15

"You b*tches thought you were smart, huh?" Marco smirked as he leaned against one of the five cars that blocked the entrance of the subway station.

I scowled and glowered at the cocky bastard.

Ugh, of all the people under Lorenzo, it had to be the cockroach that found us. Couldn't any other person be smart enough to discover our moves? How dumb were the others if he was the only one that could trace us?

"Why did it have to be Marco?" Clara hissed, clicking her tongue. Good to know she was just as pissed as I was.

"Should we make a run for it?" She whispered.

"No. They would catch us, and I don't want to give him the thrill of us being the prey and he being the hunter. I'm sure he would jerk off to that." I mumbled.

"What are you two b*tching about? Hope you aren't planning to run because I'm going to have one helluva time hunting you down. If you beg, I can give you a head start." He grinned, and I almost rolled my eyes.

Like I was going to waste my time playing his stupid game.

"Don't worry; we aren't. You've caught us. Yay you." I shrugged as Clara and I walked towards him.

"You're just going to give up so easily? You're not fighting back?" He frowned, and I shared a confused look with her.

"No? You've already caught us, haven't you? What's the point?" I replied as I yanked off my wig.

"So you're going to give up like a p*ssy? Aren't you going to cry and throw a tantrum that I found you? I'm sure you wish that I wasn't the one who caught you." He scowled and bit my inner cheek, stifling a laugh.

Oh, so that was where he was going. He was trying to get a reaction out of me. Poor wittle man-child. If it was a reaction he wanted—

Clara pinched my arm, as if reading the thought in my head and wanting me to bury it.

But how could I say no to such a beautiful temptation?

"No. I'm too tired anyway. Can we go home now? I want to sleep." I faked a yawn as I reached out to the car door, but he grabbed my wrist.

"You know the boss is going to reward me for finding you. It should hurt that your stupid plan not only failed but also made me look good in front of him." He hissed, tightening his grip, but I didn't flinch.

"No, not really." I shrugged, and my lips curled to a dazzling smile. "I'm a firm believer that if you work hard, you should be rewarded, and I'm sure you did to stop us, so why shouldn't you? I hope Lorenzo is very proud of you and gives you more than you expected. You did a good job, Marco. Well done."

"F*ck you, b*tch." He snarled, grabbing my neck as he slammed me against the car.

"Stop! Stop!" Clara yelled as I struggled to breathe, and I crawled at his hands squeezing tighter despite all the protests.

The world around me started blurring as I quickly began to slip into unconsciousness, but before I blacked out, the hands were gone as suddenly as they came.

"Gwen!" Clara cried as I slumped to the ground. "Are you ok? Do we need to get a doctor? Please be fine! I won't forgive myself if something happens to you."

"I'm... I'm fine." I panted, rubbing my aching neck as my vision slowly cleared.

"F*ck you, b*tch! If the boss doesn't kill you, I f*cking will. I'll make sure you suffer before sending you to where b*tches like you go." Marco roared, struggling against the other guys that had pinned him down.

Sh*t, I almost died. That f*cking bastard almost killed. He was going to pay.

~•~•~•~•~

"You two disappoint me. This is even worse than the previous one. It’s completely underwhelming. How did you think I wouldn't expect you to escape when I wasn't around? I thought you were smarter than that." Lorenzo shook his head as he leaned into his chair. He stared at us like we were unruly children, and I twisted my lips.

He didn’t have to put it like that and make us look dumber than we already felt.

"If this is how dumb your plans are going to be, then I overestimated your ability. I can't believe I wasted my time upgrading my security system." He scoffed.

"Aww, you upgraded your security system because of us? I'm flattered that you think so highly of us." I cooed and batted my lashes. "Feel free to downgrade it because we didn't meet your expectations. It would make it easier for us."

"I'm sure if I left the door wide open, you still wouldn't escape. It's almost pitiable." He snorted and poured himself a bit of whisky. "You can leave now, Clara. I need to speak to Gwen alone."

Clara stiffened beside me, her eyes flickering from me to him, and I patted her hand.

"I'll be fine. I'm sure he wants to tell me what scary punishment I have. I'll be out of here in no time." I said softly.

"That still isn't reassuring." She muttered.

"Clara," Lorenzo said, eyeing her, and she gulped.

"I'll be waiting for you in your room." She said and scurried out of the study.

"So what's it this time? Are you going to take away my laptop?" I asked as I planted my hand on my waist.

"It won't be a punishment if it doesn't hurt you," he said as he stood up from his chair and stalked towards me.

"So what do you have in mind? Could you say it quickly? I have an eight am class tomorrow, which is already today. I need my beauty sleep." I stifled a yawn.

"I have a lot of things in mind. In fact, I’m having a hard time choosing which would hurt you the most and satisfy me." He smirked; his piercing gaze roamed my body as he circled me like I was prey. And my skin warmed at the attention.

"Sadist." I huffed, and he snorted.

"I'm a Don; of course I'm a sadist." Lorenzo stopped in front of me. He held my jaw and tilted my head up. "Aren't you a pretty little thing? I'm sure you've got a lot of attention from guys."

My face turned hot as his words, and I almost face palmed.

I needed to pull it together; I couldn't be blushing at a simple compliment.

Yes, I was pretty, and I had gotten a bit of attention from guys, but hearing him say that made the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

"So does this punishment of yours involve flattering my beauty? Or have I made you so awestruck by my glowing look that you've forgotten it?" I grinned, throwing my arms around his neck and surprise flashed in his eyes.

"It seems modesty isn't one of your defining traits." He chuckled and he placed his other hand on the small of my back. A small gasp left my lips as he pressed my body against his, and his smirk widened.

"Do you want me to blush and shyly twirl my hair while I mumble thank you? Would it make me more appealing to you?" I snickered.

"No, I prefer you like this. Bold and confident. It's sexy." He drawled, and I bit back my smile. "It's exactly what I want in an escort."