Noah's POV

"Well, that ending sucked," I complained to myself before I closed the book. I didn't know how many books I've read in my 17 years of living, but it could fill a library.

I carefully tossed the book over to my pile before my name was called. "Noah," my head popped up at the sound of my fathers voice, confusion overwhelmed me wondering why he was awake.

Spending your nights in Casinos, gambling while drunk, tends to drain your energy quite quickly. So, it was acceptable for me to question why he was awake at the same time of the sun.

I pushed myself up from my swing and headed towards the sliding glass door. I kicked the deflated soccer ball to the side before I stepped inside.

"There's leftovers in the refrigerator if you're hungry," I spoke, I looked up to see my father, but he was not standing alone. A man and a woman stood by his side.

The woman's dark hair was pulled back leaving two curled strands on either side of her structured face. Her dark brown eyes were emphasized by her long dark eyelashes.

She wore a white lace top matched with a peach pencil skirt that outlined her figure. With one hand, she held onto a black clutch while the other hand latched onto the mans elbow.

While the woman's eyes were brown, the mans eyes were an illuminating green. I didn't know how old he was just by looking, but he seemed as if he was fresh out of college. Hence the fact he was wearing a black and white suit.

I finally met the woman eyes again, just to see a sudden smile go across her face. "My heavens, you're gorgeous, love," she beamed, I wanted to reply, but I didn't know how. "I can't explain my excitement for when we pick out your wedding dress."

"I'm sorry," I chuckled, I shook my head followed by my eyebrows raising. "A wedding dress?"

"Well, silly, that's what you wear when you get married," she replied, my smirk slightly faltered as I looked over her serious expression.

"Are you on drugs, lady?" Her sweet smile stayed, but it disappeared from her eyes.

"Did you not inform her of the plan?" The man spoke up for the first time, his green eyes glued on my father.

"What plan?" I said through my teeth, my eyes averted over to my father. "What'd you do?" His expression never faltered as his eyes stared into mine. A snap coming from the man took my attention from my father.

"Wait in the car," the man told the woman, she nodded in obedience  before walking away. As she walked out, two guys walked in.

"No, no, I'm sorry, there's been some kind of mistake," I stammered over my words, my throat began to sting with every escaping word. I looked over at my drunk father. "Don't do this." I backed away from the two men approaching me.

My path was blocked once I backed into someone else, arms wrapped around my waist and I cried out.

I was spun around to a black suit and then tossed over a shoulder like a sack of potatoes. I kicked my feet and flailed my arms in attempt to get loose, but I was failing miserably.

"Goodbye, Mr. Love," I heard the man reply casually over my screams of disapproval.

"Daddy, please!" I yelled, the man who was carrying me never slowed his steps despite my kicks and punches. "You can't let them do this, you bastard!" I was tossed lazily into the backseat of a SUV at the end of my cry.

I scrambled up from my spot and scurried to the other side, I opened the door, but only to have it slammed back. A man stood in front of it and I balled my hands up in tight fists.

I banged on the window repeatedly, but it only made pain shoot through my aching fists. "I'll do anything! Don't make me go, please!"

The man moved from my door, but we moved before I could attempt to escape. "Love," a soft voice came from behind me, I hesitated before I looked over at the woman. "You're just upsetting your throat, darling. Ease your throat with a bit of water?" She held up a bottle of water, but my jaw clenched and I slapped the bottle from her fingertips.

"Don't," I said through gritted teeth. I turned away from her to the window, where I watched my life being ripped from my fingertips.

*

When we arrived to the house, it was huge and gorgeous. The inside was just the same, the stairs were spiral and I could hear faint classical music playing.

They just took me upstairs and put me in a room, it was plain as a crazy room. As soon as they left, I checked the door, but as suspected, it was locked. I turned to see two windows, which were completely impossible to open.

My heart pounded against my chest and my breathing sped up, this can't be happening. How was I gonna marry someone I've never even seen? This is book crap, not real life.

I soon curled up in the window and just watched out it, at least it had a nice view. A couple tears slipped from my eyes, but I was quick to wipe them away.

I soon heard the door knob jiggle, but I didn't move from where I was. It opened and I jumped slightly holding back a gasp that rested in my throat.

