BELLA.
"What do you mean?" I crawled backward, making a visible distance from him. "I'm not going anywhere, I need to go back to Saint Petersburg. My flight is already booked, so tell your so-called boss I have no fucking time."
Saying that I got up from the floor and started to walk out when suddenly Alex grabbed my right wrist and dragged me inside. Tossing me on the floor, he casually shrugs off his shoulders and scratches his head with the tip of the gun.
"I think you are misinterpreting my words, Miss Bella."
"What do you mean?" I knitted my eyebrows in seriousness, but I was tipsy and barely holding myself together. "Alex, you better take care of the mess you created," I said pointing at the dead bodies of John and his bodyguards.
To which Alex laughed. Taking steps towards me, he kicked the bodies out of his way. "That's not the problem here, but if you refuse to go with me then it could become a problem…"
"I will call the cops and say you were the one to shoot them dead. And before you start making excuses, the cops will get you and lock you up, since you already attempted to kill my boss in the past," he whispers near my face and I witness the real him.
His eyes were scary and he was very satisfied with my current situation. Leaning forward, he crouched down in front of me and repeated,"Drop the act of innocence and do as I say if you want your husband and daughter to be safe."
His words made me laugh, husband he says? Did he even run the background check on me? Calling my brother my husband is embarrassing but I do not intend to destroy his imagination bubble and let him have the taste of his misunderstanding in the future.
"Your butler…," Alex chuckled as his lips curled up into a devilish grin and how I wished that I could punch him in the face.
"What did you do to Vincent?" I asked, grabbing him by the collar and jolting his body like noodles. Instead of replying, he was getting amused which made me impatient. I got worried about Vincent because he has not returned yet, did this psycho do something to him?
Turning my sharp gaze at Alex, I scowled. "Tell me, psycho bastard, what did you do to Vincent? If anything happens to him, I'll not let this matter go down without blood spilling…"
"Your Butler's right eye is gouged out by me. Wanna see him?" He chuckled, smacking my hands off his shirt's collar.
Alex called his men and four bodyguards walked inside, holding Vincent in their clutches. My hands and legs trembled when I saw a glimpse of what that psycho did to Vincent… Getting up on my weak legs, I ran towards Vincent and my tears couldn't stop falling down.
With my shaking hands, I tried to touch his blood-covered face but couldn't. His right eye was gone and he appeared so much in pain. It's my fault… I should have listened to Vincent's advice and left instead of wasting my time in the godforsaken place!
"Miss Bella, do not feel sad for me. It's nothing, just a little scratch," Vincent was still trying to play the hero which pissed Alex off.
He punched Vincent in his face causing him to roar in pain and suffering. I attempted to grab on Alex's wrist, but was tossed back. Staggering, I fell down and watched Vincent getting punched continuously.
After breaking the will of Vincent, Alex turned back and glanced down at me with eyes full of joy. This fucking bastard was enjoying every bit of this moment, and it happened because I allowed myself to get wasted by alcohol.
I was barely managing to keep a straight face, however my face was puffed up and I was thirsty…
"Why are you resisting to follow me? I thought you would be overjoyed to hear that Boss wants you back," Alex reasoned, tilting his head to the left side as he tapped the gun's tip on his lips.
Hearing his words only increased my rage, I wanted to clutch his throat in my hand and stamp his stupid face against the floor. Break his legs and arms, gauge his eyes out and make him a street beggar! Gosh, if only I wasn't drunk… I ruin every time it's about a life-and-death situation.
And I know damn well why Caspar wants me back… he was not planning on letting me live peacefully and wants to make me feel the pain and betrayal. What infuriates me is that Caspar has no thought of leaving his new wife, Nancy Mandarin!
Gritting my teeth, I mustered up my courage and screamed at the top of my voice, "Alex, stop this instant if you have even a bit of respect left for me. I never remember treating you miserably during my reign as Caspar's wife! Why are you doing this to me?"
He started laughing at me as if I had cracked some kind of joke. Shrugging off his shoulders, he casually replies,"I never respect anyone other than my boss. Do not mistake my calm personality as the assistant manager which I'm not! I give no fuck about you or that woman Nancy!"
