A Force Love Contract With GANG LEADER

The car bumped into a stone column, which marked the boundary of private land. The head of the car was arched inward, and the headlight on the left was broken.

The forceful and sonorous music was still on.

Tristan put his head on the steering wheel for a long time without moving.

After he didn’t know how long, he heard police sirens.

It was dark in the night, and neither her cell phone nor the phone in the living room had ever rung. Kate was haunted by anxiety and bad presentiment, but she could do nothing. Finally, she had to go to bed. She fell asleep in exhaustion only after the day started to break.

She didn’t know how long she had slept when she was woken up by thunderbolts. It was dark outside, and heavy rain pounded on the windows.

She wondered if the sky also felt sad.

She grabbed her cell phone, and there wasn’t any message. And the time showed 21:00. She slept for a whole day!

The rain outside made it feel quieter inside the house.

And it also made it lonely.

Kate walked out of the bedroom. When she passed the study, she was suddenly alert. She seemed to detect the smell of smoke and heard something from the door.

She pushed the door open. It was pitch dark inside, but the smoke smell was heavy. There seemed to be a shadow by the couch, and a spark flickered.

She put one hand to her mouth and waved away the smoke. She pushed the door wide open and reached for the switch of the lights when she heard someone say, “Don’t turn the lights on.”

The voice was husky and a little unfamiliar.

Kate stood by the door, not knowing if she should walk in or retreat. Then she heard him say, “Come here.”

It was ordered as usual, but it sounded less like an order than like pleading.

She walked over, and as soon as she got close, she was grabbed by the wrist. She was pulled forward, and forceful arms grasped her waist. His face leaned against her belly, tyrannically but also reliantly.

“I have no home now.” Smoke and alcohol had made his voice harsh and aged. The tone was desperate. “Give me a home.”

Kate’s heart seized.

Not hearing an answer for quite a long pause, Tristan raised his face and called, “Kate…”

She finally found her voice, “Don’t smoke anymore. It is bad for your health.”

He extinguished his cigarette and flipped away from the ashes on his lap. “Okay. I won’t smoke.”

And he leaned his face against her belly again.

She had seen many sides of him, cruel and cold at the very beginning, gentle and hypocritical the second time they met, indifferent and unpredictable very often. And this time, it was the first time she saw him as fragile and helpless as a child.

“Where had you been these past two days?”

Tristan didn’t reply.

As she no longer expected him to answer, he said in a low voice, “Nowhere. I just stayed in the car for two days…”

And he had been to the police station once, and after being recognized, he was almost sent to the hospital.

Kate thought of words her grandmother had always said. One has a family at 70 years old and a mom at 80 years old. She didn’t understand it until she saw her taciturn father howl when her grandmother had died. She didn’t know how to comfort her father.

The sorrow couldn’t be talked away. Only time could pacify and dilute it.

Kate’s hand sought Tristan’s head and stroked his hair, which was softer than usual. She combed it with her fingers and said, “You might feel better if you cry.”

He shook his head, “Can’t cry.”

To prove he was telling the truth, he led her fingers to the corners of his eyes, and it was dry, without any moisture.

Then he took her hand to his mouth and kissed the back of it softly.

Then he felt that the kiss wasn’t enough. So he pulled her to sit on his legs, and his mouth sought her lips.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

His kiss carried the smell of alcohol and cigarettes, and with heat and tyranny. What scared Kate most was his face with messy and scratchy stubble. She reached her hand to touch his chin and found it stung.

Her hand lingered there for a while, as it was unfamiliar.

Suddenly the room was lit up by lightning that crashed across the window. And a series of thunderbolts followed. The sky looked like it was being torn into two.

Kate jerked out of fear and clung to Tristan’s waist out of instinct.

And it was like she had pressed some critical button on a machine or as if she lit up a pile of dry logs.

The body she clung to jerked back, and then all of a sudden, she was pressed down on the couch, accompanied by a cry.

The man on top of her wasn’t a man anymore. He was a leopard who had just lost its parents and had nowhere to vent its sorrow. Its eyes were dark and shining a little red.

She was the prey under its claws.

After a short moment of stalemate, he didn’t reach his teeth to her throat. Instead, his fingers went through the clothes, followed the route he was familiar with into her body.

It was rude and a little painful.

Strangely, after a short moment of panic, she didn’t resist much. She spread her legs wider slightly to reduce the pain for herself or obstacles for him. Probably subconsciously, she also needed to vent her feelings, and there was no other way except these most primitive means.