MELISSA.
"You want me, princess?" His gruff voice spat.
There was something with the way he was holding me. The position…ugh why am I thinking about how he is holding me?
I struggled to get out of his hold but my efforts weren't forthcoming. He was too strong.
"Who are you?" He asked in a grave tone, squeezing my wrists harder.
"Like I'd tell you! I retort defiantly, I wasn't going to submit to this motherfucker.
"You wanna know who I am? You'll know when…"
"Melissa?" My eyes dilated in shock, words got stuck in my mouth. How did he know my name?
"Wha…how did you know my name?" I asked, feeling his grip loosening. With that, I quickly swiped my hand across his face, and the dagger successfully cut his mask right off his face. He staggered backward, losing balance.
He, however, chuckled. I gripped my dagger tightly and unsheathed the other one.
"Don't you remember me, Kitten?" He sang as he turned his face to me.
I could boast about this – first to see Vincenzo Grant's face. But then, there would have been people who had.
"I only remember you as a nobody from a lowly mafia family." I spat and lunged for him, aiming my dagger at his throat. I was fast with daggers.
But he was faster, he grabbed my right hand, punching the dagger out of my grip before turning me around, and pinning my back to his chest.
I made to use the other dagger to stab him but his hand had snaked up my front, throwing the dagger off my hand and holding my two arms behind me.
"Shit! Let me go motherfucker!" I cursed, struggling to get out of his hold.
"Springville High." He whispered into my ear, his breath on the back of my neck which made me cringe.
Memories flooded in and my eyes dilated as I felt a chill run down my entire body.
"Vincent!"
"Yes, now you remember." He said behind me. He released me and pushed me forward.
I turned to him, my head feeling light. This can't be possible, this is Vincent.
"B…but how?" I asked, my voice shaking.
He smirked, "Things have changed eh, Kitten?"
"But you're still as fierce as I remember." He smirked, moving closer to me.
My heart raced as I walked backward. "Don't come near me, stop!"
"Melissa!" A familiar voice rang out in the corridor. I looked ahead to see Cade and the men he came with. Thank goodness!
"You brought some friends, eh." Vincent or should I say, Vincenzo, smirked even as Cade and the men closed in on us.
Suddenly, several suited men came out of nowhere, flanking Vincent and pulling triggers at Cade.
Some men were hit and I screamed.
"You're coming with me!" Vincent covered my mouth and lifted me off the ground.
"Melissa!" Cade yelled as Vincent carried me away. I watched helplessly as Cade tried to evade the numerous attacks.
I can't believe it was him. It can't be him, it mustn't be!
He threw me into a vehicle and locked the door. All the while, I was frozen, unable to move a muscle due to shock.
The vehicle was driven and I didn't pay attention to where I was being taken to. All I know is when the car stopped, Vincent carried me out of the car into a building.
I sat down on the bed, still looking dazed at the monster before me. I watched as he removed his coat and hung it.
He poured a cup of coffee and handed it to me. "Thirsty?" He asked with a sick smirk on his lips.
Anger welled in me and I slapped the cup away from my front.
"I'm going to kill you!" I yelled as I lunged at him. He fucking killed Cade!
He grabbed my hands and pinned them to my side. I screamed angrily but I couldn't do anything else.
"Are you done?" He asked with a flat expression.
"I hate you!" I spat on his face. With a smile, he wiped the saliva off his face and stood up.
"Still as fierce." He seemed to find joy in that fact as a smile danced on his lips just like last time.
"What's your plan now, torture me until I tell you who sent me so you go kill them all?"
He shot me a serious face, "No. I will have a reunion celebration with you, then torture you, then kill your entire family before your eyes, and then, I will make you my pet." His words dripped with scorn.
I remained silent as saliva found its way down my throat.
"I presume you must be surprised at how your regular high school bully came to be the Don of the greatest Mafia in the American underworld." He said as he poured another cup of coffee.
"Second greatest, you still haven't taken the Hitlers." I retorted. He chuckled.
"Only a matter of time…" he muttered.
"The Grants wasn't even a known mafia one year ago, you all were merely a group of street gangsters and petty thieves," I pointed out, my voice dripping with hatred.
"Well, we all deserve to grow," he smirked and my anger fueled.
"Don't worry Kitten, it'll be like old times. You like to call me dog and I call you Kitten, we play with each other." He sang as he went through a door into I which I assumed to be the bathroom.
I quickly removed the last dagger from beneath my heels. It's always good to keep an extra.
I removed my heels, stealthily moving towards the door he just entered.
Once I got to the door, I peeped through. It was a bathroom alright, but I didn't see him. I opened the door silently and walked in, looking around with caution. Where the hell are you?
"Pikaboo!" I jumped and turned around with a yelp.
Vincent was standing there grinning down at me. I instantly swiped my dagger for his throat, but again, he easily relieved me of my weapon and had me pinned to the wall of the bathroom in seconds.
"You know how to play this game, kitten." He whispered, blowing into my neck. The feeling made me cringe as goosebumps enveloped me.
His eyes raked over my body and I could see lust in them. Even though my mind hated what he was doing, my body betrayed me. I squirm under his intense gaze.
Slowly, he lifted his hand to my face, allowing it to graze over my skin down to my neck.
"Stop!" I yelled.
"Why?" He whispered, still moving his hand downward. It went down to my chest and it didn't stop as it neared my breasts.
My breath hitched, I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip. I began
n to shake with anticipation as his hand went lower and lower.