"Ms. Noah," a soft voice said. "I brought some belongings of yours." I looked to see who it was, it was a young woman in a maids outfit. She had a bag and she waited for me to come to her, but I didn't move from the window. "Well, Harry is preparing dinner, Madam Collins has asked me to have you ready by 6. You will be meeting Master Braxton."

"I'm not going anywhere, I don't belong here," I said and looked back out the window.

"You'll be taken care of here," she said. "Master Braxton has a bit of a temper, but it's easy to get use too."

"It doesn't matter," I said. "I'm not staying here." She was suddenly beside me and I looked up at her brown eyes. She took my hand easily and eased me from my solid spot.

"I will have you be looking like a princess in no time," she said with a smile and sat me down on a stool. She went to the closet and came back with a black box. She opened it revealing make up and girl stuff.

She brushed through my long brown hair and I kept blowing it from my face. She done my makeup and she laid out clothes for me. She had a room divider and I went behind it. I stripped from my clothes and put on the clothes she suggested.

I walked out and she nodded, I sighed as I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize myself. I wore jeans and T-shirts, that's what I could afford. This wasn't my taste.

"Come now, it's 5 till," she said and I let her lead me downstairs. I saw Mr. and Mrs. Collins.

"You look gorgeous," Mrs. Collins said and I looked away.

"You're suppose to say thank you," Mr. Collins said.

"This is kidnapping, you can't take my life from me," I said.

"It's not with your parents consent," he said.

"My dad is drunk all the time, he doesn't know," I cried, I suddenly heard a door open and my bones just locked in place.

A young guy walked in and I knew this couldn't be it, he was too old.

"Kal, if you can take Noah to the penthouse, we would appreciate it," Mrs. Collins said.

"She's got an attitude," he said.

"Why don't I kidnap you and see if you're the happiest person on earth?" I shot at him, but his expression didn't change.

"You'll be staying in the penthouse with Braxton," Mr. Collins said.

"You can force me to be here, but you can't force me to do anything," I said.

"Well, I'm not a violent person," Kal said and headed for the stairs before he turned back around. "Willingly or not, you're leaving this house."

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My elbow rested on the door and my head rested in my hand, my eyes were focused out the window looking at the sky.

Obviously I lost the fight not to leave, I saw it was no point to fight when I knew who was gonna win.

The car was silent, not even music played in the darkness. When we got to our destination, he parked the car and got out. I got out and I noticed he didn't have my bag.

"My stuff," I said, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me along. "Your grip." It didn't loosen any until we got into the huge building, a man behind the desk looked up and I looked at him with desperate eyes. He looked back down and I tried not to scream bloody murder.

He pulled me to the elevator and pressed a button as the doors closed. I tried not to look obvious as I looked around for any kind of weapon. Then my eyes landed on the gun tucked in his side.

"Don't worry, I can't kill you," he spoke up making me jump. "But I can't say the same for Braxton." The doors opened and he walked out, I didn't move and he looked at me. "Either you can walk or I'll drag you by your hair." I walked out from the elevator and he walked alongside of me.

He stopped at a room and he fumbled in his pocket for what I was guessing was the key. I looked down the hall and I thought of running.

"I wouldn't do it if I were you," he said and the door opened, he pushed me in and walked in. His hand on my lower back led me in further and my heart pounded against my chest.

I walked down three steps and into a huge kitchen, a boy was sitting at the table eating cereal, Lucky Charms. His head popped up and looked at us.

His green eyes were the first thing that popped out to me, his dark eyelashes long and his jaw structured. I could see where he got it from.

"Hey Chico," he said.

"Kal," he corrected.

"Take her upstairs, lock her in the room," he said. "I don't have time to chase some brat."

"You can't do that," I said as I struggling from Kal's grip. "I don't even want to marry you."

"The feeling is mutual," he said. "I'll be in later to feed you."

"Stop talking to me like I'm some dog," I said as my throat burned and his grip tightened on the spoon.

"Get her out of my sight, she can fucking starve for all I care," he said through his teeth and Kal dragged me upstairs. He opened a room and pushed me in, I stumbled and then looked back at him.

