Venomous Love

Stolen Queen - Alexei's Ruthless Abduction

She sat frozen, unsure of what to do or say. His arm remained wrapped tightly around her, his face pressed against her hair. She could feel his warm breath on her neck, his heart beating steadily against her back. Slowly, hesitantly, Dior tilted her head to look at Leander. His eyes were closed, long lashes resting against his pale cheeks. She realized he wasn't saying anything, and wasn't pushing her away. Curiosity and something softer stirred inside her. "What are you doing?” His eyes opened slowly, meeting her gaze with an intensity that made her catch her breath. His hand moved to gently cup her chin. "For once in your blasted life, stop talking," He whispered softly, then leaned in, capturing her lips unexpectedly in a gentle but passionate kiss. Dior's eyes widened in surprise, but as Leander's lips moved against hers, she found herself melting into the kiss. It was soft, gentle, and full of unspoken emotions. His fingers tilted her chin up, deepening the kiss slightly. When he pulled back, they were both breathless. The kiss deepened, with Leander's hand gently tangled in Dior's hair, completely unaware of the intrusion.

Suddenly, Lucius's voice cut through their intimate moment like a knife, causing both to break apart abruptly. Dior blushed deeply, her hands going to her lips in shock. Lucius leaned casually against the door frame, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched the disheveled pair. His eyes glittered with amusement and something akin to approval. "Boss, I hate to interrupt your... private moment," he drawled, eyebrows arched teasingly, Leander turned to Lucius with a scowl, his hand still holding onto Dior possessively. "What is it?" he snapped, clearly agitated by the unexpected intrusion. He was aware of the significance of this moment and hated that Lucius had witnessed it. "Can't you see I'm busy?” Lucius smirked, unfazed by Leander's sharp tone. "Apologies for disturbing your... important business," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm as his eyes darted to Dior. "I came to discuss urgent matters, but it seems my timing is terrible.” Leander's scowl deepened, but he released Dior, gesturing for Lucius to speak. "Make it quick," he growled, his eyes never leaving Lucius's face. Dior shifted away, wrapping her arms around herself, feeling suddenly cold and out of place.

Lucius's expression turned serious as he began to discuss the recent developments in their criminal empire - rival gang movements, police surveillance, and a potential business deal with a foreign cartel. Leander listened intently, his earlier frustration momentarily forgotten as he focused on the matters at hand. Unnoticed by both men, Dior quietly gathered her things, a wistful expression on her face as she watched Leander and Lucius huddle together, murmuring about serious matters far beyond her understanding of their criminal world. She hesitated, biting her lip, then silently slipped out of the penthouse.

After what felt like hours, Leander and Lucius finally finished their discussions. Lucius stood up, stretching his muscular frame. "I should get going," he said, his eyes flicking to the empty couch where Dior had been sitting earlier. "Keep me updated on any changes.” Leander nodded absently, his mind already elsewhere. He waited for the front door to shut behind Lucius before stripping off his shirt, ready for bed. He walked back to his bedroom, expecting to find Dior curled up under the covers. But the bed was perfectly made, untouched. Leander frowned, confusion knitting his brows as he realized Dior wasn't there. He checked the bathroom, but it was dark and empty. A sinking feeling gripped his stomach as he scanned the penthouse, calling her name. "Dior? Where the hell are you?" No answer echoed back.

Meanwhile, Dior drove carefully through the dimly lit streets. She couldn't believe Leander had dismissed her so easily, throwing her out like a pawn in his game. As she approached her apartment building, she was suddenly blocked by a car. "What the-” Before Dior could react, men in black suits and masks swarmed her car, dragging her out and throwing her into the back of one of the cars. She kicked and screamed, but it was no use. The car sped off, leaving her apartment behind.

