chapter 5

Angelina

I stood there staring at the walls; my brain was still processing what had happened. I have never let any man enter my personal space till now. Of course, I've had crushed in the past but I remember never being so dumbstruck in front of a guy I just met.

I should have slapped him for just walking in while I was naked but my mind and my body betrayed me. Instead of pushing me away, I let him hold me against me. It was like my body liked his touch, his minty breath, and mostly his piercing blue eyes. The way those beautiful pair of eyes stared at me, eyeing me up and down, I felt myself trembling under the intense gaze. My mind started coming up with all the excuses for my inappropriate behavior, maybe it was his looks. Yes, it was only because he was handsome and sexy or maybe it was because I liked his tense, hard muscles, the way his lips were almost there too—

Oh god, Angel! Get a grip!! Stupid girl, stupid hormones, I scolded myself.

Not soon did I feel my stomach churning in hunger. After I was done dressing up, I opened the door and walked downstairs.

When I entered the living room I saw the same guy talking over the phone.

"Yeah, good. Well done, Draven." He appreciated and then listened to the other side and nodded knowingly,

"Yes, she's awake." It's about me? Is he talking about me? "Yes, you can meet her once you get here." He said racking his hand over his hair.

"Bring him in the basement and keep everything ready." He said sternly. "I'll personally deal with this matter. " And hung up. Basement? Deal with him? What's he going to do with the guy?

I stood there waiting for him to acknowledge my presence but when he didn't I cleared my throat awkwardly. His eyes snapped at me and the man I saw upstairs has vanished from demeanor.

"Uh—well—I –"

"Go get some food; your stomach been empty for two days." he interrupted gruffly.

"What?" my voice rising, "I was gone for two days?" I exclaimed, "My mom is going to kill me now. Oh god! I'm so dead! I need to go home this instant before she—"

"First eat. We will talk about it later. Come let's feed your stomach." He cut me in again.

"Okay." I nodded stubbornly.

I followed him to his kitchen where he made me sit on the chair and one of his servants started making a sandwich.

I wanted to open my mouth to protest because I wasn't sure about eating in someone else's house but after I saw him staring at me with a hard gaze, I sighed and lowered my eyes to my plate. It was the right thing to do because as soon as I chewed on the first bite of the sandwich, my stomach instantly grumbled with the lack of food. The sandwich was delicious, I moaned at the taste.

As soon as the sound escaped my mouth, I snapped my eyes open to the guy sitting across the table. He didn't hear it because his attention was focused on his phone as he kept scrolling through stuff. After I was done with the sandwich, I moved my plate over and then started eating pancakes.

And then again, I moaned at the taste.

"Stop making such noises." His hard voice made me stop chewing the food and I gulped down nervously.

"Thank you for the breakfast," I said after I cleaned the plate, " and for my saving my life."

He snapped his gaze at me at my words and nodded simply. I waited for a few minutes to let him speak but he kept typing on his phone. So I decided to take my leave.

"Well now I am fine, well-fed so I shall take my leave, thank you once again," I said and got up from my seat. As soon as the words left my mouth he moved his gaze on me and replied with a sinister smile,

"Where do you think you're going, love?"

"Home," I stated the obvious.

"This is where you belong my love and you might start considering this as your residency."

What?

"What do you mean I can't go home? I need to go. Thanks for saving me but now I am absolutely fine so let me leave." I stood up and spoke, anger leaking from my words.

"I think I made myself clear, Angelina." His tone got serious.

"Are you insane? This is not my home. I have to go home .you have no right to keep me here." I replied harshly and strode off,

"I don't need your permission to leave."

Within seconds he was in front of me, his eyes filled with anger.

"Enough!" He yelled.

I flinched at his voice and staggered back. He marched to where I stood and pinned me with his arm on either side of the table.

"Two things," he said leaning in, "One-never again tries to raise your voice while speaking to me or even try to disrespect me or my word. And second and the most important you are not going anywhere, not today, not tomorrow, or ever." He said gritting his teeth, his voice was dark with danger.

My face paled at his words and my heartbeats quickened in fear. No, this isn't happening. This can't be true. He can't do this.

"You mean I am—" I stuttered at my words, "—you have—"

"Kidnap?" he asked smiling at my frightened state,

"Yes love, I have kidnapped you."

"I'll call the police and get you behind the bars," I said with the slight hope that it will affect him but he just rolled his eyes.

"Go ahead and do it." He challenged and then motioned towards the table where his phone was lying. I was scared, frightened, and terrified but I was more angry, furious at this man standing in front of me. In a rage, I did something which I shouldn't have done.

I slapped him hard across the face.

He clenched his jaw and I saw his muscles hardening in anger. He moved his eyes on me and I felt my palms sweating at the blazing look he had in his eyes, his hands balled in fists by his sides and he took in large breaths staring at me. His feet moved towards me and before I knew it, he had thrown me over his shoulder and started walking.

