The dj keeps the vibe on in the room with his beats and good music pulsating through the speakers.
I keep dancing with Clara, throwing one or two jokes her way due to my already drunken state. Sophie had came to dance with us then left and now she's back again. She briefly complains about George's annoying friends making Clara secretly blush and I can't help but wonder if Sophie also knows about Clara's feelings for George.She has to know, right?Girls notice the little things and like pairing their brothers with their friends atimes. Just like Clara can do the same for her little brother.I, on the other hand, can't relate. I do have a brother, but a step brother and I've never been that close to him because he attended a boarden school. And now, I still can't be close to him cause I'm far away from my family with an identity of my own, due to certain reasons.The thought of my family after a long time, suddenly make my heart ache. I don't like thinking of it. I don't like thinking of them. I just don't want to think of the things that cause pain to my heart, anymore.I suddenly feel the need to use the rest room, so I excuse myself from them and walk away with my liquor bottle. I haven't felt the need to leave it yet, even though I emptied it few minutes ago. I like the vibe it's giving to my dancing steps.I open the door to the restroom and clumsily walk to one of the toilets. I empty my bladder and sit there for a while with dizzy eyes.Finally regaining my senses that I need to get up and continue partying, I clean up and drop my gown. I then walk to the wash basin and wash my hands as I stare at myself in the mirror, laughing at how messed up my hair is and how drained I look.I dry my hands as I move side to side according to the beat I can manage to hear from there. I walk out of the rest room only to come in contact with a hard body. I look up with my still dizzy eyes then I look down to scratch them. Looking back up, I blink my eyes at the man I just bumped into."You." I poke his chest. "I know you." I snicker. "Mr. Strange guy.""Yeah. I know you too. Mrs. Don't flirt with me." He says the last part in a mimicking voice."Of course you do. I gave you a tough time down there.""Not as much as my boss will be giving you from now hence forth.""Your boss." I puff out my lips. "So you also have a boss?""I do.""Oh, wow. At least you have a boss. At least you're employed and make money just like me." I open my mouth and widen my eyes now remembering Collins. "My ex didn't have a boss and he blamed me for it.""How cruel." He said in a bored tone."Well..." I move closer to him and whisper. "...He was unemployed." I laugh, now realizing how funny it actually sounds. "It was a shaking something." I cough in between my laughs. "Employed. Unemployed. Employed. Unemployed." I laugh harder. "That was the last straw. It's unfortunate he blames me for his misfortune."He chuckles. "It is.""You don't have to tell me." I slowly end my laughter."You must enjoy talking to me.""Nope. I enjoy talking to my best friend." I tap his shoulder. "She must be waiting." I move to walk away but he stops me by holding my right hand. I puff out my lips again as I look at his hands on mine, then up at his face. "No contact Mr. Strange guy." I move my index finger from side to side, trying to put on a stern look, even though I desperately want to laugh at my ridiculousness."Let me take you to your bestfriend.""I certainly don't need your help. I know my way." I stagger."Not in this state.""I came up here all by myself. Do you really think I'm that sloppy not to know my way back?" He ignores me and pulls me to walk behind him."Yes, I do."I scoff. "You are...What's that word you used again?" I tap my index finger on my lip as I think of it."Cruel." He helps."Yes cruel. You're cruel. Your words are cruel.""It doesn't matter.""That's ridiculous." I roll my eyes. "It does. You live with you humans so it does matter. Except you are otherwise.""I am."I scoff in sheer excitement. "I knew it. The moment I saw you at the bar table." I walk faster so I can walk abreast him. "Tell me about your world Mr. strange guy." I snicker."You mean the world you live in?" We walk through the crowd and I struggle to keep up with the way he's pulling me behind him."Clara is at the other side.""It's crowded in here. You don't expect her to still be there. She should have changed spot.""No." I argue."It's a club.""Duhh." I roll my eyes and keep walking behind him.He opens the entrance door and walks outside, making me furrow my brows. "Now, Clara can't be outside. Can she." I say in a questioning tone."No.""Where are you taking me to then?""Somewhere." He keeps pulling me behind him.I struggle in his hold, not sure of going somewhere away from the club with a stranger."No. Take me back inside.""Should I?" He turns his head to look at me with raised eyebrows and a smirk lingering in his lips.Oh, how foolish of me to think he will. "Never mind." I use