Chapter 4- Simone
One thing was for fucking sure…the next time I saw Albert I was going to kick his ass my damn self. He had disrupted my peace for the very last time.
I was done with my brother.
I’d been kidnapped.
Kidnapped by a monster.
One minute I’d been checking my mail and thinking about what I was going to make for dinner after a short day at my shop and the next I was being held at gunpoint. And it was all because of Albert.
I wanted to scream.
I wanted to break shit.
I wanted to shoot, Albert and this deranged ass Russian.
Why had I begged for my life? Why hadn’t I taken the gun and shot Albert for him?
Because he’s your family, the thought twisted around in my mind.
I starred around the room that the Vicious Beast, as I had nick-named him almost immediately in my mind, had shown me to. It was decorated in deep red hues and black. It looked like something out of a magazine. I was sitting in the same clothes I had arrived in on the bed that was placed up against a wall. My cellphone had been confiscated the moment we’d stepped foot in the dark and dreary cave that he called home. It had to be a mansion on the outskirts of Chicago.
The curtains were drawn so tight not even an inch of sunlight was coming in. The only words that had left his lips while he had scowled at me were that the bedroom was mine. That there was clothing in the walk-in closet and to dress for dinner.
Then he had shoved me inside and pushed the door closed.
The sound of his footsteps falling away as he’d left me alone, made me feel fearful. I had no idea what he had planned for me. I only knew that dropping down to my knees had saved my life.
A knock shattered my thoughts like a glass bottle meeting concrete. I bit my lip and offered a small, “Come in.”
I came face to face with a young kid, who kind of reminded me of Albert. They had the same dirty blond hair, right down to a few curls. He seemed shy but then cleared his throat and spoke. “Ma’am, Lucien requests your presence for dinner.”
“What?”
“Dinner, ma’am. He wants you there, now.”
“Tell Lucien, he can eat his dinner in hell, where he belongs…and most assuredly, without me,” I rolled my arms and crossed my arms.
He said I had to be here; he didn’t say anything about having to eat with him. And who even knew how long I was going to be in this fucking place.
The boy in the doorway sighed. “Ma’am…please.”
The way he said it reminded me of Albie so damn much.
I snapped, “Fine. Lead the way.”
The boy’s features seemed to relax and I followed him out of the room. He was quiet the rest of the way down and left my side once I was in the dining room. There was a huge table with food prepared already. A housekeeper was seemingly running away from the scene. I supposed the Vicious Beast scared the fuck out of her.
Well, he didn’t scare me.
I could feel his eyes burning a hole into my body, roaming over my body. From the corner of my eye, I could see him lick his lips. A chill rode itself over my flesh and I could feel the hairs stand up on my arms. I rubbed at them to get the feeling to go away.
“I see you didn’t change for dinner as I asked,” he growled from the head of the table.
My eyes finally darted to him. “Didn’t feel like it.”
“It’s interesting, Little Angel…you seem to think you have a choice in things. Let me correct you. Nothing is a choice anymore. What you were, down to where you go…it’s no longer a choice.”