"You did well,” Alexei's lips curled into a mocking smile, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Nice meeting you again, Dior. Or should I say... Leander's little pet?" She leaned back in her seat, crossing her legs as the car sped through the night. Dior's eyes widened in surprise and fear at Alexei's mocking tone. She remembered her from the cafe - the intimidating woman with the cold eyes. Tears welled up in Dior's eyes, her voice shaking as she replied. "I... I'm not his pet.” Alexei threw her head back and laughed, a harsh, unsettling sound that echoed in the confined space of the car. "Not his pet? Oh, darling, that's even funnier. Tell me, what do you call a woman who lets a powerful man use her?”. "You think you're better?" Dior's voice came out unexpectedly strong, surprising even herself. "At least I'm not a lonely psychopath who rules a gang, pretending to be tough while desperately pining for a man who'll never want her”. "Little whore..." Alexei hissed, completely caught off guard by Dior's unexpected audacity. The car skidded to a halt in front of an abandoned warehouse, her breath coming shallow with rage. "Get out," she growled, opening the car door with force. Dior stepped out of the car, her feet crunching on the cracked concrete. The night was dark and cold, and the abandoned warehouse loomed menacingly before her. Two cars pulled up behind them, and a group of rough-looking men emerged from the shadows, Alexei's men.

Alexei strode confidently towards the warehouse entrance, flanked by her hulking men. She stopped abruptly and turned to Dior, her eyes glinting cruelly under the moonlight. "Welcome to your new home, sweetheart." She gestured dramatically to the darkened doorway with a mocking bow. Dior suddenly lunged forward, catching everyone off guard. Instead of accepting her fate, she rammed herself into Alexei's stomach, causing them both to stumble. "f**k you! And f**k your 'home'!" she screamed, kicking up dust as she tried to escape. For a moment, everyone stood stunned. Then, Alexei burst out laughing, impressed despite herself. "Get her!" she commanded her men - but only two moved forward, maintaining just enough distance to enjoy the show. Alexei admired Dior's fighting spirit, unexpected in such an innocent woman. Dior fought like a cornered animal, scratching, biting, and kicking. She took down four of Alexei's men before the other could grab her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her off the ground. "Enough," Alexei ordered, stepping forward. The man tightened his grip around Dior's waist, lifting her higher to stop her dangerous flailing legs. She snapped her teeth at him like a wild beast, making him chuckle nervously. "Damn, boss," He laughed, adjusting his hold. "She's tiny but dangerous!” Alexei stepped closer, her boots crunching on the dusty floor. She reached out and grabbed a fistful of Dior's hair, yanking her head back sharply. "I said enough," she repeated, her voice low and dangerous. Dior hissed in pain but refused to stop struggling. Alexei's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes never leaving Dior's defiant form. She stepped back and pulled out her phone, dialing Leander's number with deliberate slowness. "I wonder how your lover will react when he hears this," she muttered under her breath. Leander's deep voice filled the line, his tone icy. "Alexei. Speak quickly before I lose my patience." He was no fool; he knew Alexei wouldn't call him unless it involved something unpleasant. "What have you done?”. Alexei's smirk widened at Leander's frigid tone. She enjoyed having him at her mercy. "Nothing yet. But I have someone here who belongs to you." She paused for dramatic effect, glancing at Dior. "Your little assistant fought like a tigress. Adorable, really.” Leander's grip tightened on his phone. His voice was low and dangerous, "If you've laid a finger on her, Alexei, I swear..." He paused, taking a deep breath to calm himself. "Put her on the phone." He ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument. Alexei chuckled darkly, amused by Leander's threat. "Always so protective of your little assistant." She held the phone out to Dior. "Your boss wants to hear your angelic voice." Her tone dripped with sarcasm as she winked mockingly at Dior.

Dior snatched the phone from Alexei, her breath coming fast and furious. "Leander?" Her voice shook slightly, but she quickly regained her composure, glaring at Alexei. "I'm fine. This b***h just can't handle a woman who fights back.” Leander's stern voice came through the line, relief evident despite his professional tone. "I know you can handle yourself. But keep that smart mouth of yours in check around her." He paused, then added lower, "And... How many times have you kicked her men?" Dior couldn't help but smirk, glancing proudly at Alexei's disheveled lackeys. "Six times. Maybe seven." She shrugged nonchalantly, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Hard to keep count when they keep coming. Your girl can fight, boss.” Leander couldn't suppress a chuckle at Dior's bravado, shaking his head in amused admiration. "Seven times in under five minutes. Impressive." His voice hardened as he issued orders, "Send a car. Now. Lucius, gather the men."