all my might to snap my hands out of his hold and start walking back to the club."I guess you like it the hard way then." I don't get to take more than five steps before he picks me up from the floor over his shoulder."Hey. You. Mr. Strange guy." I hit his back. "Drop me down right this moment." I say in a commanding, yet weak voice."I would. Just not now.""Drop me down or I would...shit." I hold my head, trying to calm my headache. My dizzy eyes with the way he's carrying me upside down, is of no help to the effect the liquor is giving me. "I need to meet my bestfriend you idiot.""Here you go." I hear the sound of a car door opening then he drops me inside. I brush my hair to the back and stare at him as he shuts the door and gets into another car who has four men dressed in black.My eyes widen.Are they Collins men?Shit.The smell of cigarette makes me turn my head to look at the old man sitting beside me.Is he the 'new owner' Collins talked about?He blows out the smoke, making me cough."Don't do that.""So you're Janet Stewart.""No. I'm Janet Johnson.""David Stewart is your father.""Was my father." I correct him, my eyes slowly shutting."That's funny. It's unfortunate if he's dead but he owes me a huge sum of money."Oh, so this doesn't have to do with Collins.Well, it's no different. Anything concerning my dad calls for trouble."Well sorry for your loss, but that's none of my business." I attempt to open the door, only to realize that it's been locked by that stranger. I huff, frustrated. I turn to look at him with narrow eyes. "Let me out." I say with little to no strength to fight. "Who are you?""I'm Carlo Gigante." He smokes. "Nice to meet you." He stretches his hand out to me with a dangerous smirk on his face.I look at his hand then at him and roll my eyes, ignoring his outstretched hands. "Whatever." I rest my head against the window, tired.It doesn't take long before my eyes shut close. Totally clueless on what's going on or where I'm going to.What a great time I had at the club.ALEXANDER'S POVI put on a stern look as I walk into 'Hell'. My favourite room in my mansion. It's a place where I make people regret their actions and give them enough pain that they wish to be dead. It's my favourite place because here, people who mess with me realize what it actually is to be helpless. They realize what it means to be at my mercy. They realize the importance of so much power.It smells of dried blood from the injuries and killings of different people who decided to test what it's actually like to mess with me. Atimes it smells of sweat and now it smells of an unclean old man. He's my current prey and I have this cute feeling that Collins Fisher will be next. "I would be sad to know you didn't miss me." I tell the old man and nod at Simon to untie the cloth from his mouth. He bends his head and breath through his mouth in relief. He snaps his head up to me with wide eyes. "My son. You killed my son." "I did and you are going to do nothing about it." "What do y
JANE'S POV I suddenly feel like I have a hangover in my stomach and feel the need to throw up. I struggle to raise my hands to cover my mouth, but I can't so I just move my head to the side and let it all out. I scrunch my nose at the awful smell and throw my head backwards to catch my breath. "You're finally awake."I bring my head forward to look at the man standing before me, with weak eyes. I struggle to stable my eyes so I can see him properly. When I do, my eyes widen at who I see standing before me. "You!""Yes, me.""What's that your name again...aah, aah, James." At least he told me his name before the liquor completely took over my senses. I look down at my stiff hands to see they are tied to the arm rest of the chair I'm sitting on. "Why am I tied up?""Because you are Janet Stewart.""Janet Johnson." I correct him."Why Johnson?" He raises his brows."Because that's my surname. Any problem?""Yes.""Well, not my concern. Untie me and let me out of here.""No." I bend m
ALEXANDER'S POV I scroll through social media as everyone take their respective seats. Right now, I seem to be the only one less bothered about interacting or making all possible means to win.I know I will. There are no two ways about it. I always get what I put my mind into. I planned while they slept, now I'm going to win while they plan.The auctioneer says one or two things before going straight to the business of the day. "We'll start at 10 million." He announced."16 million." A man far from me is the first to bid."18 million." A lady behind me says.I don't raise my head to see the biders. I keep going through my phone, yet paying close attention to how the auction is going."Come on. Don't hesitate. It's worth bu...""21 million." Another lady interrupts him by saying."Sir, aren't you going to bid?" Seth asks, curious at my silence."I believe you trust me better than to be questioning me.""But boss..." I raise my index finger to shut him up."Collins." I look up at him.
JANE'S POV I cry profusely next to the strange man who bought me at the auction. I meant to run away. I meant to run to Clara. I meant to start afresh after Collins but it was always one problem to the other. First my father, then Collins then to James and Carlo Gigante. Now, I'm in the hands of a strange man.It's like I'm destined to be kidnapped. Destined to never have my freedom.I've always tried to have a good life after the death of my mother but I've never been lucky from the start. Life keeps throwing challenges my way and I don't even know if I should give up or go with the flow of things.For sure, I can't just stop here. At least I have to give up in a better situation than this. How can I give up in the hands of a stranger. In the hands of a man I've never met in my life. In the hands of a man who is ill mannered enough to bid for a lady. To make her his property. A lady who has her own dreams and wants nothing but to be free, happy and be proud.Unfortunately I'm that
ALEXANDER'S POV I walk out of Jane's room with my hands in my pockets as I make my way to my office. I sit behind my desk before making a call to Seth.I stare at my desk thinking of the successful auction and Janet. I'm glad I have her. I acquired her by my own means, not because of Collins. So yes, I'm glad I'll have another coward to torture. Torturing that old man only, is turning into a boring activity. I need someone new like Collins, to add.Janet on the other hand...now, that I think of it, I don't know what to do with her. I have her at my possession but have no use for her...yet.She seems soft and gullible. She'll be an easy one to control of course, except she decides otherwise, but that's no worry, cause I got her covered. My office door opens and Seth walks in. "Boss.""How did it go?""We finished the job. No soul working for Carlo nor Carlo Gigante himself, was spared." I nod for him to go on. "The other guards collected our stolen weapons while we finished them off
Jane's POVI snap my eyes open and abruptly stand up, when I realize I had slept off. Shit. I planned to escape from this place as soon as I was aware everyone is asleep. But instead, I joined them in the dream world.I quickly walk to the curtain to see that it's still a bit dark outside. I sigh in relief knowing that the devil and his guards should still be very much asleep. I turn to look up of the wall at the clock, to see it's 5:27am. I huff and walk to my door. It unexpectedly opened. I expected them to lock me in here since I was brought here out of my own will. The door might not be locked but going out through it was impossible. I stare with wide eyes at the guards who turn to look at me. They are both standing on each side of the door staring at me with raised brows. I fake a wide smile in embarrassment that I've been caught. I quickly shut the door and walk to and fro in the room, thinking of what I should do now.Why are they there? Don't they sleep? It's frustrating
I made use of the aloe shampoo in the bathroom to wash my hair after brushing my teeth with the spare toothbrush I had found in one of the drawers. The liquid bathing soap smelt of vanilla, was nice and refreshing. I haven't taken a proper satisfying bath since I was captured by Carlo. It felt good to feel this clean again.I had picked a knee length knicker with a plane polo shirt to wear. There were shorts, rompers and some below the knee dresses, but I didn't like the idea of walking round the house with men positioned at every corner of the house.I put on my shirt without bothering for a bra since I didn't have one and there was no spare in the wardrobe. Even if there was, I couldn't trust that it has never been used by whoever kept them here.The door creaks open as I take my shirt down from the top of my breast."Oh, I'll come later then." The feminine voice makes me turn in surprise to see a middle aged woman moving to shut the door."Hold on." She pauses to look at me. "You
ALEXANDER'S POVI tried. I tried not to care about her or her fucking ankle, but I found myself asking for Eva's help on her behalf. There was something about the way she looked, the way she reacted, like she wasn't used to pain and you could see on her face that she feared that's all I have to offer. Cause she's right. When she had talked about the clothes in the wardrobe. I was amused by her wrong conclusion and right assumption about me.Maybe I did sleep around with girls who were ready to offer their body to me anywhere, at anytime, but not a single one got to live with me. Infact, Jenna was the only one who got to sleep overnight. I never allowed such until her, because she was that good on bed, too bad, she had to go.I had come straight to hell the moment I left her room. I might have missed the old man and I know he certainly missed my tortures. "Your wounds are healing and I don't like that." I tell him, running my thumb on the sharp knife which I usually use on people w