When a young women named Cordelia, find's herself in the new club downtown, she encounters deep family secrets after she parties hard and bumps into a hot stranger who is more than just a pretty face...
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A week had passed and it was night now, nobody had came in the room all day considering what I did to the last guys.
I lied down onto the thin mattress underneath me, and found some paper in my pocket then bit my finger and smudged the words in blood, 'can I request a book'.
I know stupid right? I was so bored and now I know they won't let me leave until my father gives in, let's just say I'll be here for awhile.
6:58am.
I woke up to the noise of smashed glass, someone was having a bad morning. I groaned and noticed the book 'pride and predjuce' was next to me along with a fresh pair of clothes, which made me somewhat happy.
I became nervous when I heard the same footsteps coming near me again, the door owned to the mafia boss.
"I see you're happy with the book then" he said grinning, he looked somewhat happier.
"good choice I guess" I said quietly, shuffling further back.
"What's wrong?" He asked while stepping closer.
That's it, I'd lost my shit. "WHATS WRONG? WHAT DO YOU THINK IS FUCKING WRONG? IM BEING HELD AGAINST MY WILL IN SOME MURDERS HOUSE. SO NO THERES NOTHING WRONG AT ALL EVERYTHING IS PERFECTLY FINE" i said gasping after shouting at him.
"Well, I see you're feeling... emotions but I do have to tell u something"'he said, the ducking audacity.
I rolled my eyes and replied " what now? "
"You see, you're father is still not cooperating with us so we have organised a ball" he said, sighing.
"A ball? Why" I asked furiously, no way.
"So he will come, the reason of throwing this is so he thinks we will kill you there" he said.
"And why would he think that? Is it not obvious he doesn't care about me" I said.
"You will see, now I have a friend who will sort you're hair and makeup, one of my guys has sisters who will style ur dress" He announced.
"A dress? You are going to let me out finally, thank the heavens" I said and ran up to him then wrapped my arms around his neck.
His scent was lovely, it was a mix of Pine wood and cinnamon. My body was exhausted and my lungs craved fresh air.
Why the fuck did I just hug this man?
"Please let go of me" he said, stepping away awkwardly. Obviously he didn't like hugs.
I realised I was acting very forward so I stepped back and said "oh, sorry I'm just excited to be somewhere other than here, considering I've been starved and bashed around this place."
He chuckled and replied "don't try anything because I have my guys watching you, every little move you make we can see amore"
He returned five minutes afterwards and said "urm would you like a wash?"
Did I stink? I must do I have been here for a week without washing. Oops...
"Oh yes that would be nice" I said but I was confused at why he was giving me such freedom, the guy probably thought I'm some weak bitch.
He showed me to a bathroom just down the hall, I walked in and started stripping my clothes off.
When it was ready I stepped into the tub which was full of hot bubbly water which soothed my skin, he had left me some women's shampoo with a sticky note which said 'i don't usually have women in my bath tub so I grabbed the first girly shampoo I saw, hope it's okay'
Creepy... he was expecting me.
I laughed from his stupidity and started to scrub my hair, afterwards I wrapped the towel around me and headed out the door.
At least I smell better.
I bumped into a hard chest and said "oh I'm sorry" But looked up to find him standing there. What does the world want? Why does it keep making these type of things happen?
"Oh-" he said looking me down,noticing that I was basically naked.
"urm hi" I blurted out, his eyes trailed across my small, fragile body.
"Did you have a nice wash?"
"Mhm"
He stared into my eyes for about five whole minutes, that was until I said,
"Urm I'm going to go get changed" I awkwardly said, almost running away.
I quickly speeded off to my room to get some extra sleep, it wasn't comfortable but I had to sleep somewhere. Later on he came in and a thought popped into my head 'I never got his name'
Before he had the chance to speak I said,
"What's you're name?"
"Why?" He replied, running a hand through his thick hair.
"Just would like to know who the fuck kidnapped me." I said, crossing my arms.
"It's Andre, Andre castillo"
"You mean like- the actual Castillo's. You are the fucking Andre Castillo."
"I like the way you say my name, very...smoothly"
He then said " I see you have now come to you're senses that you will not be leaving, therefore I have a guest bedroom waiting for you."
"okay, and your wrong I will leave. Just not yet" my back had been crushed for nights, my bones were all tight and felt squished, part of me wanted to act excited.
He told me to grab my stuff and follow him to the bedroom. "Here it is, I hope it is satisfactory"
I looked around the magnificent room, it was so elegant.
Maybe being kidnapped has its advantages.
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^^^ (what the room looked like)
Wow.
This was my new temporary life, it might not be the best but it sure was decent enough.