"You can't do this to me!" I yelled and he chuckled and shut the door as I ran to it. I punched it as I heard the lock click. "You can't do this to me!" I panted as I backed away from it and I shook my head.

I turned around and I looked around the room, it was pretty big to be an apartment room. There was a king bed in the middle of the wall, it had a side table and a lamp. The room was pretty bare, the prettiest thing was the view. It was of Los Angeles and was gorgeous.

It had a new room smell, not my room smell. The faint smell of my Bath&Body works perfume or of honey for some odd reason. I had no clothes with me or my stuff, I was locked in a room and trapped with some mad butthole.

I was exhausted but I wouldn't dare let my guard down, I walked over to the view and looked out the window.

*

I was sitting in the corner staring out the window when I heard the knob rattle on the door.

"Damn door," I heard muffled through the door and I scrambled up as the door opened. Braxton walked in holding a box of pizza, but I kept glued in my spot. "I brought some pizza, I don't know how much you eat. Telling by how little you are, not much I guess." I kept my lips glued together and I looked away.

"I'm not hungry," I said, as much as I attempt to steady my voice, it croaked.

"Don't tell me you're one of those girls," he replied lazily, I turned my head back his way.

"I'm not one of those girls," I shot back. "I don't trust what you might've put in it." He tossed the pizza on the bed and let out an angry breath.

"So I'm nice enough to buy you a damn pizza and you're gonna be an ungrateful bitch?" He snapped, my mouth gaped in shock and I turned away. "Oh my god, I'm gonna break this lamp if you cry."

"I don't wanna be here,"

"You rather be in a town where no one loves you?" He asked and I turned to him. "You're dad didn't waste a second to sign that paper."

"So you think taking my life from me solves everything?" I asked. "You know nothing about me and you talk to me like I'm below you-"

"Well that's because you are," he said bluntly. "I'm rich, you're poor. If it was the old times, you'd be a peasant and I'd be a king."

"I need clothes," I said changing the subject. "I can't sleep in this."

"Well, my plan was to take you shopping but I don't trust you not to try and escape," he said. "Those grey eyes say it all." I blinked looking away.

"Well, I could break the window and jump out of it," I suggested.

"That's wonderful idea and I support it completely, but the window is bullet proof," he replied swiftly and with a smirk. I turned away from him again, looking back out the window.

"Just get me clothes and let me sleep," I said sharp.

"Yeah, I'm gonna let you have an attempt number two of how that sentence really needs to go," he said and I looked at him.

"Can you please get me some clothes?" I asked.

"See, that's better," he said. "You can eat the pizza or I'll throw it away, doesn't make a difference to me." He walked out and I heard the door click. I heard his footsteps fade and I walked to the pizza box. My stomach growled just smelling it, I opened the box and I grabbed a piece. I smelled it and it smelled regular, I took a bite and sighed from the explosion of flavor in my mouth. I was mid-chew when the door opened again.

"Why don't you knock?" I asked low. "I could've been changing."

"Well," he said throwing clothes on the bed. "There's something called a honeymoon we go on after our wedding." I looked at the clothes. "Get changed, I'll send some of my girls to get you new clothes tomorrow." He walked out and I heard the door lock again.

I stripped from my clothes and I put on the pajamas. My throat burned and tears blurred my vision, I bit back the sob as I sat on the bed. I covered my mouth and bent over as I tried to stay quiet.

I couldn't get married and I wasn't going to.

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If you are not familiar with me, I'm Jessica and I call you my penguin ducks. Yes, I mistaken one duck for a penguin and you get labeled for life.

Anywhore, back to book. Did you like how I started it? I'm trying to make Noah a good girl, but I keep rubbing off on her.

Also let me clear this up, THIS HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THE MAFIAS DAUGHTER, BRAXTON COLLINS IS REUSED. Now that's out of the way, go back to my inside voice.

So, this book will be on hold, but I might squeeze in updates. You guys know I'm not organized, if you don't, I'm not organized.

Now that I have wasted your time as you have read this boring authors note, you may continue with your life.

Oh and I need a cover, because the one I made is desperate. My cover person can't make me one so I'm stuck.

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