Caged By Him

Chapter 33: The plan

Aurora's POV:

I watch the old man as he snaps his fingers , making one of the guards in the back march towards him holding a briefcase. He gives it to him then backs away.

"As promised, your payment for your help." He says, handing my dad the briefcase.

My dad grabs it and gives me a grin. "I knew you were gonna grow up to become a slut but s**t, being involved with the world's most powerful mafia. Good luck." He chuckles sadistically before storming out. An uncomfortable silence swarms as soon as he exits and leaves me in this unfamiliar setting, terrified to the core.

"Men, follow him and kill him." He orders and two of the men do as tod and storm out. They're going to kill my dad. I start to cry relentlessly at the thought.

"Silence." He growls, prompting one of the guards behind me to gather both my wrists and hold then behind my back.

"Let's see what we have here." He links his hands behind his back and steps closer to me as I struggle in the men's grip. My chest heaving up and down.

He stands inches away from me and his cold eyes rake over my trembling body but finally land on my flushed face.

"Hmm." He hums as he squints his eyes at me. "Very beautiful indeed. Innocent and so so young." He says, tracing a finger down the side of my face as I flinch." The bastard has great taste." He says, turning back to the men as they nod and they all laugh. He backs away and looks at me again. "I must say I'm speechless."

"Big blue eyes, full redenned lips begging to be kissed" he takes his thumb and swipes it harshly across my lip as I cringe and turn away. "Soft creamy skin." He rubs on my exposed arm up and down. "Nice pair of perky t**s, small waist." He gives my waist a sharp squeeze. "Rounded hips and a plump ass." His hand trail down and stay on my hip as I struggle to free myself. I'm so scared of what they might do to me."And long, soft hair." With that, his hands travel down the back of my thigh and he yanks onto my hair as I grip onto his hand, hopelessly attempting to pry him off but in vain. I don't want him touching me.

"P-Please."

"I so badly want to bruise this immaculate face of yours. Use this curvy body and violate these hot lips." He seethes, his face inches from mine as I back away. My heart starts pounding vigorously at his words. I don't want him to hurt me.

"Don't look so scared. My men would've loved having fun with this sexy body of yours." He starts, laughing at my poor attempts to free myself. "But unfortunately, I have you reserved for someone else. Can you guess who?" He asks me and I bow then shake my head. "You know, I thought I had to use your dad to blackmail your husband but he wanted to help. He wanted to help in k********g you. How does that make you feel? Your own father doesn't like you." He questions but I ignore him and continue to cry.

"Resisting and crying will get you nowhere, darling." He coos as I bow my head. I want the floor to swallow me up. "I bet you want your husband to be here so bad, yes?" He interrogates but I don't answer. I don't want them to bring Tristan here. They're going to hurt him. But unfortunately, I know he's going to look for me which will lead him right to this vile, callous man. 

"Let's call him, shall we, darling?" He smirks, pulling out his phone.

"N-No. Please don't." I beg, my breathing ragged and my face drenched in tears. I don't want him here. He'll get angry and do something he'll regret.

The man gives me a scowl before going back on his phone and dialing a number as I swallow and feel my palms sweating.

God, help me.

Tristan's POV:

I'm going out of my goddamn mind here. I've searched every f*****g inch and I still can't find anything. I can't find her. If anything happens to her, I don't know what I'll do. I don't know how I'l carry on. f**k, how could I have been so careless? How f*****g stupid of me.

"Boss, calm. We'll find her." Elijah says behind me, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"HOW THE f**k AM I SUPPOSED TO CALM DOWN WHEN I DON'T KNOW WHERE THE f**k SHE IS? THAT f*****g SON A b***h CAN HAVE HER IN A f*****g PLANE TO GOD KNOWS WHERE." I growl. I don't normally snap at Elijah but I'm in no control of myself right now.

I continue to yell and snap at everyone, even though I know it's useless and it won't bring my wife back but I do it anyway. To distract myself from the fact that I don't have her close.

Midst my unreasonable tantrum, my phone rings and I pull it out to see the ID but it's blocked. I already know who this is.

"WHAT THE f**k DO YOU WANT?"

