ALEXANDER POV 

"Ti avevo detto di non drogarla, stronzo"  I yelled to the man standing in-front of me 

 I told you not to drug her you asshole

He was practically shaking in his pants. I wanted to blow is brains out right then and there. 

how could he defy my orders? 

"Mi dispiace capo ma lei era in un club ho dovuto drogare il suo inglese" he quickly explained apologizing continuously

    I'm sorry boss, but she was in a club, I had to drug her

Does he think I fucking care whether she was in a club or not? I wanted to bring her here without traumatizing her. its the least I can do knowing what she's truly here for. 

"la prossima volta che infrangerai la mia regola ti taglierò la testa"  I yelled pusing him to the flor 

  next time you go against my rule, I will cut your head off

Continuously nodding he thanked me for my mercy upon him 

" get out of my face " I scoffed seeing him quickly  crawl out of my presence 

Sitting down on the couch sighing I turned on the TV about to see if this girl was anywhere on the news. 

One of my maids suddenly walked in making sure to bow before she spoke to me 

" she's awake " the woman informed me bowing one last time before leaving 

Getting up quickly from the couch I headed up the stairs towards the room I placed her in 

                                                           ᴱ ᴸ ᴵ ᶻ ᴬ ᴮ ᴱ ᵀ ᴴ

I sat eating my strawberries watching the woman clean my room. 

I know, how could I possibly eat right know knowing that I got kidnapped and I'm now in a room not knowing where I am? 

Eating is the way I handle stress, Its either that or biting my nails, and since I have fake nails on it was no use. 

looking around I tried to see if there was any air vents that I could clime through for my escape whenever this lady decided to leave.

the room was like a box with windows that are shut from the outside . in other words I was fucked.

the lady who was cleaning the room genuinely looked happy in what she was doing. 

she was humming and smiling as she did her job. It got me thinking who was the owner of this place and  if he was such a nice person to have such a happy worker. 

hearing the door knob turn, I looked towards the door seeing a tattooed man walk in, fuck it was the same one from the basement.

 My stomach turned   

Taking a deep breath the food felt like it was about to come back up. 

I ran to the  bathroom that woman was now cleaning bending my head over the toilet. I was so fucking nervous I vomited, can you believe this shit? 

"stai bene?" I heard the woman gasped as she held my hair back from mixing with my vomit

   are you okay?

After what seems like forever I was finally able to to get up from the toilet, washing my mouth with water. 

 I found that the woman was rubbing my back to comfort me. I apricated her kind gesture but with that guy still present in the room I have no intention of being comfortable 

"pensi che abbia bisogno di un dottore"? I heard the lady asked looking over to the tattooed man 

do you think she needs a doctor

The man shook his head leaning on the door frame folding his arms " no"

"Well a least I understood one thing" I thought to myself truing off the tap.

Looking over to the man my whole body started shaking, my father always say's that the one with the most tattoos are the most dangerous, and frankly he had hundreds, if not thousands.

Jotting his head to the side the woman nodded leaving me alone with this psycho in the room. 

" am I that disgusting to you to make you want to vomit when you see me?" he asked standing up straight pushing his hands in his pockets

I smiled. it wasn't meant to come off like I was happy , but It did and I immediately  went serious after. one thing I learned form watching all of those serial killer documentary is to never laugh at the person who is about to kill you. And from the looks of his face, it was no doubt that he wanted to kill me. 

his serious poker face stare deeply into my soul, I could tell her was not fond of my smile 

" I'm s-sorry" I apologized. it was the best thing I could say to reduce the tension in the bathroom 

still no response from him I decided  to not make eye contact anymore. My eyes were now focused on the floor for a solid thirty seconds before he spoke... 

" I'm glad you have a sense of humor miss Clark " he broke the silence walking away from the bathroom door into the room.

For one , how the hell did he know my name?, and two if he meant that as a joke why the hell didn't he smile?

I didn't respond , I just followed behind him to the bed room 

With him already seated on the bed end, I folded my arms trying to study his face, dark brown eyes, sharp jaw line, straight nose, hot lips the perfect chin. OK he's perfect

" why am I here?"  I asked swallowing heavily afraid to hear the answer. maybe he would say something easy, I mean how bad could it be.?

" to kill someone" 

" what"? I choked with a widen eye.

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