It has been three days since the incident and I was feeling much better. My cheek was no longer swollen and it did not hurt when I moved my mouth anymore.

I haven't seen Emilio since he had checked on me the night of incident. Breakfast, lunch and dinner were taken to me by a maid, which made me very confused. Because if I remembered correctly Emilio had made it clear that I would prepare his meals.

I was starting to think that he wasn't as bad as I thought. He hasn't bothered me since the incident and I think he was concerned about my well-being at one point, but I couldn't be sure.

I wasn't going to let my guard down because he fed me soup, because anyone could have done that. The fact that he hasn't been demanding me to do any of his ridiculous task doesn't mean that he's changed, I would rather like to think that he was waiting until I was better to work me to death.

Fingers crossed he wouldn't need me to today. Maybe I could pretend to have a headache or something so that he wouldn't bother me.

I was lying in bed trying to come up with a reasonable excuse, if I would ever need one to get out of doing anything today.

Just then there was a knock on the door. I told whoever was on the other side to come in and a maid walked in and told me that the young master was requesting my presence in the kitchen. I nodded as a way to let her know that I heard her and she left.

"Ugh" I screamed into a pillow.

I swear he could read minds.

How did he even know that I was better? I thought.

Then it was like a light bulb went off in my head and the answer came to mind.

The maids.

Of course it was the maids. They were the only ones that had been in my room since the incident. They would come to clean the room and change my bandage.

I guess they were also in here to report back to their boss of my well-being.

Groaning in annoyance, I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to do my morning routine.

I pulled on shorts and a t-shirt, along with sneakers and made my way to the kitchen. Walking inside I cleared my throat to announce my presence.

There he was sitting at his usual seat at the table by the window.

"Your highness" I bowed dramatically in mock praise.

"How may I help you?" I asked sarcastically.

"Glad to see that your brain still works. You have training today and I'm waiting on my breakfast" he said with a smug look on his face.

I was walking over to the fridge when what he said registered in my brain.

"Wait... training? Why would I need to train?" I asked confused.

"I can't have you going inside a club with armed men and not know how to defend yourself" he shrugged nonchalantly.

So he actually cared about me staying alive, I thought.

"Yeah but, if the plan went sideways and I'm killed, then that would be one less problem off your hands" I replied, trying to gauge his reaction.

"I'm the only one who will kill you and until then, you can continue to breath."

Ok, so that wasn't the reply I was hoping to get, but what else could I expect. He didn't care about me; he just wanted to make sure that he was the one that killed me.

Somehow what we had done in his office a few days ago did not affect me, because I was used to his hot and cold attitude now.

All the time I was preparing his breakfast, I glared holes in the back of his head. When I was done, I prepared him a plate and took it to him, and then prepared a plate for myself.

I sat down at my usual seat across from him and ate in silence, as he focused on something on his phone.

It was always quiet and awkward eating with him, but I always managed to push through and enjoy my meal.

Think positive thoughts and not focus on him, I always told myself.

Think positive-

"I'M BACK!" I heard a female voice exclaimed from the kitchen doorway.

Turning my head in the direction of the doorway, I was met with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

She had shiny black hair that flowed down her back in waves. Anyone would be envious of that hair. She had hazel eyes, straight nose, high cheek bones and full lips. She had curves in all the right places and the skinny jeans, black cropped top, leather jacket and boots made her look badass.

She was the definition of perfection. I looked over to where Emilio was sitting and saw that he was looking at her and that made me a little jealous of her.

Why was I jealous of her?

It's not like he was my man or anything. I didn't like him like that. So why did I feel jealous that his attention was solely on her and not me.

What was wrong with me?

I don't like him.

I don't like him, I chanted over and over again in my head. But that still did not make this feeling go away.

Jealousy.

It was the worst feeling ever.

"It's a good thing that you're here. I want you to train her" he said gesturing to me.

"Whos this?" she asked skeptically.

"My new recruit" he said getting up and leaving me with her.

He did not just abandon me with her.

Asshole.

"Hi" I waved awkwardly, with a nervous smile.

"Get changed" was her short reply.

"For what?"

"Your training" she replied in a duh tone.

Oh right.

She was walking away from me, when she came to a halt and looked over her shoulder.

"Meet me outside when youre done" she called over her shoulder.

I couldn't help, but stare at her perfect ass as she walked away. Every single part of her was perfect.

I started comparing myself to her in my head as I went to my room to get changed.

Jealousy really drives people insane, because right now I was driving myself insane.

Fuck.

I got inside my room and went straight to the closet. I still had no idea how he knew my size. I haven't seen half of the clothes inside here, never really took the time out to go through them and I don't know if I ever will.

Grabbing yoga pants, sports bra and trainers; I quickly changed and took a look at myself in the mirror.

I took a good look at myself in the mirror. I looked ok and that made me frown.

I can't keep comparing myself to her, or else I'd drive myself crazy.

Shaking my head as a way to also get her out of my head, I made my way downstairs. I passed a few guys on my way outside that were checking me out.

Knowing that other guys were checking me out didn't make me feel as average as I had a moment ago.

I walked outside and took the few steps down to stand on the driveway, but she wasn't here. The only people out here were the guards. I looked at them and none of them paid any attention to me, except for one, who was looking at me strangely.

I quickly looked away as a shiver ran down my spine. Well, that was weird.

I heard the door slam shut, so I focused my attention on the entrance of the house. There she was, looking like a model. She was wearing yoga pants, sports bra and trainers, showing off her toned body.

I hugged myself suddenly self-conscious. I was never one for exercise. I would always say to myself that rushing about taking customers' orders was enough exercise. Standing here looking at here, I wish I had thrown on a t-shirt over the sports bra I was wearing.

She walked up to me and told me to follow her.

"So, new recruit huh?" I just nodded, lost for words even though what she was saying wasn't the truth.

"Are you dating my brother?" she asked bluntly.

I stop in my tracks after hearing her question.

Brother?

She was his sister?

I was jealous over his sister?

I wanted to smack myself for jumping to conclusion so quickly. Here I was ready to hate her over a man that wasn't mine, when she was his fucking sister.

Well, now that I looked at her, I could see the resemblance. They really had some good genes in their family, because they both looked good.

"No" I answered with a blush coating my cheeks.

"So why are you here?" she asked with curiosity.

"Um..." was my only reply.

How could I tell her that her brother kidnapped me?

"You're Layla right?"

"Uh, yeah"

How did she know my name?

"Oh, so you are the girl I've heard so much about. I heard that you've been giving my brother hell and I must say I'm glad that you're not throwing yourself at him like all those other bimbos he's brought here" she said with a genuine smile.

"Thanks?" I answered making it seem more like a question.

"By the way, I'm Emma. Emma Moretti" she continued still smiling.

"Layla, Layla Smith. But I guess you already knew that" I replied with a smile of my own. She nodded, confirming what I already knew.

"Okay. Let's begin"