The feeling of my head being yanked back by the pull of my hair, snapped wide open my half opened eyes.
"Wake up, bitch!"
The blindfold was pulled away from my face before I was roughly pulled out of the car.
The sunlight pierced harshly into my eyes, almost blinding me. I squinted my eyes due to the sudden intrusion of light, blinking rapidly as my eyes tried to adapt to the light.
I looked around me and my jaw almost dropped at how vast the land was. It felt like we were in the middle of nowhere, all I could see were trees and bushes surrounding the fenced mansion.
Armed men moved around the building, some standing still on a particular spot. Their faces held no emotions, laced with nothing but evil and wickedness. I felt a shiver run down my spine, as my feet trembled on the gravel stones.
"We're not here for tourism, move your stupid ass." The smaller man pushed me forward, and my hatred for him amplified.
"Ouch!" I cried out as my toe stumbled upon a pebble, peeling open the skin.
"You have quite the pretty blood. As much as I'd love to see it in a much larger quantity, the boss still has use for you."
I clamped my mouth shut at his words, letting him pull me roughly towards the entrance.
As we got closer to the doors, I could hear an angry voice, the voice sounded so harsh and cold. We walked into the mansion, and the source of the voice came into display.
Holy Christ!
He paced back and forth, anger revibrating through every step he took. He was dangerously tall and huge, his hair dishevelled from probably running his hands through it too many times.
He spoke angrily into his phone in a foreign language that sounded like…..Italian, his tone, sharp and cutting. He had a deep frown carved into his forehead, as he paced back and forth, oblivious to the new audience he now had.
The rise and fall of his tone, carried the message of his frustration and anger. The sleeves of his half buttoned white shirt were rolled up to his elbow.
The tattoo on both of his arms flowed to his wrist, beautifying his flawless skin. He looked 35 and at the same time looked so young. Even without understanding the language, I could feel the thick tension from his words.
How can a man be so beautiful?
"Who's she?" A hard, yet gentle voice flowed into my ears. I turned towards the source of the voice, and that was when I noticed another man sitting on a sofa not too far from the other raging one.
My brows creased in confusion, as I looked between the two. Their resemblance was too sriken, one might think they were one person sharing two bodies.
The only visible difference I could see was the absence of a tattoo on the left arm of the one sitting down. They were definitely twins!
"Collateral damage," the man who had been dragging me all this while replied.
"Since when did we accept human collateral?"
"She's not only a collateral, but a leverage." The taller replied this time.
"You made this decision without consulting me or the don? She's leverage, to what exactly?" From his tone, I knew he was the second in command.
"Her father seems to be affiliated with the Martinos'. The family is a threat to us, I figured the boss would need them more alive than dead."
"You'd better be right about that. You know the consequences of the actions you took."
"Of course."
The man smirked and said nothing, turning his gaze towards his twin brother again."
After a few minutes, the angry man dropped the call, finally bringing his attention back to his environment. My warm blue eyes clashed with stormy grey ones, the intensity of his gaze rooting me to my feet.
His eyes were cold and harsh, holding suppressed anger. The frown remained etched to his face as he sized me up and down with his gaze.
"What is this?" He spat, looking between the two men that brought me in. The first thing I noticed was his thick accent, which I surprisingly found… sexy.
"Mr Alvarez didn't have the money, we took this in exchange." The stone faced tall one replied, his tone gentle. I was perplexed at how they referred to me, like I was just a thing rather than a breathing, living human.
"You collected this in exchange for my money???" He asked, his voice, a dangerous low tune. The two men bowed their heads, not uttering a single word in response.
"Of what use is she going to be to me? And you brought her here despite knowing I don't take human collateral?"
"We believe her father has information on the Martinos'. Our sources claimed he was around during that meeting, but the man keeps denying it….."
"Meaning, she's just the right button we need to push for the man to spill." The twin sitting on the sofa cut him.
The other twin seemed to be in thought, the frown still on his face. He stared at me like I was the most disgusting thing on the planet, making me wish to disappear.
" And if she's well trained, she could take the place of Luna. Or she could actively warm the beds of our clients." His twin brother suggested, staring into my eyes.
My eyes widened in disbelief, my head suddenly becoming light. Tears started to pool my eyes at the mere thought of being a sex slave. His eyes grew darker at the thought and his verdict left his mouth.
"Take her away" those words were like a death sentence to me, as the smaller man dragged me further into the mansion.
I turned back towards the brothers, and stormy grey eyes met mine for a brief moment before he pulled away his gaze. Tears flowed freely from my eyes at the helplessness I felt. This was the beginning of my doom.