I pinched my nail until it began to bleed. I'd been awake since I was dropped here, afraid of closing my eyes and be murdered while I slept.

I wanted to be alone, I wanted an outburst of my thoughts, I wanted to convince myself that there were possible ways I could have avoided this kidnap.

My mind wandered to Rachelle. Was she home yet? It had been atleast three hours since the sun rise.

I rose my already bleeding nail to my lips and sucked on my blood. I tried to imagine what Rachelle would do when she reached the house and realize I was gone. Kidnap wouldn't come to her mind because the house was left in such a good state.

I was still in my black bra and jeans it was uncomfortable but  it was all I got except I wanted to put on the sweater that reminded me of the dark smelly abandoned warehouse.

I hadn't stepped into the bathroom ever since Jovani left, believe me I wanted to but I didn't want to imagine what could happen if I stepped into the bathroom to bath, naked. I was expecting the unexpected, to put it lightly, I was frightened of my environment and all that could happen within it.

Eventually, I began to feel uncomfortable in my own skin as I sucked up my nervousness and walked to a white cupboard by the wall. Luckily it had a white towel and a bathrobe. I could use the towel while in the bathroom then wear the bathrobe when I came out. I twitched my lips as I pulled out the the white towel and walked to the bathroom.

I let the hot water fill up the tub as I began taking off my bra, once done I made for my jeans which I experienced a little difficulty rolling it off my round butt. By the time I was done undressing, the water had reached halfway. That was good enough.

I put my right feet first to test the water, a refreshing feeling followed it.

I couldn't help but moan as my whole body dipped into the water, I had missed this. It was refreshing and calmed my nerves. There were lavender essence soaps and shampoos which I made use of and by the time I was done, I felt so refreshed that I began to feel sleepy.

I walked into the bedroom, the white towel wrapped around me, firmly covering my chest, my long hair dripping wet.

I immediately stopped in my tracks as a look of horror engulfed me.

Standing in the room, leaning on the four poster bed with that familiar devilish look in his fog grey eyes was the don.

My face turned pale as my breathing became unsteady. Why was he here now of all times? Why was he here when I was half naked in a towel that stopped way above my knees especially my thighs? What did he want?

“What do you want?...” I trailed off as my eyes caught him scanning me from head to toe, he had a hooded expression in his eyes as he walked a step closer.

Subconsciously, I moved a step backward. My hands were placed on a small part of the towel on my chest and I could feel my irregular heartbeat.

“I don't need your permission to enter any room in my house Ms. Molina.” His deep voice spoke and I could feel my cheeks heat up.

“Please leave. I want to change.” I tried to keep my voice as firm as possible. His gaze shifted round the room till it met mine again.

“into what?” He rose his brows at me as I bit my lips. My eyes left his and wandered to the floor.

“Open the wardrobe.” he instructed walking to the bed.

I could take all the time in the world to question why he hadn't left yet but instead I walked to the wardrobe and pulled it open.

I gasped in amazement as my eyes traced the gorgeous clothes in it. A few minutes ago, all this wardrobe held was a towel and a bathrobe.

It had all sorts of gorgeous clothing but non of them were my style, they were all summer gowns whereas I preferred hoodies, jeans and joggers even in spring.

A small smile lay on my face as I picked out a beautiful yellow gown with designs of pink flowers decorating it. It was a little above knee length and had tiny beads on the spaghetti strap.

This.

I think to myself as I make my way towards the bathroom, I hold my breath as I walk towards it, hoping and praying that he wouldn't call me back.

“Where do you think you're going?”

Shit!

I curse inwardly as I freeze.

Where does he think I'm going? Does he seriously expect me to change here? He must be joking right? Please let him be joking.

“Im going to get dressed.” I say, still backing him, there was no way I'm going to let him see me naked, no man has ever seen me naked and I intend to keep it that way for a while.

“Get dressed here.” I hear his feet tapping slowly on the tiled floor. My heart paused for a second as I gulped down.

No..

No..

This wasn't happening!

Slowly, I turned away from the bathroom door to stare him, the boss in his eyes. “I- I can't get dressed here.” I gripped the towel tighter. I breathe came in small pants as I watched him get off the bed chuckling wickedly.

It was the first time I caught a glimpse of his teeth, his canines were slightly longer than the rest of his teeth making it resemble that of a vampire.

“You're not in a position to refuse Ms. Molina. I own you,” he folded his arms as I stared at him with unsure eyes. “Take off the towel.”

I opened my mouth to speak but no words fell out. I was short of words, having no response to what he just said. I just know that I couldn't strip.

Seconds had passed and I was still standing frozen, how would I take off my towel in front of a man so evil, a man so vicious, an enemy of me father.

I shook my head aggressively as I shut my eyes tight. I just couldn't.

“Im still waiting Ms. Molina. You don't want to see me impatient.”

“I won't do it! You can't make me!” I spat out bitterly at him.

He cocked his brows with a smirk which just seemed to annoy me more. It was hard to apprehend what was going on in that wicked mind of his.

“Io posso” he declared. I hated it whenever he spoke that foreign language because I couldn't understand it. Why couldn't he just speak English all the time?

“You know Rachelle Bennett?” I tensed up once I heard Elle's name. Why couldn't it just be between the two of us? Why did he have to bring my best friend into this?

He chuckled, obviously liking my reaction to his words. He knew it affected me and he was going to use it against me. “What about Ricardo? Laura? Denise? Noah?”

He called the names of my coworkers and friends, people who I loved and have always been there for me throughout the years. He dare not bring them into this.

“Leave them out!” I yelled as my eyes watered.

“You see, Ms. Molina. That's in your hand. You either do what I command of you or let the people you love die.” His voice was quiet and calm.

He sat back on the bed and crossed his long legs while leaning his hands backward on the bed. His physique was beautifully carved by God himself and he wore a stoned expression.

“Go on Ms. Molina. The choice is yours.”

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