|Ch. 8|

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Zhari looked back at the house, for a quick second to make sure no one was following her or saw her, before taking off towards the gate

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Zhari looked back at the house, for a quick second to make sure no one was following her or saw her, before taking off towards the gate. She quickly started to climb the gate and just before she got over it, she heard someone yell.


She looked back and saw a guard, dressed in a black suit, running towards her. "Shit!"

She threw herself the rest of the way over the gate and landed on her feet. Without looking back, she took off down the street towards a neighboring house. She knew it was a long shot since everyone in the fucking city seemed to be afraid of Chase, but she had to try. Who the fuck did he think he was thinking he could kidnap her in hopes of her asking him to fuck her?


As soon as she got to the front door of the closest house, since his property damn near took up half the fucking block, she beat and banged on the door.

"Hello! Please, someone, answer the door!" She yelled.

A few moments later the door was thrown open and standing there was an older white man with greying hair.

"Can I help you, Ms.?"

"Can I please use your phone? I was kidnapped last night and I need to call the police."

His eyes widened.

"Kidnapped? By - by who?"

Zhari glared at him. "Does it really matter who the hell kidnapped me? Can i just use your phone?"

He shook his head. "I don't want any trouble, Ms. Mr. Facinelli and I have an understanding, so please leave my property."

"I never said it was Chase Facinelli that kidnapped me."

He took a step back into the house. "You didn't have to. Your refusal to tell me who it was is evidence enough. Now, please, leave."

He slammed the door in her face.

"Are you fucking kidding me!? Ugh!" She screamed and turned around.

Zhari spent damn near the day looking for the police station. After going to other houses nearby and getting the door slammed in her face, she'd decided that she would search for the police station in hopes of getting back home. She'd left her fucking phone back at the fucking house. She was in such a rush that she forgot it.

"Excuse me!" She screamed as she looked up to see a couple walking out of a clothing store.

"Yes?" The man said.

"Can you please tell me where the police station is?" She asked. She didn't bother to ask for their phone or tell them that she was kidnapped. They would only tell her no and to stay away from them.

"You're actually closer than you think. If you go up this block and take a right, its on the next corner." The woman said.

Zhari smiled. "Thank you both!"

She took off down the street and turned the corner. And like they said the police station was on the next corner. Quickly, like a woman engrossed in flames, Zhari ran the rest of the way to the station, not stopping until she was standing at the front desk.

"Ms., is everything alright?" Asked the female cop behind the desk.

Zhari shook her head. "No, it isn't. I need to report a kidnapping."

The woman's eyes widened. "Whose?"

Zhari met her gaze head on. "Mine."


"Yes. I was kidnapped last night. I just got away and I've been looking for this station for hours." She said.

"Okay, come with me." The female officer said and led her into an interrogation room. "Please, have a seat and I will get a detective in here soon. Did you want something to eat or drink?"

Zhari shook her head. "No. All i want is to go home, but not before the bastard who kidnapped me is arrested."

"Of course. Someone will be with you in just a moment." She said before she walked out.

The female officer wasn't lying. Nit even five minutes passed before someone knocked on the door and entered.

"Hi. I'm detective Bronson. Officer Monaco told me that you told her you were kidnapped last night." He said as she sat down in the chair across from her.

Zhari nodded.

"I was. He had one of his guards drug me before putting me on his private jet and flying me here, to California."

"You're not from here?" He asked.

Zhari shook her head. "No, I'm not. My names Zhari, by the way."

He nodded. "Where are you from, Zhari?"

"Charlotte, North Carolina."

"Do you know the name of your kidnapper?" He asked.

"Yeah. Chase Facinelli."

She watched the detectives eyes widen and his lips part before he pulled himself together again. "Um, are you - are you sure?"

She nodded.

"Damn sure."

He nodded. "Okay, Zhari. I'm going to go make a call and I will be right back."

He stood up and headed towards the door. "Can I use a phone once you get back?"

He nodded.


She sat waiting for the detective to come back into the room for almost thirty minutes before she groaned and stood up. She went to open the door to the interrogation room only for it to be pushed open to reveal a pissed off, red in the face, Chase Facinelli.

Her jaw hit the fucking floor. "You have got to be fucking kidding me."

"Thank you for calling me, detective." Chase said before pushing his way into the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Pussy!" She screamed before the door slammed shut.

"Do you have any fucking idea how worried I was about you?" He hissed as he stalked towards her. "I was losing my fucking mind with worry."

"You say that like I give a damn. I am not your fucking property. You down own me!" She hissed.

He damn near slammed her against the wall, his fingers wrapped tightly around her throat. "Yes, I do! You are mine! You fucking belong to me, goddamn it!"

"Fuck you!"

"Keep this shit up and I will whether you beg me to or not." He snapped.

"It'll never happen, so keep dreaming." She spat.

Chase got so close to her face that their lips were almost touching. "If you ever pull this shit again, I can promise you that you will wish you hadn't."

"You don't scare me."

"Keep pulling this shit and you will be."

He drooped his hand and took her hand and led her to the door. She tried to pull away but he wouldn't let go. He only tightened his hand around hers. As soon as they walked out of the interrogation room, Zhari saw the detective, that called Chase, standing over by the double doors of the station.

Just before they walked passed him, she kneed him, hard, in the balls. "You fucking pussy! You, none of you, deserve to wear that badge!" She hissed as she watched him drip to the floor like a a sack of potatoes.

"Fuck!" He moaned in pain.

"That was for calling this asshole! Grow some bigger balls, you prick!"

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