"You all just pain in the ass. Women are headaches for men for real. You don't even know what my boss is going through… you don't even know his past…"
I don't know why, but when Alex was talking about Caspar, I felt the hint of regret and pain in his brassy voice. Hesitating for a second before I asked, "What about his past?"
Which made Alex look at me with even more hatred, he ignored my question and ordered his bodyguards to carry me out. Vincent was terrible yet he crawled towards me and mumbled, "Miss Bella, do not worry. Master will come for your rescue…"
"I-I'm sorry," I stuttered as I broke into an emotional state. "A-Are the Black mercenaries who accompanied us killed by Alex?"
Vincent nodded in embarrassment while covering his bleeding right eye. "They were all snapped to death by this man… he spared nobody."
"Enough chatting," Alex growled as he dragged me by grasping my right arm, dirtying my dress with the splattered blood on the floor. Vincent wanted to hold on to me but he was kicked back by the bodyguards
I tried to resist but my body was now tired, fully consumed by the effect of alcohol. My head spun around as I was dragged mercilessly through the corridors, people who were previously busy by themselves, now watched me going past them.
Some had negative feelings toward how Alex was treating me, others were grinning and giggling as if they were stimulated by the torture.
Throwing me into the elevator, Alex and his men hovered inside, not allowing anyone else to get inside the elevator. Honestly, I was feeling humiliated, but nobody cared about me. I wonder if Caspar has ordered Alex to treat me like this…bring me to him in every possible way of disrespectful behavior.
Soon they heaved me up and carried me all the way to the parking lot where I was tossed inside the black van, my dizzy eyes watching the security guards of the club doing nothing to stop the kidnapping… The crowd was just laughing as they were drunk and cursing at me for being a weakling!
The doors of the van closed when Alex and his men were inside. Right after they headed in the direction of Black City, I heard them mentioning.
The City of underworld bosses, every Mafia group's headquarters are in that City and it's not your average city but spread in a large piece of land that might appear to be a whole country!
The City has no rules and regulations, but a court of justice, and judges are the elders of each of the most powerful Mafia groups. They make sure that the younger generations are abiding by the morals of family and not doing something that would tarnish the reputation of their ancestors' legacies.
Literally every kind of criminal activity is conducted there including the smuggling of gold and diamonds but in moderation.
"W-Why are you taking me there?" I screamed, exhausting my last ounce of energy.
Of course my question was ignored, annoyed by this, I leaped at Alex and repeated my words, "Why are you taking me to the Black City? Caspar will never want me to come in such–"
"It's what the boss ordered from me. And snap out of your imagination world. The boss does not love you anymore…," he spelled out every word with disgust and hatred, pushing me back he grinned. "You're going become fucking ragdoll! But I'm sure you'll love it since you're famously known as a playgirl, right?"
"W-What?" Before I could understand anything, Alex hit me on the back of my neck, causing me to lose consciousness and collapse.
***
5 pm, in DarZ Mafia group's headquarters, Black City.
I opened my eyes only to be blinded by darkness, and when I tried to move I felt like my wrists and ankles were tied up. I tried to crawl in the darkness, to get somewhere firm and untie myself.
"Mmm," I cried but my voice was barely audible, they had plastered my mouth with the tape.
For hours I kept crawling on the cold marble floor, however I never found the end. My face was petrified in shock when I finally realized that there were no fucking walls… I was lying in the space which had no walls or maybe the room was enormously large.
Tired of moving, I stopped and breathed in sigh. I sniffed around myself, I was still in my gown and the smell of blood on my gown was nerve-wracking. Getting sober from alcohol sure brings me back to reality, and I fucking hate this.
One thing was sure, from now on my life is going to be hell. My instinct was alerting me that something sinister was going to happen to me… And my stupid ass still believed that Caspar would never do anything to harm me.
Suddenly I heard the metallic sound of footsteps approaching in my direction. I raised my face and saw him, the tall shadow of a man standing in front of me.
"C-Caspar…?”