Elsie POV

I woke up with a slight headache. I rubbed my eye but I felt pain when I lifted my hand. I noticed my elbow was injured. I scanned my surrounding which I'm not familiar with. My eyes landed on the figure lie next to me, on the king-size bed.

I gasped.

"Oh, my God," I yelped and sat on the bed.

He woke up and turned his eyes to me.

"Love, why are you shouting? You almost break my eardrum!" He spat. I couldn't believe my eyes and ears at this moment. What did he call me? Love?

"What are you doing here? No, where am I now and who changed my cloth? What have you done to me?" I asked in one breath. I stood at the edge of the bed with a man shirt covering my body. I slightly peaked inside my shirt making sure nothing was wrong underneath.

"Don't worry, I didn't take off your bra," he said rubbing his eyes and rested his head on the headboard with one of his arms under behind his head. I feel my face turned crimson red with the imagination of him changing my cloth invaded my mind.

"Wait, now I recall what happens," I said massaging my temple.

"You are the one who asked them to kidnap me?" I threw him a question. He nodded with his eyes fixed on me, not bother to answer me verbally.

"So, you are the boss?" My mind answered the question before he could do so. The realization hit me. I covered my mouth with my hand. I gazed at him waiting for his reply.

"I prefer another word that sounds better than kidnap," he said staring at me with unreadable emotion.

"And what am I supposed to call that?" I mocked feeling irritated.

"Probably, fetch you up for a talk or some business," he smirked arrogantly.

"I can report you to the police," I exclaimed tried to brave myself.

"I might add I don't do well with the police and I don't like them to come on my way."

"What do you want from me?"

"You know what I want." He strode closer to me. I take a few steps backward tried to avoid him but unfortunately, my back reached the wall. He jailed me in between his arms by blocking the way out. I raised my head and looked at him straight in the eyes, shield my fear behind. He was shirtless with his built body and tattoos covered his left arm and chest. I keep staring at his trimmed beard until I didn't notice that his brown eyes keep observing my action.

"Love my beard?" His voice makes me almost jump. I cleared my throat pretended I wasn't mesmerizing his good-looking figure a moment ago.

"I want you," he said and paused before continuing. "For Andrea," he whispered near my ear which sends a shiver to my body. I hate my body for betraying me.

He stared at me with a close distance between us.

"I told you I will get a 'yes' from you." He reminded me of our last conversation.

"And I remember I told you too that I won't say 'yes' to you." I challenged him but he just chuckled in return.

"What a brave girl."

"Indeed."

"What if I tell you I will kill your family if you didn't accept the offer?" I can see his eyes darken. I believed that was an empty threat.

"No, you are lying. You won't do that." My instinct still told me that he wasn't a bad guy. Or, perhaps I was wrong all this time?

"Andrea is a good girl but I'm not. