Whore? If anyone was a whore, it would be the green eyed man next to her. He couldn't keep his hands to himself, and gods only knows what he's done in the sheets.
Stuck in her thoughts Silla didn't seem to notice the dark aura behind her until a sudden crash was heard causing her to almost jump a foot in the air. She slowly turned to see Declan's clenched white fist smashed into a near by table. The poor table was barely standing and was dented with splintered wood where his hand had connected with it. Though what made her piss herself the most was the look on his face. He was beyond enraged, and his eyes were alight with a fire she'd only seen a few times when he was calculating how to make someone's life a living hell.
The burly man's face instantly paled as he watched Declan breathe heavily with flared nostrils. "Oops, seems I'm mistaken. You still haven't forgotten that you owe me one right? For that message," he said trying to avoid his wrath.
It was strange yet flattering he was more offended by the unsavory comment than even she herself was.
"Of course, it is why I'm holding myself back right now. Otherwise, I v'ould've cut off the tongue... Z'at just disrespected my lyubov," he spoke darkly.
This caused Cabron's eyes to suddenly widen. "I don't believe it! What happened to finding that girl from long ago?" He spoke confused.
Girl? Who was he talking about?
What was he going on about?
Was it... Her?
No... That can't be right...
"Wait... Don't tell me! You found her? Is that her?!" He asked exasperated.
Wait... He is talking about her.
If Declan he was looking for her does that mean she knew him? There's no way. He must have mistaken her for someone else.
If she knew him, she would've remembered him...
Right?
"Yanakonets nashel yeye posle vsekh etikh let... Ona vse vremya byla pryamo podo mnoy," He spoke to him in Russian.
"No wonder you didn't let her go... Ona vyglyadit kak khoroshiy trakh," Cabron replied back while eyeing her over and laughing at his friends face. Declan seemed aggravated by whatever he said and it caused his arm to come back around Silla and protectively placing her body back behind him. She didn't like being man handled but right now she didn't mind it because of this man in front of them.
Cabron led the two of them through the room, and so she noticed some machines for gambling doting the area, in case someone wanted to have a little play. It was private here.
Silla clung onto her partners arm, digging her face into his shirt wishing she was anywhere else. He looked down at her noticing her anxiety and frowned. At first he wanted to take her out to lift her spirits up with getting some fresh air and showing her amazing sights and things she had never seen before but deep down he had this insatiable need where he wanted to lock her up where no one could ever see her somewhere soft and safe where only he could have her and where only he could see her. Locking his most precious treasure in a castle safe from everything and anyone him being the only one with access to her.
He put his large hand on her head, rubbing her hair gently, a gesture she found strangely comforting. "Just relax love I brought you here to have fun," he whispered in her ear as her face reddened dogging further into his body.
"I don't like this guy," She confessed to him. It was weird how she hated Declan, yet in an environment like this, he was her one wall. Maybe it was because she knew him out of everyone here.
He smiled down at her his gentle wise green eyes gazing at her a small on his face. "I don't like him either... But business is business." At this they sat down, and he pulled her to sit between his legs while Cabron perched himself on the other side of the table. The waiter from earlier came back and placed down three menus, three wine glasses and a wine list. The boorish man rubbed his hands together in excitement, "boy am I starving. Today has been... A long ass day." He said as he picked up the menu and continued rambling,
"You know that guy on the black list for chuckin' his payments? Well, one of those new recruits takes him out to the warehouse and sends his packaged head to his wi-," Silla's ears were almost immediately covered by large black gloved hands completely muffling any noise and completely cutting her off from the conversation. Cabron, however, was cut off with a sharp green eyes glare and he kept his mouth shut.
Shocked, he suddenly stops talking. "Don't speak of z'ose z'ings while she's here," Declan whispered.
"Jesus, man chill! Alright I get it, you don't want your lady to hear about such things," Cabron sighed as he continued to ramble again about other things and Silla finally regained her hearing as large gentle hands moved away from her previously muffled ears and rested back down to her lap.
Silla thought back to Cabron's indiscreet comment of calling her a whore and seemed to mention Declan's habit of not knowing when to settle down. She became curious of his own past midnight relationships. Surely with his wealth and looks, he had many bed mates. "Hey Del speaking of earlier I've never heard about any of these trysts Cabron so famously talks about before? Being a bachelor in your prime, I'm sure many of the ladies flock to you." She questioned looking up at him with her big blue doe eyes.
In actuality she was innocent and knew nothing of his rather advanced sexuality. In fact in his dreams, he often revisited his previous conquests...
Memories seemed blurred together like a light drizzle and soon he was relieving events from months ago...
His manors moonlit corridor was silent until something strange was heard. Something ominous.
It sounded like... a muffled scream.
