Mia's head spun as the blast deafening wave knocked her off her feet. She felt herself flying through the air, her senses blurred. Tyga's arms wrapped around her, shielding her from the buildings glass door which broke due to the impact from the wave as They crashed to the ground.
As the explosion's echoes faded, Mia struggled to sit up, her head spinning. Tyga's grip on her tightened, holding her in place. "Don't move, Mia.
Through the haze, she saw the parking lot in chaos. The Bolt car was a smoldering wreck, flames engulfing its twisted metal. People screamed, running for cover. Sirens pierced the air, growing louder.
Tyga's voice was low and urgent. "We need to get out of here, now".
Mia nodded, still dazed. Tyga pulled her to her feet, and they stumbled away from the wreckage, dodging falling debris. "How are we gonna leave this place?" Mia asked, her eyes fixed on the burnt car, her mind still reeling from the explosion.
Before Tyga could respond, a sleek black Jeep pulled over, its windows whirring down. Mia's heart skipped a beat as she recognized the driver - the man she had fought with on the first day of her kidnapping.
The man nodded to Tyga, gesturing for Mia to get in. Mia's eyes darted to Tyga, seeking reassurance. Tyga's expression was calm, his eyes locked on hers. "It's okay, He's here to help. Trust me," he said.
Mia hesitated, her mind racing with doubts. But something in Tyga's eyes made her trust him, and she nodded. The man gestured again, urging her to hurry. Tyga guided her towards the Jeep, and they both climbed in. As soon as they were in, the man hit the gas, and the vehicle sped away.
The Jeep weaved through the city streets, finally pulling up to the penthouse. Mia's heart was still racing from the explosion and the chaos that followed. As they came to a stop, Tyga opened the door, helping her out. But to her surprise, he didn't get out with her.
"Hey, aren't you coming?" Mia asked, looking at him curiously.
Tyga's jaw clenched, his eyes narrowing slightly. "I have somewhere to be. you go in".
Mia nodded, as She watched as the Jeep drove off.
As they pulled away from the curb, Marco spoke up. "She asks too many questions."
Tyga's gaze was fixed on the road ahead. "Yeah, and it's not good," he replied, his eyes still fixed on the road. "I heard she kicked your ass once."
Marco's hands tightened on the wheel. "You heard wrong, my friend," he said, his voice laced with boastfulness. "A mere lady can't kick my ass."
Tyga let out a low chuckle.
As they arrived at the den, Marco and Tyga walked towards the huge meeting place, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls. where Jonathan, the very picture of terror, sat in the shadows like a dangerous predator his cold gaze fixed on them. "How's she?" he asked, his voice low and menacing.
"She's fine, no injuries," Tyga replied calmly, trying to hide his unease. "She's back at the penthouse." But Jonathan's gaze bore into him like the tip of a blade, as he leaned forward, his hands clasped in front of him. The air seemed to thicken as he rose to his feet, his movements slow and deliberate, and he began to walk towards Tyga. Each step was a deafening echo in the room, the sound of power and intent.
Tyga's heart raced as he took a step backward, unsure of what he had done to warrant Jonathan's attention.
As Jonathan approached, Tyga braced himself for whatever was to come. Jonathan placed a hand on Tyga's shoulder, his grip tightening like a vice. Then, with a swift and brutal motion, he punched Tyga hard in the groin. Tyga doubled over, gasping in pain.
Jonathan leaned in close, his whisper cold and menacing. "Never," Jonathan hissed, his breath a hot whisper against Tyga's ear, "smile at her like that again." Tyga, shaken from the blow, struggled to remain upright. He knew better not to react, or show any sign of weakness. Jonathan's grip was still firm on Tyga's shoulder, "The next time you do, your lips will be sorry for you." Jonathan growled, as Tyga gaze was fixed on the ground.
Slowly, Jonathan withdrew his hand from Tyga's shoulder, his eyes never leaving the wounded man. His face was a mask of ice, his composure a chilling reminder of the power he wielded.
The room fell silent as the only sound heard was Tyga's quiet gasps. Jonathan turned to the other men, his gaze piercing as He unfolded the blueprint for the hotel event place, his fingers tracing the layout. "Tonight, we tighten security. I don't want any breaches. Marco, you're on the left wing with Vinnie. Alan, you're on the right wing with Blaze. Lozoar, you're at the main entrance with Slade. I want eyes on every corner, got it?, I want y'all patrolling this perimeter, and I want regular check-ins. No one gets in without the black card, make sure it's scanned well to detect any forged card. Understood?"
The men nodded, their faces set with determination. Jonathan's tone was unmistakable - this was a high-stakes operation, and he wouldn't tolerate any mistakes.
