The Outside World

I sat by the large window in the living room. Bright sunlight came through the glass but the view was blocked by tall trees. I had not seen the real outside for three days now.

Jace had left early for business. Before he went he kissed my forehead and warned me. "Be good Scar. Marco will watch the house."

A tall man with short black hair and a serious face stood near the door. That was Marco. Jace's right hand man. He looked dangerous but he spoke politely to me.

"Do you need anything Miss Scarlett?" Marco asked.

I shook my head. Then I changed my mind. "Can I call my family? They must be worried sick."

Marco's face stayed blank. "Boss's orders. No phone calls yet."

I felt anger rise inside me. I missed my mother's warm voice. My father's silly jokes. And especially my little sister Emma who was only sixteen. Emma always looked up to me. What were they thinking right now? Did they think I was dead?

A soft voice spoke from the side. "Would you like some tea Miss?"

It was Lena. The young maid who worked in the mansion. She had kind brown eyes and moved quietly. Lena was the only other woman I had seen here.

"Yes please," I answered. I liked Lena. The maid sometimes whispered small comforts when Jace was not around.

While Lena prepared the tea I asked her quietly, "How long have you worked for Jace?"

"Almost four years," Lena replied softly. "He pays well but the rules are strict. Do not anger him."

I nodded. I already knew that.

Later that afternoon Marco allowed me to walk in the big garden behind the house. Fresh air felt wonderful. Flowers bloomed everywhere. But high walls and guards at every corner reminded me I was still a prisoner.

I sat on a stone bench. Memories of my old life came back. My small apartment. Working at the bookstore. Helping my mother with bills because my father got sick last year. They were not rich but they were happy. Now everything was gone.

Tears fell down my cheeks. I missed them so much it hurt.

Heavy footsteps approached. Jace appeared. He wore a black shirt with sleeves rolled up. He looked tired but still powerful.

He sat beside me and wiped my tears with his thumb. "Why are you crying Scar?"

"I miss my family," I said honestly. "My sister Emma. My parents. They do not know if I am alive."

Jace was quiet for a long time. "You can write them a letter. I will read it first. But no details about location."

I looked at him with surprise. "Really?"

"Yes. But you must tell them you are safe and happy. No mention of kidnapping."

I agreed quickly. Any contact was better than nothing.

Jace pulled me onto his lap right there in the garden. "You are mine now Scar. But I do not want you broken. I want you willing."

His hand slipped under my dress. He touched me gently. I gasped but did not stop him. His fingers played with me until I was wet and breathing fast.

"Not here," I whispered. "Marco might see us."

Jace smiled darkly. "He knows better than to look."

He continued touching me. His fingers moved inside me while his thumb rubbed my clit. I hid her face in his neck and moaned softly. The pleasure came fast. I came on his hand with small shakes.

Jace kissed me deeply after. "Good girl."

That evening after dinner Jace let me sit in his office while he worked. Papers and laptops covered the big desk. Marco came in to report something about a rival group causing trouble in the city.

I listened carefully. I learned that Jace controlled many businesses. Hotels, clubs, and secret underground work. He was dangerous but he protected his people.

When Marco left Jace noticed me watching. "Curious little Scar."

"Tell me why you took me," I said bravely. "There are many beautiful girls. Why me?"

Jace leaned back in his chair. "Because you smiled at an old woman in the bookstore even when you were tired. You helped a child reach a book on a high shelf. You are kind in a world that is cruel. I wanted that kindness for myself."

His words touched something in me. But I still felt afraid.

Later in bed Jace took me again. This time it was slower. He kissed every part of my body. He made me cum twice with his mouth before he entered me. I held him tight as he moved deep inside.

After we finished he pulled me against his chest. "Write the letter tomorrow," he said quietly. "I will send it."

I closed her eyes. I was starting to see small pieces of the real Jace behind the dark boss. But I still did not know if I could ever truly escape him. Or if I even wanted to anymore.

Outside the mansion my family was searching for me. And somewhere in the city dangerous enemies were watching Jace closely. The quiet days would not last forever.