Chapter 2

Atasha's POV

Confusion was written on my face when some random woman entered the room.

"Hi," she greeted me with her lively voice but I didn't bother to greet her back. She is wearing a black leather jacket and I must admit that she is undeniably gorgeous. Her red hair made her look sexy and it heightened her features.

"I'm Veronica Reeve," she introduced herself.

"I brought you clothes," she uttered then raised the paper bag that she is holding.

"T-Thank you," I responded then swallowed hard when she slowly walked towards my bed.

"Don't worry I'm harmless," she uttered with a soft chuckle. Veronica sat on the edge of my bed and then put the paper bags down.

"Conrad must have scared you, that asshole," she uttered then gave me a genuine smile. Veronica looks friendly and her aura screams warmth but I can't trust her because she is just like Conrad.

"Can you help me?" I asked hopeful that maybe she will help me escape this hell.

Veronica just let out a soft laugh.

"You can't escape Atasha. This will be your new life whether you like it or not," she responded as if she can read my mind.

"You know me?" I asked with curiosity laced in my voice.

"Everyone in the organization knows about your existence," she uttered which made my forehead crease. They keep on mentioning the word 'organization' but up until now, I am still clueless about it.

"What organization?" I asked.

"The organization built by Sawyer's and Quinn's," my eyebrows furrowed upon hearing my family's surname.

"Quinn is just a simple citizen you must be mistaken Veronica," I kept on insisting even though her words makes sense.

"Quinn's are one of the most popular clans in Europe Atasha. Your father must have hidden it from you but your clan owns the biggest gun industry in Europe. To maintain your power and to help your business grow even more Quinn decided to build an organization along with the Sawyer who shared the same desire." she explained.

"How can I get out?" I asked because maybe there is another way to escape.

"Death," Veronica responded without any hesitation then after that she stood up and looked at me intently.

"Nice meeting you Atasha, welcome to hell," she added then after that she stepped out of the room and leave me alone.

I let out a deep breath and then played with my fingers. I can't come up with any plan. I want to call my friends but I don't have a phone with me right now besides I am afraid that if they get involved their life will be put at risk.

I lay on the bed when I felt like my head is about to explode. I covered myself with a blanket and then forced myself to sleep without even cleaning myself.

I don't know how long I had been asleep but I woke up with a heavy head. Maybe because of too much crying yesterday. I get out of my bed and then stepped out of the room.

"Shit I have an important operation," I cursed when I remember that I have a scheduled brain surgery this week and I have to run different examinations for my patient.

I immediately roam the whole place to find Conrad and upon reaching the kitchen his broad back welcomed me.

I saw large scars behind his back. Some were from bullets some were from the knives cut.

"You need anything?" he asked without even looking at me. He is busy cooking something and didn't even bother to give me his attention.

"I need to go to work," I told him but he didn't answer.

"I need my life back!" I firmly uttered but still no response.

"I need to see my father! I needed to go to work!" I told him but he ignored me like he always does.

"Do you think I will allow you to control me? I will escape this fucking hell!" I shouted but it looks like I am talking to a stone because he didn't even bother to utter a single word.

"We will attend a party at 7 pm, Veronica will help you pick your dress," he uttered completely ignoring what I am saying.

"I won't attend. I refuse to attend," I responded firmly. Conrad turned around and when I saw his cold gazes my body froze in place and fear crept into my system again.

"You don't have any choice," he responded then walked passed by me and started fixing the table.

When my eyes landed on the kitchen knives I took the chance to take one and placed it a few inches from my neck.

"I'll kill myself then," I threatened with my hands shaking. I felt the cold knife touching my neck and after a while, I felt the knife slowly digging into my skin but not enough to cut the veins.

Conrad faced me then his eyes landed on the knife that I am holding. I stepped backward when he started walking towards me after a while I felt my back touching the edge of the kitchen counter.

I breathed heavily when Conrad held my hand that holds the sharp knife.

"How deep do you plan to cut yourself?" he asked then I felt him putting pressure on my hand which caused the knife to dig even deeper.

Tears fell from my eyes when I felt the sting but I tried to act bravely. After a while, my hold loosened when I can no longer stand the pain.

Conrad let go of my hand when he felt my hand loosens and after that, the knife fell on the floor. I felt blood dripping down my neck so I immediately covered it with my hand and put some pressure to stop the bleeding.

"You are evil," I firmly uttered while giving him a death glare.

"That is why you shouldn't provoke me," he responded and fought the intensity of the stare that I am giving.

I breathed heavily then closed my fists tightly without taking my eyes off of him.

"If you behave I might consider letting you go back to your work," he spoke.

"Can I visit my father as well?" I asked. Conrad stared at my face then after a while he responded.

"I will think about that," he responded. I gritted my teeth and I was about to walk out when Veronica stepped inside the kitchen.

"Whoa, what is happening here?" she asked then looked at me and Conrad. When her eyes landed on my neck she held my hand and forcefully removed it from my neck.

"You're bleeding," she uttered but she didn't look shocked at all as if she is already used to seeing blood well what would I expect to a Mafia? Killing is not a big deal to them.

"Shit!" I cursed when Veronica pressed my wound.

"It's not a deep cut," she announced. I looked at her and glare but she didn't care at all.

She walked towards Conrad's cabinet and took out a first aid kit.

"I'll clean your wound," she offered.

"I'm a doctor I can handle myself," I rudely responded. Veronica shrugged her shoulder and then handed the first aid kid to me.

"I'm sorry for offending you Dr. Quinn," she responded with sarcasm. I forcefully took the first aid kit in her hand.

"Your fiancé is a tough cookie," she commented but I ignored her and proceeded on walking towards the living room.

I sat on the couch and then opened the kit. I took out the cotton and alcohol to clean my wounds. I bit my lower lip when it started to sting. I took deep breaths and then continued cleaning my wounds.

I can't see my wounds so I am not sure if I have cleaned all parts. I am about to put some bandages when someone took the cotton on my hands.

Upon looking at the person's face I saw Conrad. He sat beside me then held my chin and raised it to see my wound.

He started pressing the cotton with alcohol on my wound which made me whimper in pain.

"Ouch," I complained when he pressed it too hard.

After a while, I felt him blowing hot air on it which made my heart beat erratically. I swallowed hard when he continued blowing air while pressing the cotton on my wounds.

I closed my fists tightly to fight the tension that I am feeling.

After a while, he covered my cut with the bandage, and when he is done he let go of my chin.

When our face level I held my breath because one wrong move and our lips would touch. I swallowed hard when I felt his hot breathing.

I looked at his dark eyes and he did the same. We are staring at each other intensely.

"Breakfast is ready!" I heard Veronica's shout so I used that as a chance to push Conrad away. I immediately stood up and then walked towards the kitchen.

I heard Conrad's footsteps following me but I ignored him and decided to sit at the dining table. I whispered a curse when he sat across me.

Veronica started placing the food on the table but in my peripheral vision, I can feel Conrad's stare as if he is reading my soul.

I felt uncomfortable with the way he looks but I can't do anything about it.

"You're not that bad Atasha," he uttered so I raised my head with a creased forehead and when our eyes met he smiled for the first time since I met him, he smiled not in an evil way but a genuine smile.