(Zale Weylyn's House👆🏼)

My head throbbed along with my body, groaning I rolled over in the bed.

What the hell happened? Did dad find me outside that club last night after the fight? Only that would explain why I was in a comfortable bed.

My eyes fluttered opened and I frowned at the chandelier hanging above me. This is not my home, my room doesn't have a freaking chandelier.

I looked around the room, the creame walls and white and greyish interior. Did he fucking kidnap me?!

Well, he wasn't going to drop you off at home either.

I quickly got up walked to the windows and ripped open the curtains, the sun shone directly at me. And according to what it looked like, the windows looked over the front of the house, a number of cars parked at a distance.

Aargh! I tried pushing against the windows but they were sealed shut. I need to find a way out but first, I need to freshen up.

I found a door leading to the bathroom and once I looked into the mirror, I gasped cause I wasn't wearing the dress I wore last night, instead I wore a plain black t shirt and a pair of leggings. My holster, my gun, my daggers, everything was gone. What the actual fuck! I swear he is going to die for changing my clothes.

I took some deep breaths to calm myself down and got freshened up and brushed my teeth finding a new brush in the drawer. Kidnapped or not, I won't roam around without brushing my teeth.

Once I was done, I went over to the other door and grabbing its handle tried pushing it open and to my surprise, it was unlocked.

Is this some type of a trick?

No. It wasn't because that fucker knew there's no way I will be able to escape even if I got out of the room cause this house was freaking huge. I just didn't know where to go.

But I am not going to give up. I wandered around, trying to remember each way and soon, I found the stairs leading down.

Fucking finally.

But I stopped the moment I was about to climb down cause I heard some voices coming from downstairs.

Pressing myself against the wall, I glanced down. I could see the living room, huge black couches were placed, floor to ceiling windows and there in the middle sat my kidnapper, shirtless, leaning back against the couch.

Tattoos swirled across his right forearm, random ones and then right near his heart two smaller ones, which looked like names. And for the first time I saw his hand without the gloves, he wore rings in his index, middle and ring fingers in both the hands.

Another man sat next to him and he was re stitching the wound on his shoulder. I smirked knowing it was me who stabbed him.

But who is this man? Is he... Maverick? The one dad and Dane met the other day? Who cares.

Zale's jaw was clenched and he looked to be in pain which he was trying to hide. Not so strong now.

When he was done stitching, Zale let out a deep sigh and the other guy wiped away the excess blood and bandaged it.

"Try giving your shoulder some rest if you don't want it to reopen once again." He scolded him and Zale rolled his eyes and got up.

What am I supposed to do? Go down and confront him? Or stay in the room? Definitely the former.

I took a deep breath, straightened my shoulders and walked downstairs with confident steps.

That caught their attention as their head snapped to me but they didn't look shocked or angry, they both had a neutral expression on their faces.

Zale picked up a white shirt lying on the couch and started to wear it casually completely ignoring me while the other guy helped him wear it.

As he started to button it up, his lifted his head and his gaze clashed with mine as I walked towards him. I hate how his stare can cause goosebumps to arise on your body cause his stare is always so intense, whatever emotions his face is void of could be clearly seen in his eyes. And currently his eyes were filled with some anger and some deep and fervent emotion.

He might be angry with me but I was super angry. I stood infront of him. "Who the fuck gave you the permission to change my clothes?!" And my hand shot forward to shove him or punch him but before I could touch him, the other guy grabbed my wrist tightly.

"Don't you dare hurt him again." He warned, glaring at me.

Giving him a scowl, I turned my hand and moving backwards, twisted his arm and broke free of his hold making him wince.

"Don't fucking touch me again." I growled.

He was about to attack again, I had pissed him off but Zale spoke up. "Maverick. Let it be." Still glaring at me, he took a step back.

So, I was right. This is Maverick.

"You!" I pointed at Zale accusingly. "I swear I am going to chop of your hands for changing my clothes--"

"I am not interested in changing your clothes. My maid did." The calmness and coldness in his tone chilled me to my bones.

I internally sighed in relief.

"Where's my gun and my daggers? And why the fuck am I here?"

"I guess you are smart enough to understand why you are here. Unless and untill you father doesn't give me Alaska, you won't leave."

I scoffed. "You aren't getting anything."

"Then you will stay here for the rest of your life."

"No you won't! Fucking let me leave or you will have a war at your doorstep!"

This time he took a challenging step forward. "Really? Is your father stupid enough to start a war knowing I have you? Knowing I can kill you the moment he tries something? He surely loves you that much, doesn't he?"

I gritted my teeth. Fuck. He had a point.

My hand ached to punch him hard but I am afraid without any weapon I will lose considering there's two of them. No. I will have to work smartly.

I folded my arms across my chest. "If you have kidnapped me then why keep me in a room instead of a dungeon?"

He looked clearly bored by this conversation and he blinked slowly and keeping his eyes on me, he said to his brother, "Maverick. Lock her in the dungeon."

And Maverick being a loyal dog grabbed my shoulders and started pulling me back.

Zale started to fold his sleeves. "I was trying to make your stay here comfortable but you don't seem to like that."

"NO!" I tried to break free. "Stop it! I am not going to be locked in a fucking dungeon! I swear to God I am going to make your life a living hell!"

And I brought my elbow backwards and jabbed Maverick in his chest making him grunt and his grip around my shoulders loosened enough for me to break free.

Zale gave him a look that made him pause and he came closer to me and gripped my jaw firmly. "You are my captive here yet I am giving you a choice; either behave and live in the room or I will lock you up in the dungeon along with the rats."

And I did what I felt like doing. I spat on his face. "Fuck you!" His eyes shut firmly and he wiped his face with his other hand.

With his eyes still closed, he said, "Maverick."

And Maverick locked both my hands behind my back and started to drag me to the dungeon I guess.

Oh God. There must be rats and all types of insects and it would be dark and scary. No. No.

"Wait! Fine!" I shouted. "I'll behave! Let me go!" That was a lie. I won't behave but there's no way I am staying in the dungeon.

Maverick continued dragging me while I protested and I kept staring at Zale hoping he changes his mind. "I said I'll behave!"

We were almost at the stairs leading downstairs to the dungeon and I thrashed, shouting and cursing.

"For fuck sake!" Zale snapped finally. "Take her upto the room and lock her there."

Thank fucking God.

So Maverick dragged me up the stairs and to the room I woke up in and shoved me inside and locked the door.

Behave my ass. Like I told him, I am going to make his life a living hell and then find my way out of here and maybe even kill him.

I took a few seconds to calm down after all my throat felt a little sore having shouted so much.

My stomach growled and I groaned in frustration. Not the time stomach. We are fucking kidnapped, food is not the priority here.

I looked around the room and started to search the drawers in the nightstand hoping to find something but who am I kidding...he isn't stupid enough to leave me here with a weapon.

"Aargh!" I tugged at my hair. I won't let him keep me here. Never.

I can't be his captive.

Chapter completion on: 7/6/22
Published on: 25/6/22