One door was open by a sliver and inside it was even more cool and dark but it was also filled with a strange metallic scent. The only source of light came from a lamp in a orange glow clouded through the darkness softly illuminating a person holding a cigarette. His beautifully sinister eyes showing a calm yet indescribable look. Smoke escaping his mouth in small puffs of white still failing to mask the ever present metallic smell that only seemed to grow stronger by the minute.
I'm the center of the dark room laid a canopy with an indiscernible figure laying below it.
Something was definitely very wrong just about anyone could feel it in their bones.
Soon the ethereal green eyed man pulled the nearest windows thick curtains aside with a sweep, letting moonlight filter through the glass brightening up the dark interior now showcasing what seemed to be the source of the metallic scent, the bed.
The occupant was...
So much red, so much dark crimson fluid covered a woman's mangled naked body, her eyes still glistening with unshed tears of horror. Shredded sheets, blood sprayed on the wall, a dark red blood soaked bed. The moonlight illuminated the man even further showcasing his bright blood stained clothes and the red that seemed to run down his face.
Soon the flashback ended, and Declan was left to answer her question, "Hmm... Yes, I've had may bed mates only a one night kind of thing never permanent."
"Anyways order v'hatever you v'ant, lyubov." The man spoke from behind her as her azure eyes gazed down at the menu.
Surprisingly at looking down if she had any form of drink in her mouth she would've spat it all over the table. Everything was ridiculously expensive.
Meanwhile, while she was spinning at the prices Declan elegant drank his alcohol and Cabron's ranting only got louder.
Soon Declan moved is hands from her lap to her thigh at the hem of her dress, lightly tracing her skin with his thumb, "V'ould you like to share some prawns v'ith me Sil?" He asked softly in a sweet tone making her mentally facepalm. This man was so rotten.
This man needed to learn to keep his hands to himself. "Sure," she grumpily replied shifting in her spot grabbing the menu leaning over it like it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Ahh... My lyubov you are so adorable." He stared down at her warmly a lopsided smile on his face.
Silla forgot her embarrassment and spoke, "N-No I'm n-not."
"Yes, you are. I have never seen such a sassy disobedient v'oman in my life."
Of course, he hadn't; he was from the upper ring. Silla was from a completely different world. She had a vastly different mindset than all the women here. He was from a very important and influential family. Every woman would have acted respectfully towards him ever since he was born.
Silla was different.
Although he was starting to get aggravated at her ignoring him as scooted even closer to Silla and leaned into her and putting his arms around her in a gentle hug. Everything was silent for a moment before Cabron cracked up laughing, slamming his hands on the table, "Oh Dec she's so hilarious. I've never seen a girl react so negatively to your advances before!"
The hairy man had to hold his stomach and wipe a tear from his eye, whereas Declan just crossed his arms and laid back. He laughed as the green eyed man frowned deeply his aura growing darker by the second.
Whoa, could it be that...
No way.
Was Declan trying to seduce her?
He already kidnapped her?!
Though it was truly hard to tell because when it came to romance Silla was completely lost.
"Oh my goodness..."
She asked in a hushed voice. "Did he kidnap the other girls too?" Cabron's eyes only widened and Declan's face dropped, tensing when a series of loud, over the top laughter echoed the near empty restaurant.
"BWAHAHAHA! You actually-?No way?"
Was that a... No?
His green left eye twitched even more as Cabron continued to tease him. "Ya nikogda ne videl, chtoby ty byl tak oderzhim zhenshchinoy-"
The waiter came over and smiled, tilting his head to the side as he asked, "Are you all ready to order?"
Once dinner was over, and she was slightly buzzed from the alcohol Cabron ended up offering her- and she kept sculling to avoid talking.
As they left, Declan came closer to her and wrapped his arms around her waist resting his head on hers; usually, she wouldn't have liked him touching her so closely, but she had to go along with it if she wanted her plan to work.
When she came back to the car Declan, saw her curiously wander off and it angered him, "Now come back over here, darling. If you so much as try to leave, I v'ill not only find you," his green eyes darted over to her, his voice husky and dominating,
"I v'ill have to discipline you."
Needless to say, she ran the fuck back over to him.
Once she made it, back to the hotel she informed Katya and Zelan of her plan, they seemed unsure at first but eventually went with it. They could tell she was a little buzzed from the alcohol but it didn't matter because she wasn't actually drunk.
What could Silla say? Her acting skills were supreme. She had an extremely high tolerance to alcohol and just had to play around and act drunk to trick Declan.
As Declan laid her down in bed, she couldn't help but smirk when his head turned. He was unaware of her deviant plans she had in mind for him.
Carefully, she slipped a dose of Rohypnol; a roofie drug into his drink. It quickly dissolved and left his drink perfectly clear. He would likely wake up mid day with a killer headache and Silla gone with the wind. Of course she didn't feel bad. She had to make sure he was dead asleep for her plans to work.
