It was day two of being trapped in Jace’s bedroom.
I was bored. Bored out of my mind. I had walked around, sat on the floor, watched as many movies as I possibly could.
Every ti I tried to give the guards an excuse for to leave the room, they always used to co up with an annoying solution.
Like when I said I needed to go down to the gym and workout. They gave a gym mat and an iPad filled with ho workout tutorials. I was furious. So furious I wanted to break sothing which was very unlike .
Out of curiosity as well as boredom, I decided to look around the room. I had been too scared to snoop around but now that I was stuck, I decided to open all the drawers I could find.
I checked the ones by my side of the bed and his. There was nothing out of the ordinary there. It was just different random stuff like journals I was too scared to open. Pens, passports and condoms and a stained white handkerchief that I wondered if it was stained by blood or just red wine.
There was nothing out of the ordinary until I got to the middle drawer on his side of the bed. It seed to be locked.
I searched everywhere I could for the key to open it. I did not want to break it so he would not know I was looking around his stuff.
I was still battling with the drawer’s handle when I pulled the bottom one and saw a clean pistol. It was probably new and unused.The shiny tal caught my eye and every other thing was forgotten.
I had never held a gun before and sohow I was intrigued to know how it worked.
It was obviously not loaded. But it was heavy anyways.
I placed my hand on the trigger and pressed on it. It was empty but it still made a sound.
Now I wished Jace had not stopped from training with Alana. Maybe I would have been learning how to shoot by now.
I walked with the gun to the curtains that were always shut. They were thick and heavy but I managed to push them aside so I could see.
The sliding door leading to the balcony was shut but I could see that it was such a beautiful view. So why was it always covered. I needed to ask soone to open it up for so I could receive so fresh air.
I dropped the gun on the bed, then I walked towards the room’s door and knocked on it from inside.
I heard the guard bring out the keys and open it.
"Hi. Do you have the key to the door leading outside? I need so fresh air."
"Um, the Don doesn’t let anyone go out there. It’s prohibited."
I frowned. "Why?"
"I can’t answer that ma’am. Only the don can."
"But-"
"Is there anything else you need?" He cut in before I could ask more questions.
"No." I stepped back inside and heard him lock the door again.
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Another couple of hours passed and I was taking a light nap when I heard the door opening. I imdiately opened my eyes and sat up.
Of course it was him. I glared at him as he walked in, all traces of my sleep gone.
I was almost distracted with how good he looked in his leather jacket, white shirt and black jeans. His designer sunglasses covered his eyes and the scent of his cologne filled the space.
"Hey beautiful," he smirked.
I got on my feet, sneering at him.
"You jerk!" I spat out angrily.
"Easy there little one,"
The door ca open again just then and I looked at who was coming in. It was one of his guards holding a bunch of shopping bags.
"I got you a little sothing." He said gesturing at the bags.
"I don’t want anything from you." I said, looking away in annoyance.
"Leave," he said to the guard. He dropped the bags and left.
We were left alone.
"Co on, it was just two days." He said to , taking off his glasses.
"Easy for you to say." I scoffed.
He called all the shots so it was so easy for him to think I was overreacting. How was anyone able to think this was normal behavior?
"I am not an object. I am Mira Valente and my father if he was alive would never let anyone treat this way." I did not know when the tears started to spill.
I picked up the gun and pointed it at him as he tried to touch .
"Don’t co any closer." I told him, still pointing the gun, holding it with my two hands. I did not care that I was practically shaking as I held it.
"You want to shoot? Do that then," He said, coming closer despite my warning.
He put his head on the tip of the gun where the bullet was supposed to co out of.
"Shoot then."
To be honest, I wished there was at least a bullet in it so I could end him once and for all. But to show I was serious, I pulled the trigger anyway. Of course nothing happened.
"You hate that much huh?" He chuckled.
"Yes I do."
Ignoring , he pulled closer to him.
I tried to wiggle out of his hold but he overpowered , took the gun out of my hand and pinned to the bed.
He wiped my wet face with his thumb.
"I hate seeing my won cry." He whispered against my skin.
"Oh. And how many of them do you have?" I retorted.
"Let’s just say you’re the most important amongst all of them." He rasped again my lips.
My eyes fell on his full lips. A part of wanted to take them in mine. But god forbid I ever make the first move especially on a man I despised.
His fingers trailed over my nipples through the light fabric of my top and I felt them harden.
To be Continued...
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