Chapter 13: Chapter 13
"Scendi giù, sei stupido grande OAF. Ho detto lasciarmi a destra in questo momento. Giuro che ti ucciderò e poi ucciderò la tua famiglia, la prossima è la tua ragazza. Ucciderò tutti che tu ami mai." (Drop me down, you stupid big oaf. I said drop me down right this minute. I swear I will kill you and then I will kill your family, next is your girlfriend. I will kill everyone you ever love.) I scream hitting the brute's back who didn’t seem affected by my punches and kicking. Why would he? Looking like a big wall of iron. I scream till we got into the plane buckled in. Wrong choice of words; Tied and secured with no means of escape. And then the devil himself walks in.
I look away totally mad at him. How dare he let his brutes manhandle me? And worst in my black teddy. My hopes were to stay in as Mr. Do as I say wouldn’t let me leave his suite. Out of sheer curiosity, I adamantly refuse to get up from bed when he orders I do so. The nerve he got. Well, let’s just conclude that stubbornness didn’t sit well with him.
"I love it when you are tied up and gagged." My eyes flits to him narrowed and stern. He tilts his head in an observing sense appreciating my tied up state. What I will do to wipe the smirk off his face.
"I want to make you comfortable yet it seems you love being…" cold eyes trail over my scantily clad bodice wear. "You."
Flinching as he tries to touch me. He tries again, this time yanking my feet off the floor to his thighs. Taking a box out of the corner, he pulls out strapy heels fixing it on both feet. He watches, curiosity etch on his face.
"There. Looks better." Reaching to pour himself a drink.
"Dmcmnhzwiutokfndnsgghfjgd." I mumble through the gag.
"Sorry princess I don’t understand gibberish." He removes the gag off my lips. A playful smirk on his igniting the anger more in me.
Barking at him. "I said, fuck you Elijah." He relaxes buttoning his suit jacket picking up a brown drink in his hand.
"Very soon Nia." Sipping the drink like its an elixir lustfully looking all over my body holding a sinister grin. "Very soon." Annoyed I look away.
"What are you doing?" I rouse with the feeling of being pulled over a shoulder once again out of the plane."Elijah! Elijah!" The brute pause, I raise my head up to see Elijah speaking to him in Russia.
"Vozʹmi yeye v pentkhaus." (Take her to the penthouse.) His eyes darts to me emotionless. "YA skoro uvizhu tebya , Nia." (I will see you soon Nia.)
Flipping the bird at him, I catch a ghost smile on his stoic face watching as I got into the black tinted Range Rover. Screams and rain of curses added color to his name.
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Splash*
I dive deep into the rooftop pool to clear my head. These past few days have been such a wild roller-coaster for me. Meeting Elijah, running from him and successfully failing at it. Finding out my boyfriend was sent to kill me followed by his death and now, Elijah seem not to take his eyes off me. Why do I have a hunch he knows something about my past? I am exhausted, tired, weak; deep down I want to quit and join la mia famiglia in heaven. The only thing keeping me alive is the promise I made to mia madre. I stay longer beneath the surface before swimming up for air brushing my hair back. Swimming makes such a good therapy for me, and a great stress reliever. I float to the edge pulling up and resting on my elbows looking at the city of New York. It is such a beautiful sight; I can't believe I'm back here.
"Nia?" Groaning internally.
"What Elijah?" I snapped still angry at him.
"Dress up we leave for a meeting in the next hour." Manipulating his phone unmindful to the
glare faced at him.
"Is this what you do?" He pauses looking at me blankly waiting for me to emphasize. I continue. "Keep women in your penthouse, sorry locking tiny women in your penthouse depriving them of their freedom." He glares at me before scrubbing his face letting out an exhausting sigh.
If he won’t let me go then I will just have to make my stay here insufferable for him. I can be very defiant when need be. My hand reaches for my cold beverage pulling the straw to my lips taking a sip enjoying the summer air.
Suddenly I am being jerked up off the pool. "Hey!"
His jaw tick, veins popping out. Guess I pissed him off. "You are really getting on my nerves. Don’t make me hurt you. I take zero tolerance to insubordinate girls like you." I gasp perplexed at his choice of words and for hurting me with his vice grip. Frowning he pushed me towards the two bulky men from earlier, one from the club that night whom I recognized and another.
"Make sure she is dressed and ready." They grunt pathing for me to walk through. I face Elijah in a mean glare but he just watches me in his fine Armani not one bit bothered. Huffing loud, I walk into the house. Lo and behold to my eyes, a red jumpsuit lay on the bed waiting for me. I growl picking it up stalking to the bathroom.
"When will I be able to leave?" I ask on our way to his meeting. "Elijah, I am talking to you." He mocks me with his silence.
Facing ahead, clearly he won't answer me. "I will need some clothes since you plan on keeping me hostage for who knows how long."
"Could be arranged." He smirks causing me to roll my eyes away from him. Oh, now he hears me perfectly clear. "By the way you look beautiful."
I glare hard at him. The smirk on his face tells me he loves when I act like the princess who obeys him. Well, I am not.
"I always look beautiful Elijah." I flatly muse a smile on my face facing ahead.