After all...
He should have known better than to kidnap her.
...
When dawn finally broke, Silla was ready to break free from this confinement. Beside her Declan laid comatose in wonderland from the drugs, she slipped into his drink last night. Sadly, she had to carefully maneuver out of his grip to slide off the bed.
Though she quickly panicked when his face scrunched up and his arms started to feel around the bed in frustration at her absence. Alarmed, Silla slipped a pillow into his grasp as a replacement and surprisingly it worked.
Her and her friends slowly stepped to the door not making any sudden noises making sure to drag Cain along.
Hopefully, their first escape attempt would go smoothly...
Although Silla deep down knew he was gonna go ballistic and come after her. Slowly opening the door, they walked through only to realize that a bodyguard stood outside. Declan must've known she would try something.
That bastard planned ahead.
"Miss you don't have the authority to leave," the man outside spoke.
"And Why is that?" She asked her voice full of obvious loathing.
"Mr. Banehallow's orders," he stated as if he was reading from a text book. As if on que Katya slid beside the man and leaned into him while she innocently batted her eyelashes at him.
"Oh come on! Please. We are in need of lady products," she pitifully muttered out causing the guard to shudder and blush madly. It was obvious he fancied her the moment he saw her enter the building with Silla days ago.
"If it's only an hour-" he trailed off before Katya squealed and crushed him in a hug and they all ran down the hallway out of sight.
Last night Silla had made indentations on the carpet with her heel so she knew how to get out of this maze all she had to do was follow them and it would lead her to the elevator. From there on it was pretty easy to find everything. Luckily they hadn't run into anymore of Declan's goons however she couldn't say the same once they got to the lobby.
The place was no doubt going to have his lackeys all over though one thing was for sure and that was the fact that said green eyed monster was wickedly clever he had made it extremely difficult for even her.
Too bad for him, though.... She was also quite skillful and resourceful. It would be a challenge for him to successfully trap her much less keep her here.
Upon reaching the elevator Silla prepped herself and brought out the pistol that she had stole last night and could only imagine what awaited her as the elevator dinged at each floor as they moved down, down, down. Hopefully not too much to handle.
The elevator door opening Silla was stared at by all of the identical ladies from a full week ago. They looked at her surprised and confused. Mostly at the fact that she was not with the man, she came with.
"Madam? Do you perhaps have permission to leave?" One of the ladies asked her.
"Permission? What for?" She questioned them irritated. What was she a dog? Besides why were they calling her madam. She wasn't married and didn't plant to be anytime soon.
Gasping at my response one of them seemed to clamor around the main desk and pick up a phone to call security. "Someone the lady is escaping!"
Shit.
She cocked the pistol.
A team of four men came out and surrounded her. They had the same Black Sun tattoo.
Great.
All of them worked for that bastard, so she couldn't bribe them. Surprisingly though none of them drew their guns.
Good.
That's another thing to her advantage.
Silla took the guy closest to her by the neck, and sucker punched him in the face. His head flew back and blood sprayed out of his noise as he hit the floor. While he was down, she took the opportunity to dig the base of her foot into his crotch satisfied upon hearing a crunching sound and his high pitched squeal.
One down three to go.
She singled about another one of them and aimed the pistol shooting towards his feet causing bullets to fling in several directions as the man practically danced trying to avoid being shot in the foot.
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
"Gah! Aaack!" He yelled as she continued to repeatedly fired without hesitation. He twisted his ankle and fell on his behind whilst he looked at het in surprise his face scrunching up as if he had just taken a bite out of a raw lemon. However right as she was about to finish him off his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he passed out. In fear the two goons left ran away not wanting the same fate as the others.
Turning around she saw Cain staring at her in amazement and Katya and Zelan who also looked equally as shocked. Silla guessed neither of them knew she could fight that well much less fire a gun.
Oops...
Quickly snapping out of their gawking they started towards the front entrance and she followed suit. Who knew when Declan would wake up; they don't have time to wait around cause as soon as he gets up then they 'll really screwed.
Once outside they all rejoiced.
"I'm free!" Silla dramatically cried out as happy tears lined get eyes. From now on she could live her life without that damn bastard lurking over her shoulder every second of every day. It had only been a week but those days were absolute hell.
Seeing her the valet that stood by the doorway was quick greeted me her ignorantly handed her the keys to Declan's vehicle once he had brought it back out.
Sweet.
Silla had to say the man had taste; this was one nice ride. Plush leather seats, butt warmers, automatic driving, and more.
Hopping inside Katya, Cain, and Zelan followed behind her and drove out of the buildings lot.
They knew going back to her apartment wouldn't be an option seeing as that would be the place they would look for them first so for now they'd stay at a motel until she came up with someplace to stay.
It definitely had to be far away from these asshats, though.
To Be Continued...