Finally, he turned to Tyga, his voice dripping with disdain. "And you, Tyga. Get the dress from Áloura. And a mask", he said coldly, "send it to the house".
Tyga nodded, still wincing in pain, and Jonathan's gaze lingered on him for a moment before he turned back to the others. "Let's move out. We have a lot to prepare for tonight."
The room sprang into action, the men dispersingout of the meeting room as Jonathan watched them go, his eyes never leaving Tyga's. He knew Tyga was still reeling from the blow, but he didn't care. In his world, weakness wasn't tolerated. Only the strongest survived.
***
Mia's gaze remained fixed on the chandelier in her room, her mind a thousand miles away. She was lost in a sea of thoughts, her brain replaying all that had happened.
"Miss Emilia, your dress is here," Joann said, her voice calm as Mia's eyes drifted towards Joann, her gaze unfocused. She nodded slowly, her mind still lost in thought.
Joann approached her, the dress draped over her arm. "Miss, are you okay? You seem a bit... distant."
Mia's gaze snapped back to Joann, her eyes focusing on the dress. "Yes, I'm fine, Joann. Just a bit... preoccupied."
Joann's eyes lingered on her face, concern etched on her features. "Ok, Miss. let me help you get ready".
Mia nodded, her eyes fixed on the dress. then to the mask as her brow furrowed, "why is there a mask".
Joann's expression turned apologetic. "I'm so sorry, Miss. but Sir Jonathan instructed me to include the mask with the dress. but he didn't say why".
Mia's eyes narrowed, her mind racing with questions. What kind of event required a mask? And why was Jonathan being so secretive about it? But she didn't have time to ask any more questions, as Joann was already helping her prepare.
As an assistant to the Blacksmith family, Joann was skilled in many areas, including makeup and hair styling. She began her work, expertly applying the perfect amount of makeup and styling Mia's shoulder-length hair into a messy bun, with curly strands falling loose around her face. Once she finished, Joann helped Mia into the black velvet diamond dress, with a black gloves.
The dress hugged Mia's waist perfectly, the black velvet fabric cinching in at her narrowest point before flaring out into a full, flowing skirt that fell in soft folds to the floor. The diamond beaded bodice sparkled, emphasizing her slender waist and accentuating her delicate features. Joann stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "You look stunning, Miss," she said, her voice filled with genuine praise.
Mia's eyes drifted to the mirror, her gaze locking onto her reflection. She barely recognized the person staring back at her. The dress, the makeup, the hairstyle - everything came together to create a persona she didn't know.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Joann's gentle touch on her arm. "The mask, Miss," she reminded her, holding out the intricate piece.
But Mia hesitated, her hand instinctively rising to her face. She didn't want to cover up the beautiful look Joann had created. "No, Joann," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to wear the mask. I like how I look without it."
Joann's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't press the issue. "As you wish, Miss," she said, her voice neutral.
With a gentle touch, Joann guided Mia out of the penthouse. Tyga, stood by the car, his eyes fixed on Mia as she approached.
For a moment, his face almost burst into a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. But then, he seemed to recall Jonathan's words, and his expression turned serious. He frowned, opening the door for Mia with a silent nod.
Mia's heart raced as she slid into the limo, her eyes adjusting to the dim interior. Jonathan sat in the shadows, his face obscured by the darkness. "your mask", Jonathan cold voice said.
"I look better without it", Mia said her voice firmed.
Mia's voice trembled slightly as she replied, "I look better without it, Jonathan."
"I insist, Emilia. Wear the mask." Jonathan said coldly.
Mia's heart sank, her rebellious spark fading away. She felt a surge of disappointment and frustration, With a sigh, she reached out and took the mask from Tyga's outstretched hand.
As she tied it behind her head, the mask's weight felt suffocating, a constant reminder of Jonathan's control over her. She felt like she was losing herself, bit by bit, to his whims and desires.
As the limo pulled up to the grand entrance of the five-star hotel, Mia's anxiety spiked. The red carpet stretched out before them, a crimson path leading into the heart of the luxurious event space. The doors opened with a soft click, and Jonathan signaled for Mia to lock arm with him, She obeyed, her arm intertwining with his as they stepped out into the blinding glare of camera flashes.
The paparazzi swarmed around them, snapping photos. Mia's heart raced as she smiled mechanically, her eyes scanning around, They were led to the entrance, where the doors swung open.
As they stepped inside, the hall fell silent. The room was packed with the city's elite, their eyes fixed on Mia and Jonathan with a mixture of curiosity and fascination. The air was thick with the weight of their gaze, as the question on everyone's lips was WHO IS SHE!!?