Chapter 7 Never looked So Needy And Crazy
It's been two days since Isabella was locked in the cell. Her eyes were red, swollen and puffy after she had cried out her heart. She was still clawed towards the cell bar unwilling to move further into the darkness.
Her knees were raised up to her chest, face bent in between them, and body shivering.
'please... I'm sorry...,' she muttered for the umpteenth time inside the dungeon. Voice rough and unclear.
'My sister... Please... D-D-D- don't hurt h-her,' she struggled to let out, despite her dry throat and weak body. But she didn't care about herself. She never did.
From the second she was thrown into this cell, she has been raking her brain, on how Nikolai captured her sister.
Had she tripped over a rock or stone and fallen?
she shook her head, forcing the bad thoughts away. She wouldn't let that 1% possibility of Nikolai with her sister cloud her mind.
She had bitten into his shoulders hard and locked her legs around his waist so he wouldn't move. And that was enough time for Daisy to reach Serah's house, so truly maybe, he was messing with her.
She closed her eyes and placed her joined palms to her temples.
Daisy can't be harmed!
Nikolai was in his office. His fingers gripped tightly around a fountain pen. His jaws were taut, as his mind was in shambles when Sergi asked him a question.
''You haven't said a thing about what you wish to do to the girl? At first you wanted to kill her and sell her sister off so why have you changed your mind?''
That's true.
Why did he change his mind?
He couldn't answer.
But one thing was for sure. Isabella had made him lose his damn mind.
He didn't know why but her visuals were still imprinted in his memory.
The way her golden bouncy strands fell in loose waves down her back, catching the lights as she walked were arched tight into his head, her glowing jade like green eyes that looked defiantly at him every time she spoke were alluring.
But there was something off...
That sharp mouth of hers was what he disliked so much. She was the first person who had used foul words at him without being killed.
'Where did she learn all those curse and foul languages from?' He didn't know.
And that was why he was fixated on breaking her. She would learn how to respect and obey him. Even beg for his touch.
Isabella had made him look so needy and crazy when he had told her to offer herself to him.
That was something he had never done! Ladies of different calibers all fought for his touch. Never in his life had he begged for a woman.
He swallowed hard, his strong veins visible on his forehead as he imagined the ways he would break her.
''Boss... Boss...Boss..." Nikolai was engraved in his touch that he didn't realize that Sergi, was calling out to him until he gave a light tap to his shoulders.
His thoughts cut off abruptly. His eyes flicked towards Sergi, hard and piercing, "Any problem?" He asked angrily.
Sergi cleared his throat, "I'm sorry. But I've been reaching out to you but you were..." He cleared his throat again, eyes looking anywhere but ok him.
"Fuck!" Nikola cussed.
"How is the investigation going? Any news about this new person those traitors worked for and any idea where those trucks loaded with my goods went to?" He asked, determined to find out who this mastermind was.
He had dared to use his men to turn against him!
What a twatless fool.
"About that! No idea about who this mastermind is but the trucks were found in a dead alley, opened and abandoned. We're still trying to gather all the footage, so that we can capture the driver's face."
Nikolai slammed his hands on the desk hard. His teeth were grinding tight, fist clenched so hard, his knuckles turned white!
Sergi shuddered at his boss's reaction. A storm of rage was brewing between his eyes.
He was mad furious.
"Then work faster! The more time you waste, the more it gets harder to find anything. Have you ran a cross-check on the truck's plate number?"
"That's not possible as the plate number is fake."
"Crazy sons of bitches!" He growled angrily.
"I need the shipping files from a year ago. It should be available before tomorrow morning." He ordered and Sergi bowed before walking out.
His mind drifted to Isabella again, Elizaveta had come to see him in the morning begging him to release her but he refused.
He was a pakhan boss and he can't be seen going against his own rules.
Three days was fucking three days.
'Fuck!' The pen in between his fingers was snapped into two.
'why can't I stop thinking about her!'
He yanked open his second drawer and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
He took in a long drag from his cigarettes into his lungs, leaning back in his leather chair, before exhaling slowly, his eyes darkening as he thought about Isabella for the umpt
eenth time that day.
He was totally done for!