Chapter Seven - Killian

I find myself glued to the CCTV monitors in her room.

She had been sleeping for hours, and I was beginning to worry that my men had given her too much of the sedation when she finally began to move. 

I can't help myself as I watch her come around and stagger to the bathroom, and I'm glad I can't hear her as I know she is being sick. The sedation we used has nausea as a side effect, and I can only wait until she returns to bed, but does not get into it. She stands for a few minutes, gazing around the room, assessing her situation, until she notices the balcony door. I am stunned by what she does next and even laugh out loud when she ends up on her ass as the chain around her waist pulls her up short. Even the look on her face was funny, and the men in my security room chuckled just as loudly. 

The laughter dies on our lips as we watch her fight the chain until her hands are bleeding and her waist is bruised so badly that it is also bleeding. It is only when she collapses onto her knees, sobbing hysterically, that my men turn to me in shock.

'What the fuck did we just witness?'

Cormack asks with his eyes wide open and shaking his head as I leave the security room and her for her room. When I reach her, she is virtually unconscious as I scoop her into my arms and lay her back on the bed. I'm surprised when she does not open her eyes, but I quickly move the chain and assess the damage.

'Fuck.'

I grit my teeth and then head into the bathroom and grab the first aid kit. She still does not open her eyes as I clean her hands and waist and wrap them in bandages, then I tuck her into the bed and leave the room. 

I head back to the security room and find that I am sitting in front of the screens watching her again as she sleeps for a couple of hours, then wakes up and stares at the Advil I left her, then reacts so violently she falls off the bed.

'What the fuck?'

This time, it's Liam who turns to look at me, eyes wide at her wild behaviour.

'Fucking hell, she is not what I expected.'

I groan and shake my head and then pull myself up.

'Why did I think that the spoiled Princess of the Bratva Pakhan would be a placid prisoner?'

I frown and push away from the monitor when I see the woman has managed to manoeuvre herself back onto the bed.

'She will sort herself out.'

I think and head for my office to get stuck into the mountain of paperwork on my desk. I force myself to stay away from the security room and concentrate on my MC.

Two days later, Conner comes into my office, followed by his twin, Callum.

'Pres, think you should see this.'

He says his eyes are full of worry, and I'm surprised to see it reflected in Callum's as well.

A sense of unease settles on my shoulders as I get to my feet to follow them.

'What the fuck is going on?'

I ask them, but they head for the security room and point at the screens. The woman is curled on the bed, unmoving, and I frown at the twins.

'What's wrong?'

I asked, puzzled, and Callum turned to look at me.

' Pres, look at the tray.'

I notice the small table near the door and see the tray full of untouched food.

'She's not hungry today?'

I say my eyes are going from one to the other.

'No, Pres, you don't get it. The damn woman hasn't eaten or drunk a thing since you put her in there.'

Conner said worriedly, running his hand over his face, and both twins stared at the screen as if it would answer their questions.

'Why am I only just learning this now?'

I demand, pushing them out of the way as I head for the room in long strides, turning the key in her door and swinging it open, to find her barely conscious on the bed.

'Jeez, what the fuck are you playing at?'

I snap, scooping her up and shaking her until she opens her eyes.

'What's wrong with you? I thought you would have more backbone.'

She comes to life slowly, clearly weak from lack of food, but then her eyes flash and turn to a brilliant jade.

'Take your fucking hands off me, you animal.'

Her hands come to my chest, and she shoves, but she's not strong enough to move me.

'I did not think you would break so easily. I thought the Bratva were made from sterner stuff.'

I sneer, provoking her deliberately, and she takes the bait, managing to pull away from me and then shocking me when her hand snaps back and slaps me across the face.

'You are exactly what they warned me about.'

 She's on her feet, but they don't support her, and I have to reach out and catch her before she falls.

'Hey, steady there, beautiful.'

I can't help but grin at the little spitfire in my arms, and it feels so fucking good, so right. She fits perfectly, but I close my mind to those thoughts and toss her back onto the bed.

Leaning down, I grab her delicate chin and bring her eyes up to meet mine.

'If you don't start eating your food, girlie, then I am going to come in here every meal and fucking feed you, do you understand me?

Those stunning eyes flash, but she's not strong enough to fight me, and she knows it, so she bows her head in a slight nod.