Chapter 15

Z A R A

"I—" I was about to begin but Frank cuts me off.

"The traffic was—" but he also pauses.

Alejandro pulls out his gun, pointing it at Frank's legs, "Traffic was what?" His eyes are cold, calculating... downright evil. All the blood drains from my face, my heart beating at an uncontrollable speed.

"Alejandro!" I accidentally yell out.

He whips his head in my direction, his eyes even colder than before, "What?"

"It was m-my fault. I'm s-sorry, it won't h-happen again," I didn't sound convincing, my voice is shaking too much. I don't sound convincing, not because I'm afraid, but because it wasn't my fault but it wasn't Frank's fault either!

Frank's eyes widen as if I made a big mistake.

"Really? Not only are you late, but you also decide to lie in order to save another man?" His gun makes a clicking noise... he's preparing to shoot, isn't he?. At that moment, my body freezes and I swear, my soul almost slipped out of my body from just sheer fear.

"Aleja—" before I can say anything any further, a loud pop goes up and Frank is instantly on the floor. He groans painfully loud, grabbing ahold of his knee against his chest. No one around us even flinches at the scene unfolding in front of us. The nude women dancing around the pole continue with their performance as the men and women enjoying the show don't even bat an eyelash.

A shriek leaves my throat, "Alejandro, what the hell?! He doesn't have control over traffic! Why would you... you're..."

Alejandro stands up, approaching me. He grabs ahold of my face in between in his hand, while shoving the tip of the gun against my throat with brute force.

"What I'm baffled about is why you're trying to protect him," he turns my head aggressively to face Frank's weak body and then turns it back to face him. "Would you care to enlighten me?"

"Because you're impulsive," a wave of sudden anger flares up within me. "Like I've said before, a man has no control over the traffic that impacts the duration of travel. We were late simply because of traffic, nothing else. It's unfair that you'd blame it on him, let alone shoot him for something as minor as being late."

"Oh? I see you've come here with quite a bit of confidence tonight," there's amusement playing in his eyes. "Did I not punish you thoroughly the last couple of times?" He lets go of me to take a seat again. This makes me trip backward slightly, not realizing how much I was depending on his grip to be able to stand.

"Take him away," Alejandro instructs the two men who were standing behind him, who abide within seconds, dragging Frank's body out of the room.

"Well, what are you looking at? Take a seat," he points at the couch facing him.

My trembling body manages to walk up to the seat and sit down on.

"Baby, what's wrong?" A woman walks by and takes a seat right on Alejandro's thigh.

I thought I was trembling before but I'm violently quivering right now. Her platinum blonde hair falls gracefully just above her slim waist. Her hazel-like brown eyes flutter gently, complimenting her chiseled yet soft features. Her bust looks like it will fall right out of her tube top if she makes one wrong move. But I know she wouldn't be ashamed because her figure's a dream.

God, she's gorgeous. She's so damn gorgeous! I think to myself while my hands form into tight fists. I look away from them, my heart clenching painfully at the sight out of mixed emotions. Is it jealousy? Hurt? Anger? All of the above?

"Nothing. Frank caused a bit of a scene and I had to show him his place," he answers casually.

"Oh," her voice is soft. "Who's this?"

"This is Zara, my fiancée," he introduces me. "Zara, this is Amelia, a... friend."

A friend? A friend? What kind of a fool does he think I am? She giggles in the most prettiest manner, I don't even have the confidence to look at her. "You really locked this poor thing to you," she says to him.

"Zara, it's rude to avoid eye contact when someone's talking to you," he warns.

I want to punch his teeth in so bad, that the frustration within next keeps rising at a dangerous level. Another man walks across from me and takes a seat beside Alejandro. I slightly look up to catch a glimpse of him and wasn't expecting him to look like this.

This man has features that are intimidating yet gentle with tattoos on parts of his face and many covering his long arms. Speaking of long arms, he looks extremely tall, even taller than Alejandro. He's built like a perfect runway model. His hair is dark, tousled around to give it a soft, almost fluffy look. He's dressed in almost all black, with multiple chains hanging from around his pants. He looks edgy yet laid back.

However, his eyes are burning a hole in my soul, he's looking at me with such an intense gaze, yet I can't pinpoint exactly what kind of emotion it is. I can tell it's not a welcoming look.

"Zara, I asked you to look up, didn't I?" There's a hint of annoyance in Alejandro's tone. I sigh and look up to see his hand resting on the man's thigh. This looks almost... intimate? A woman on his lap and a man at his side.

Are they... no-no, right? Wait—

"This is Marcus," he says. "Marcus, this is Zara."

Marcus looks like he's glaring at me as if I almost killed his dog or something.

"Nice to meet you," my voice comes out quieter than I would've liked.

"How on earth did you convince her to come with you?" Amelia asks.

You'd think she'd get off after finding out I'm the fiancée.

"I didn't. I just took her," Alejandro shrugs his shoulders.

"A very Alejandro Genovese move," she giggles. Does he kidnap a girl every month or something? Why is this taken so lightly?

"She doesn't look like your type," Marcus comments.

"She clearly isn't," Alejandro admits a bit too quickly for my liking.

Marcus and Amelia raise their brows in sync.

"But she did capture my attention, which may have been a big mistake on her part," he chuckles in a sinister manner. "Right, Zara?"

"You're correct," I bite back. "I'm regretting it immensely right about now."

"My, my..." he smirks as stands up from his seat to approach me. He grabs me by my chin and aggressively shoves his knee in between my legs, earning a gasp from me. "You've become quite feisty tonight, haven't you?" I answer him with silence.

"I see that you're not wearing an underwear, just as I instructed," the sickly satisfaction on his face angers me. "But tonight, I'll have you watch me have fun."

Watch? Watch him have what kind of fun?

He motions something at another one of his guards as he steps back. The guard pulls out restraints that were tucked inside the couch.

"Ma'am, your hands," he asks.

"My hands? What's going on?" My voice starts shaking again. Before I can process, the guard manages to cuff each hand to restraints that are connected to each end of the couch.

"Alejandro, what's the meaning of this?" The utter fear in my voice rises again.

He rolls his eyes, "I already mentioned I do not enjoy repeating myself." The music suddenly gets louder as Amelia and Marcus begin to strip away their clothes.

"What the hell?!" My eyes are wide open.

"Tonight, I want you to watch me enjoy myself as you dread every second of it," he states in a morbid tone. "I want to see that pretty, bright light leave your eyes as I fuck the night away while you have no choice but to helplessly watch." I watch in horror as Amelia climb on top of Alejandro, fiercely kissing him, his hand tangled in her hair while his other hand slips inside of Marcus' pants.

I'm going to throw up. I'm definitely not making it through the night.

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when I said things were going to be fucked up, I wasn't joking. And this is only just the beginning.. (╥﹏╥)

the next chapter will be updated soon.