“I don't think so…we need new merchandise… Sacha is expecting everyone to be alert,” Zane said to a bunch of me seated before him.
He was holding a meeting on behalf of Pedro. Their boss had been busy lately, however he was expecting everyone to be alert. In case something happened.
“I already gave instructions about the merchandise…we just need Sacha's to approve,” Enzo said, Zane, scanned the place…as much as he hated dealing with this. He had no choice but to take over.
“Everyone is excused. I'll call you if anything is needed,” Zane said, waving everyone off. Gabby was nowhere to be seen. He might have been still wooing Solange Philips.
The office was quiet and only sounds from Zane pressing keys. Other than that, he was thinking. Had been thinking that there was only one face. He had been thinking about it.
Clicking a few keys on his computer, Zane vividly kept his eyes fixed on the screen until what he wanted to be appeared.
“Bingo,” he muttered, his lips curled upwards in satisfaction.
“Sydney,” he said. The sound of it made him giddy. He met her twice. The first time, he nearly raped her if not for Gabby. The second time. She nearly recognized him.
“Alfredo Garcia,” there was something about that man, which didn't sit well with him. He watched Sydney that night. The way she didn't stop looking at Alfredo. She hated the Garcias so why was she like that.
“She's mine,” Zane muttered, clenching his hands tightly. He liked something and took it by force. Sydney was his first catch. He wanted a taste. Zane grabbed his jacket, and car keys, and stormed out of the study room.
“Zane…” he didn't go far when someone called him. Turning around, Zane was surprised to see the lady he wasn't expecting.
“Hannah…when did you get here?” Zane asked with a smile as Hannah approached. She scanned him for a while, then chuckled.
“Well it seems everyone doesn't want me here…where's Pedro?” She was not sure why she had to ask permission to visit the leader of the mafia and supposedly. Her man.
“Well…not sure…isn't he in his room?”Zane said, looking at his wristwatch. He was rushing to meet his little kitten. He didn't want to lose her. He worked far too difficult to implant a GPS on her.
“No…he isn't…and why does my room have… a woman's clothes?”Hannah asked, arching her brows questionably. Zane exhaled heavily.
“Look here, Hannah… why don't you wait for him… I'm sure…he's around here somewhere, " Zane said and was about to leave when she held him back.
“Why do I feel like… you are hiding something from me…”Hannah said, narrowing her eyes at Zane. But of course. Hannah was supposedly the woman who was once Pedro's girlfriend. His lady and someone who meant more than life itself. Not romantically but on the protective side. Hannah was the daughter of someone special. Pedro's grandfather's right-hand man.
He was killed, leaving a little girl. She grew up in Pedro's care. He treated her like a sister, however she fell in love with him.
"Not now,” Zane said and left. Hannah scoffed and stood there. It was late at night. Pedro was nowhere to be seen. She asked several guards on patrol and none said anything.
“Damn you, Pedro … I'm here for you… you can't hide nor run” she muttered and decided to go on a hunt for Pedro. First thing. She had questions about the lady's clothes in her room. Who was the owner?
Did she have another woman? At the thought of that, Hannah hated it. She would torture that woman until she died a horrible death.
***
Meanwhile, Olivia was struggling to keep still. Her head was throbbing painfully, as if she had been slammed against the wall repeatedly. She attempted to move her arms. Kicking her legs however, she couldn't. Her body was freezing, her teeth chattering without her permission.
“H-help me” she stuttered, her lips chapped up. She didn't know how this happened.
A few seconds ago, she was in her house getting ready to head out after Luciano left. Unfortunately, someone attacked her from behind and she passed out.
W-where… am I?” Her voice was low, even talking took a lot out of her. Who dared put her in such a cold place. She didn't think she could last a minute longer. Especially when she was naked, with nothing covering her. The bed was soft, yet the coldness made it impossible for her to feel comfortable.
Soon she heard the creak opening of the door and then footsteps. Fear washed over her.
“W- who are you?” she asked, regaining control of her voice. There was silence in the room, the scary kind which gave her goosebumps. Olivia tried shifting away. Her legs and hands were tied to the bed. How did this happen? Soon there were some movements. Someone sat on the bed.
“Help me… I-it's cold in here”, if she didn't leave, then she would die. Soon. She felt a pair of hands on her. Her body tingled. A finger trailed down her inner thighs and it was warm. Such warmness, even from something small.
“Who are you…get me out now or else” she snapped, doing everything she could to ignore the cold engulfing her. Her body was in agony.
“Who else what?” she heard a deep male voice. It sounded familiar. However, she didn't think she had heard it before. It was a man. Which meant she had been kidnapped by a man.
“Who else, someone more powerful and lethal…will kill you!” she threatened knowing full well Pedro would find her. There was silence, the man didn't speak. Olivia was restless. She didn't want this.
“Interesting.” the man said and soon yanked the blindfold off her face. Olivia hissed, feeling a sharp pen. With ease, her eyes flickered open. Blinking a few times to see who it was.
“You?” her eyes stung at the sight of Pedro. He was there. Gawking at her with murderous eyes. His expression is monstrous.
Scanning her surroundings. Olivia nearly collapsed upon seeing the room she was in. Shaking her head, she didn't want this. Looking at Pedro, he was an entirely different person.
“W- what is this room?” she stammered the words out, swallowing hard, she felt a sharp pain in her dry throat. Licking her chopped-up lips, Olivia tried to calm herself. She was exposed for goodness’s sake. Didn't he have any respect for her?
“G-get me dressed, Pedro…what's this!” she spat out angrily. Her sharp eyes fixed on him.
“What's this place?” she added when he didn't say anything. The room was scary with dim red lights, the kind which didn't seem normal. It had things she considered forbidden. There were chains to the wall. Handcuffs hanging on the walls. Some ropes.
Tilting her head to the left. She saw something she didn't like.
“My special room,” he replied calmly, there was no smile. His expression didn't sit well with you.
“Let me out… what's all this,”Olivia said, giving nothing away. Her body was almost frozen. She couldn't feel her heartbeat. Everything was numb. Pedro stared at her for a while. His eyes traveled down her body and stopped at her pointed, porcelain white breasts. The rising and falling of her chest. Olivia swore she would kill him once she was out. How dare he do this to her. She wasn't one of his toys.
“One mistake made,” he muttered, reaching for her. His large hand rested on her belly, Olivia hissed at the warmth. Licking her lips, she tried everything she could to keep still.
Pedro moved his hand, she felt cold. The pain continued.
“There will be…a punishment” he added and cupped her inner thighs. Olivia hissed, closing her eyes automatically. Her heart thumped repeatedly. She could count the number of pulses. She struggled to keep his hand away. Pedro didn't stop. His eyes fell on her flesh. Exposed and spread for him.
“S-stop it,” Olivia whispered, hating the humiliation she was suffering. Squeezing her thighs, she tried hiding. Pedro ignored her and used force to spread her legs.
Olivia's eyes shot open and met the devil's piercing gaze. What was he going to do with her?
~To he continued~