up I thought I lived in a fairy tale, I thought my dad was one of those fairytale Kings and my mom was his Queen and of course I was the princess.

A tear ran down my face at the thought of Sylas. He used to worship the ground that I walked on, he still did. He was just too fucked up for me. I think that was one of the things that made me quickly fall for him so quickly. He reminded me of what the small princess in me wanted well as my mom would always say correcting me when I would call myself a princess. A queen. I loved it when she would call me that. Her little queen. - wanted to always have growing up.

But as I look at the mirror now I no longer saw my mother's queen. I've been through so much. My dark skin looked pale and my thick lips that Sylas has always been obsessed with were dry, but to my surprise my eyes were not swollen. I had a bonnet over my hair making me furrow my brow, I honestly had no idea what happened last night.

What caught all of my attention was the note stuck to my forehead. I gently took it off after struggling a bit not being used to using my right hand.

I'm glad you finally took my advice. - Jane.
P. S we will speak about that hand later.

What scared me was the little tongue she took time to draw next to advice. I crumbled the paper looking at myself in the mirror trying to remember yesterday. I don't remember being anywhere near Jane. As I was about to turn around to get water for my pills I froze. I leaned closer to the mirror not believing my eyes. The huge hickey on my neck made me my legs tremble. I felt as if all the air had left my body.

I moved away from the mirror refusing to believe my eyes. I could feel my heart race, my hand get sweaty, my breathing getting heavy. I tried telling myself to calm down but I couldn't. Even though I couldn't remember most of last night I knew I wasn't anywhere near Sylas and he is the only one allowed to touch me in any sexual kind of way, my life was on that. He was definitely going to cut something off.

I completely blamed myself for this. There was no one else to blame. I just wanted to numb the pain. I just wanted to go out for a few hours to forget because I knew the worst was coming when we get to his country. I knew if I stayed any longer in my apartment yesterday I woud have probably tried killing myself and that the punishment would be unimaginable.

I couldn't calm myself down no matter how much I tried to. My eyes involuntarily moved to the mirror yet again my brain really registering what was to come. I felt dizzy. I didn't care about the tears flowing down my cheeks at this moment. I knew I had only a few minutes before one of Sylas' men came to get me. The world started spinning at the thought of Sylas seeing the hickey on my neck as my body dropped on the bathroom floor and everything went black.

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