I started struggling in his hold and kept beating his back and shouting not soon did I feel a sting on my ass. This bastard just smacked my butt.

He walked us both into the room and threw me on the bed and within seconds towered me. I whimpered in fear at the thought of him hurting me and my eyes brimmed with tears.

He leaned closer until his face was inches away from mine. The closet incident flashed in the back of my mind, but this time those lustful eyes were replaced with rage and anger.

"Next time you raise your hand on me," he began dreadfully, "I'll fuck you so hard and so rough that you'll be sore for weeks," I shivered in fear at the underlying threatening tone in his cold voice,

"I'll fuck your mouth hard so that you'll feel my dick inside it every time you open it to speak. And this is the first and last time I am warning you. There isn't going to be the next time." He said in a low but very very stern voice. I was lost for words. I kept staring at him with tear-stained eyes.

"Am I clear, love?" He asked me.6

I nodded weakly.

"Lost your voice? I want to hear you say it." He said raising his voice a bit.

"Y—yes," I stuttered.

"Good." He leaned in and kissed the corner of my mouth and then walked out.

I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind processing everything because my brain was not ready to accept the fact that I was kidnapped by the man who had saved me.

This isn't real. I must be dreaming and so I pinched myself. But nothing happened. I didn't wake up, the surroundings around me did not change, and I did not move.

Oh, my holy god!

I am kidnapped.

Mom would be so worried about me; that I might not see her again. Tears stained my face and I let them fall. Mom would be so tense. My mind imagined all the worst scenarios I was going to face. Not wanting to face the reality, I shook terribly and started sobbing.

•••••

My eyes blinked open when I heard a distant knocking. I shifted over and checked the time; I had slept for 2 hours. Just then there was another knock on the door. A man walked in with a tray in his hands. He stood next to my bed and spoke,

"Miss, Mr. Parker told you to finish this."

I nodded, "You can keep it there." he did as I said and then left.

My eyes moved over to the table and saw my favorite pizza covered with extra cheese, but I wasn't going to eat. I had lost my appetite. For the entire day, I kept crying and sobbing around. I did not eat anything. My eyes were swollen, my hair was out of order and I was in mess.

At around nine, I heard the doorknob twisting and the same servant walked in and stood next to the door. I didn't have any energy left to order him to leave me alone so I sat there silently, letting him speak.

"Mr. Parker has called you downstairs for dinner." He said.

I clenched my jaw at his name and replied harshly, "Tell him I am not hungry."

"He made it clear to warn you to follow his instruction." He informed me.

My blood boiled in anger at his words.

"Tell that bastard to eat his dinner alone because I have lost my appetite. And tell him to take his warning and shove it up."I yelled so that my voice could reach downstairs.

"Ma'am, please w-e aren't allowed to disobey his orders, y-ou have to come. Mr. Parker won't be happy with your reply. Please y-" the man was interrupted with a stern cold voice.

"It's okay, Robert, you may go. Just send the food to the room within fifteen minutes." He said glaring at me all the while.

The servant nodded and hurried outside the room leaving me with my abductor. He walked in and closed the door behind him.

Angelina, get ready to die.

"I thought I had made myself clear in the morning." He said as he walked toward me.

"I told you not to disobey me."

I backed away from the bed until my head reach the headboard.

"Why do you like disrespecting me every time?" he asked pressing his knees on the bed and leaning in,

"Do you have any idea about who I am?"

I shook my head.

"Speak."

"N-no." I shook my head, wiping the tears off.

"Does the name Danzel Parker ring any bell?"

I thought for a while.

Danzel Parker.

When he sensed my expression, he unlocked his phone and opened something, and showed it to me. I stared at the screen, my eyebrows creasing in confusion when I saw a picture of a page that had several names are written on it and the heading—MISSING PEOPLE OVER TWO YEARS.

I looked up at him.

"Do you know why the cops cannot find these people?" he asked me. I didn't answer him and kept staring. He did not move but let me guess and then it clicked--

Oh my god!

"You killed— them." I stuttered.

He smirked and said amusingly, "Now you can imagine what I can do with you, right? So my little love, you see, I can crush you within my fingers and no one would ever know. If I wish, I can fuck you now at this instant and no one will be at your mercy.

" He said and then his voice and eyes turned hard, "So I am warning last time, don't test my patience. I am already having a hard time keeping cool and you are being fucking impossible. So next time think before opening your smart mouth, alright?"

"Y-es". Tears were flowing by this time. "You are in the mafia?" I found myself stumbling out.

"You could say that." He shrugged.

"You mean to say that, I am—"Words couldn't help me.

"Yes my love, you're right—" He continued and my face paled, tears broke free from my eyes at his words,

Yes now you belong to me my angel.