CHAPTER 6

SLOANE. 

It's been two days. 

Two days living under the enemy's roof. 

I passed out in his office as a result of the excessive bleeding, and I woke up in this room chained to the king-size bed like an animal. 

I changed my mind, I do not hate Chase. 

I loathe him with my life. 

If he thinks he can break me like this then he is stupid, I glowered at the camera on the ceiling flipping my middle finger from where my wrists were chained to the headboard. 

I don't know who changed my clothes but whoever did is really asking for it. They dressed me up in a long pink silk gown like a doll waiting for its master. 

I would rather eat shit than let him touch me. 

What was Father thinking when he accepted this stupid deal? 

He should have known it's because the bastard had other things in mind, who wouldn't know that everyone knows we hate each other! And our vendetta had nothing to do with the family disputes over territories,  it was more than that and he wants revenge for his brother. That's why he has been sending assassins after me for years now, each deadlier than the last, the last time I barely survived because it was a sniper. 

If I hadn't called Javier for help, maybe I would be dead now. It was more aggravating that he didn't want to do the job himself, because he thought I was too insignificant for him to waste his precious time coming after me to kill me by himself.

After he killed Dorothy and Claire, I tried taking Eloise and Brenda out of the country but he got to them first. I remember those mornings vividly, the night before I'm plagued by nightmares of my friends strapped to a table while they are tortured and I'm forced to watch without doing anything to help. Then in the morning, I get a piece of their bodies mailed to me in a gift box with a bouquet of black roses. 

I dedicated my life to finding out what he cared about most after that but I couldn't find anything, his warehouses are heavily guarded to a fault and I couldn't get any access, it would be a suicide mission. 

And now... 

He has me in his house. If someone told me this would happen a few days ago I would have laughed in their face and maybe blown their brains off if I was in a bad mood. I should have learned how to pick locks. The sound of the metal clanking every time I moved was pissing me off. 

He is trying to degrade me by putting me in chains like this, too bad I'm an expert in mind games because my father is a master in that field. 

The door opened and a pale stoic-looking woman walked in carrying a tray with her and I recognized her as the one who patched me up. 

"Chains are a discomfort to a patient still recuperating" I voiced out, my voice sounding rough due to lack of water and food. 

She didn't answer me as she sat close to me on the large bed and started checking my stitches. She opened a bottle of water after that and made me drink from it. 

I didn't know if it was poisoned but I don't want to remain thirsty, I would choose death over being Mrs Sokolov anytime, any day. 

I thought of strangling her with my legs but I have a rule: I don't kill innocent people, especially women. I wouldn't mind if it were a man and this woman has been taking care of me these past few days cleaning me up and giving me water. 

I wouldn't be comfortable if a man was doing that, I won't even think twice before snapping his neck. 

My hands were chained but my legs are free and trust me there are many ways to kill with your legs, the easiest is strangulation. 

"Thank you" I muttered as her empty gaze scrutinized my face, then she did something shocking. 

She brought out a key from the pocket of her long skirt and I watched as she unlocked the chains. 

"The masters sent for you downstairs" She informed in a robotic tone and I furrowed my brows. 

Is she a captive here? 

She stood up and carried the tray then waited. I realized she was waiting for me and I got out of bed. My legs roared in pain but I was used to the pain. 

I walked like I would if my legs weren't currently bandaged, ignoring the pain, she led the way and I used the opportunity to study my surroundings. Not that I pay too much attention to that but I need to find a way out. 

The hallway was long and I recognized the door to his study and I saw other doors, but I doubt there will be an escape route behind any of these doors. 

We rounded a corner and I blinked at the long spiral staircases, she looked at me and pursed her lips. 

"Don't bother" I said when she moved to help, if there is one thing I hate apart from Chase Sokolov and pickles, it's pity. 

At first, I acted tough but I started relying on the railings when I got to the middle, then I heard male voices from under and when we got to the bottom I started faking my usual steps again. 

When we got down I lifted my gaze and met with numerous pairs of eyes, they had stopped talking and gawked at me like idiots. 

Then my eyes met with the guy from the basement, he was dressed in corporate wear sitting next to him was the devil himself, also dressed in a suit but without his jacket just the white button down long sleeve shirt and grey slacks. 

He grinned when I glowered at him. 

"They weren't kidding, she's gorgeous," Someone said and I frowned as they started conversing in rapid Russian while looking at me. 

I hated that they were discussing about me and I had no idea what they were saying. I didn't notice when Chase stood up and stalked towards me. 

The girl had disappeared somewhere I didn't even notice she wasn't beside me anymore, he stood in front of me and his jaw clenched as I took a step backwards putting distance between us. 

"You should get used to this," He said. 

"I won't get used to anything, I'm leaving, you can wait until the wedding if you are so desperate to keep me" I snarled and he furrowed his brows. 

"You are still my fiancée, I can keep you and do whatever the fuck I want, after all, I have your father's permission" He claimed and I almost laughed. 

Father would never approve, he's old-fashioned, and he would be asking him to release me and wait for the holy matrimony ceremony before I start living with him. 

The old man still thinks I'm a virgin. That's how absurd he is with his morals and rules. 

"I should have known you are not only an ugly asshole but also a liar, my father would never, ever accept" I scoffed, shaking my head at his poor attempt to deceive me. 

"Is that so..." He drawled and took his phone out of his pocket and started calling someone. 

When whoever it was picked up he put it on speaker and turned the phone in my direction so I could see who he was calling. 

The name on the screen was no other than my father. 

Don Carlisle. 

"I'm having trouble containing your daughter. She claims you don't want her here." He said, twisting my words but I was more interested in what my father would say. 

"Ignore her, you know young women these days she's just resisting a bit she would be submissive soon" My father's voice boomed through the speaker. 

"What are you saying, Dad? You wouldn't want this until the wedding!" I countered refusing to believe what I just heard. 

"Don't be ridiculous Sloane, just take it as a way to know more about each other" He replied and Chase hung up before I could curse him. 

What does he mean by that? 

"How about we go upstairs so we can get to know each other more? It seems like your father expects grandchildren from you" He taunted and I saw red. 

"I would never let you touch me" I seethed and he chuckled. 

"Oh, but you will, Lisichka, we will be married after all and I would make sure you regret ever existing" He stated coldly. 

I spotted the girl again, this time she was carrying a tray of food and my eyes fell on the cutlery and the knife glinted under the light. I didn't think as I walked towards her and grabbed the knife off the tray, the men in the living room stood up and the sound of guns cocking in synchronization echoed as they pointed their weapons at me. 

Their boss held my gaze and took long strides to where I was standing. I despise how confident he was that I wasn't going to make a move on him because I’m in his domain. 

He was right about one thing. 

I'm extremely impulsive because the moment he got close enough for me to attack, I did. 

I stabbed his chest without missing a beat.