The Don's Captive

Chapter 5 :Prey for thepredator

“Please stop!!” I beg, wrapping my fingers around my chest to cover whatever I can.

I curl myself into a tight little ball to avoid whatever glimpse he may get. Silent sobs rake through my being as I force my brain not to go back to that moment.

I don't deserve to be there.

The cold seeping into my bones from the hard tiles does nothing to move me.

“Thought so. You can beg after all.” he snorted, slowly lowering himself to my level.

He grazes the tip of his finger down the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine.

“I haven't even started yet, darling. Watch me break you.” he growls, sliding his fingers into my hair before tugging back hard.

“Ahh!!” I yelp, face scrunched up in pain as tears run down my cheeks.

“Be ready in an hour, we have somewhere to be,” he says, his lips lifting slightly before turning back down like it's a crime to smile.

My eyes rake over his face, watching his cheek dip as he grins, those honey eyes filled with nothing but emptiness.

Even when he acts to be enjoying this, his eyes say otherwise. It's sad.

“Stop staring.” he barks, letting go of my hair so harshly before stomping towards the door.

“Don't be even one second late. Get ready,” he barks, before yanking the door open with so much fury.

“Ready for wh–” the door slams hard, silencing my question.

A scoff leaves my lips, yet I make no attempt to get up. I feel drained, exhausted.

My brain keeps worrying back to that moment. The moment that hurts my life, the one that makes me smile while I die inside.

It's at that moment I realized how much I hated him. He gets to be moody and cold all freely while I have to smile, and give my two cents to a world I don't give a s**t about.

I have to smile at everyone, wave at everyone all because I am the daughter of a rich man. Papa already hates me, giving him a bad name isn't going to get me high on his list.

The door creaks, causing me to turn around still in my ball position.

These ladies walk into the room in black and white uniforms.

“The son asked us to prepare you for the party,” The lady in the middle, spotting a black shiny hair, speaks.

Her eyes are warm. It's nice.

The other two simply glare at me.

“How about we start with a bath? You will look lovely when we are done I promise.” she giggles, raising her right hand into the air.

“What is your name?” I can't help but ask.

“My name is Amelia,” she murmurs, lowering her head as she clamps down on her bottom.

“Ok Amelia, I am Jolene,” I say, causing a smile to stretch on her lips.

I think we are going to be good friends.

I don't say that out loud though. Instead, I rise up, and say, “Let's get me pretty.”

“Yayyyy!!” she squeals.

Such joy.

*

I slowly head down the stairs, heels clicking as I take each step. They really did wonders to me.

Dressing me up in a tight light pink dress that flows down to my ankles with a slit on the right side so high up to my thighs.

The arms are sleeveless with a v-shaped front, leaving some of my cleavage out.

I turn around the stairs, finally arriving at the bottom of the stairs where the honey-eyed man is waiting.

“I am ready.” I murmur softly.

“Let's go, and behave,” he says in a cold, deep voice.

He doesn't even turn to stare or even look my way.

“HOLD ON!!! I am ready,” a chirpy voice screams.

The redhead girl whips through, her tight dress exposing almost all her skin.

“I never invited you,” he growls, barely sending her a glance before whipping past.

I press my fist towards my dress, the sparkling tiles more interesting than staring at the raving redhead.

“Dominic!!” she screeches, her hands are down before he wraps his around her neck, and sends her body flying.

“You are not above killing,” he says, then stalks out.

So his name is Dominic? Wow.

I rushed after him. She should be grateful no one is present, and I keep wondering why though.

“Don't leave my side at the party no matter what,” he says once I enter the car.

“Yes sir.” I reply in a mocking tone.

*

The party is in full swing by the time we get there, people trooping in and out.

It's a mansion, a white one to be specific. The air is filled with snobs talking, and laughing while secretly wanting each other dead.

“Why am I here?” I groan, taking my bottom lips into my mouth as I press my palm into a fist.

“Shut up!!” he barks, rearing his head backward to glare at me before turning back to his conversation.

So I do just that because I want nothing more than to leave in peace.

My eyes literally burn from all the different colors piercing into it. Men move about as they speak with each other, not paying a single attention to the ladies beside them.

.

“Dominic Marino,” a familiar voice rings out, causing me to pause.

I snap my head just in time as Dom says, “Nice to see you, Mr Torrez.”

Dad?

Before I can make out another loud bang sends us flying in different directions as loud deep ringing fills m

y ears.

“GET DOWN!!!!” someone screams. Then all he'll let loose as the sounds of bullets fill the air.

What the hell is going on?