“My Boss will explain everything; all you need to do is sit there and be quiet like a good little girl, hm,” He retorted, continuing to eye up my breasts before staring at my bare legs.
I let out a heavy sigh waiting for the boss to walk in any moment and probably give me the torturing of a lifetime by the looks of the weapons on the table.
Isabella then strode in wearing a tight black dress with black stockings and her face painted with heavy makeup she also wore some red heels.
Her gaze wandered to the weapons on the table, picking up what looked to be a knuckle duster; she then slotted her fingers through it, running her other hand against the gold weapon.
“It’s nothing personal, Sandra; I quite like you, but I like my job a lot more,” She stated, standing in front of me.
“If I wasn’t tied up right now, you’d be a fucking dead bitch” I whispered, her face only inches away from mine, and I spat in her face making her stumble back.
“You dirty slut!” She screamed lunging towards me until the door slammed.
“Isabella” A familiar voice boomed pushing her away from me and coming closer to me.
Alessandro’s father, but Of course.
“I’m sure you have a lot of questions little girl” Alessandro’s father fuck face cooed twirling a knife around his fingers, his face only inches away from mine and his hot breath fanned my
face.
“How about you untie me and we settle this equally hm?” I challenged.
“I always love your feistiness, just like your mother, she put up a good fight before slashing her insides all over the kitchen floor”
The mention of my beautiful mother coming from his filthy mouth made my blood boil and if I weren’t tied up right now his body would be laid on this floor with no head.
“Mierda enferma, was a pagar a lo grande!” I spat gifting in my seat.
(Spanish translation : You sick fuck! You’re going to pay big-time!)
“English please” He demanded backing away from me and putting his hands in his pockets.
“Why the fuck did you kill her?!” I screamed.
“Are you really that butthurt that you didn’t get to fuck me in that club?”
He chuckled raising an eyebrow at my words “I did it because you killed two of my business partners”
“Care to elaborate on that? I’ve killed many” I stated.
“The name Logan De Luca rings a bell?”
My mind rushed back to that time in the club where I successfully seduced Logan but failed
miserably when it came to actually killing him, So actually, Alessandro should be sitting in this chair right now. He’s the one who killed him.
“I didn’t kill Logan. That was Alessandro, you asshole!”
“Ah, but you did kill Ivan Petrov, didn’t you?”
“He killed my fucking father what the fuck do you expect!” I yelled.
“You’re fucking crazy let me go; Alessandro will come for me, you sick fuck!”
“You’re not good enough for my son, you’re a dirty gold-digging slut, I could have killed you before you two got married that would’ve
saved my son a lot of heartbreak”
“Alessandro will never forgive you for this” I growled.
“Alessandro doesn’t have to know Isabella said breaking our conversation and our heads flew to look at her.
“Ahh Isabella come sit on daddies lap” Alessandro’s father said taking a seat and patting his lap so she could climb onto him and I mentally gagged.
“Gross” I whispered “So you were just using Ian this whole time, I assume,” I asked, looking at Isabella directly in the eye.
“You assume correctly, I don’t care for Ian, I just needed to get closer to you so I could eventually kidnap you and guess what? It worked” She giggled playing with the hair of Alessandro’s dad.
“And when I get out of these restraints I’m going to stomp on that pretty little face” I said earning a scoff from Isabella.
“Let’s have some fun, shall we, Isabella?”
Alessandro’s dad said Isabella got off his lap and headed over to the table picking up a small knife and he followed smacking her ass, also picking
up a small knife.
Isabella came towards me stroking the knife up and down my cheek gently.
“I wish we could’ve been best friends you were really nice to me Sandra it’s a shame you had to get involved with the wrong people”
I held my breath once she jammed the small knife into my right arm causing me to let out an ear-piercing scream.
“Fuck!” I cried, tears falling from my face.
I was trying my best to stay strong in this situation but I had a feeling I was never getting out, nobody knew where I was and I didn’t even know where I was and I was barefoot with just a
nightgown to cover my body.
The blood trickled down my arm and onto the floor, Alessandro Dad crept towards me and cupped my chin making me look up at him “Such a pretty face” He said but all I could do was let out muffled whines.
“Just hurry up and kill me” I groaned not wanting this to go on any longer, I knew I’d never see Alessandro again but he’s the only one who kept me fighting until now.
“Isabella go get the pistol” He demanded, she rushed out of the room leaving me and fuckface alone together.
He ran his thumb across my bottom lip and I took this as a good opportunity to bite down on his thumb.
“Bitch!” He screamed and I stomped on his foot as hard as I could making him stumble back falling over the weapon table.
I put my wrists together and forcefully pulled them apart snapping the zip tie, the two pieces flew into the air, and I got out of the wooden chair stumbling slightly from both my arm and thigh injuries.
“What’s that noise daddy?” Isabella says coming into the room and looking at what has unfolded, my first instinct was to grab the chair and throw it at her, The chair leg hit her face, and her pathetic body flew back onto the floor hitting her head on the door, blood spilling from her head.