"Now now, Tristan. Shouldn't you be talking to me in a more appropriate manner? After all, I have what you desire right here in my hold." His voice comes through. He hums with satisfaction in his tone. I can't put into words the anger I'm feeling right now. It's over the top.

"Where is she?" I growl loud into the phone, feeling the veins on my neck about to explode. I need reassurance. I need to know that she's okay and that she's not hurt.

"She's right here, unharmed. That is as long as you do what I say."

"Don't f*****g touch her and tell me what it is you want." I order, getting fed up with his amateur s**t. If he wants me, I'll come to him. I'm not going to put Aurora at risk.

"You know what I want. I want you to show your face after all these years." He chuckles and I hum in response. "Then we'll discuss things. How about that?" He suggests and I nod to myself. If he wants to meet me, he's got it. I'm not scared of him and I'm more than capable of showing him his place.

"You sure you have the courage to meet me, hm?" I challenge him. I want to get him angry so that he'll tell me his location. I know what I'm doing and I'm not backing down.

"Of course I am. Because you'll be coming alone without that army of yours. If you even think about going against me, this gorgeous wife of yours will suffer the consequences." He threatens and I dig my nails into my palms enough to draw blood.

"Just send me the f*****g location." I hiss before hanging up and shoving my phone into my pocket. I swipe my hand through my hair and take a deep breath. He's using her to f**k with me and it's working.

I'm not going to be stupid nor am I going to let him do anything to her. I know exactly what to do and he'll pay for everything.

At the thought of her, my jaw clenches. She must be scared and confused right now. She must be wondering what's going on and why I'm not there. I'm getting her back tonight and that's a promise.

I need a f*****g plan and I just thought of one.

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"Okay, everyone stay in the back. They have guards everywhere. I'll go in alone, you know your queue." I tell my men as I tug on suit jacket.

He thinks he can outsmart me, I've been in situations worse than this. Unarmed, no men, hundreds of guns pointed at my head but I still made it out alive. He might be twice my age but he's f*****g stupid.

"Be careful, boss." Jonas tells me, grabbing my shoulder as I nod at him.

"We all good on the plan?" I ask and they nod. "Right, I'm going now." I say before walking away.

I march towards the dated building and glance around. This looks sketchy as f**k but who f*****g cares. I just need to get her back to safety. I don't give a f**k what it costs me.

As soon as I step closer to the door, guards swarm the place and run towards me, grabbing me and forcing me in. I don't think so.

I backhand one of them and his head throws back from the impact. "Don't f*****g touch me. I'll walk on my own or else." I threaten and they bod and walk behind me. Everyone knows not to go against my orders, even the Russians. They show me respect which is exactly how it should be. Petrov is the only one who didn't accept the fact that I'm the boss and let's see how that'll turn out for him.

I keep walking through the narrow hall, not even one bit nervous. Why would I be? If things go south at least I'll know that my angel is safe. That's the whole reason I'm here, to get her back. If that means sacrificing myself, then so be it.

The guards stop at a door which I'm guessing is where Petrov is. I stop as well and push the door open.

Once the door swings open, my eyes immediately land on the back of Aurora. Two guards holding her down. My first instinct is to beat them down. Which is exactly what I do. Pushing them off her as she flinches and backs away, plastering herself against the wall. I must've caught her off guard.

I walk closer to her, tears drenching her face. I grab her hand and hold her close, wrapping my arms around her as she pushes herself closer to me, still crying in my hold.

I can feel her body shaking as she wraps her arms around me and nuzzles her face on my chest. I gently push her away and take off my suit jacket, placing it on her shoulder and rubbing on her arms to warm her as she sniffles and bows her head.

My anger has officially reached its peak. Yet somehow, staring down at her takes some of it away. "Are you okay?" I ask, fully aware that she isn't. She's too innocent and too pure to go through this bullshit. Although, she nods at me. It's as if she knows how calm it makes me.

Taking my attention off her, I snap my head at Petrov with a hard frown on my face.

"Tristan. You never fail to make an entrance." He chuckles as he sits in his desk and leans back.

Damn, I haven't missed that old smug f*****g face of his.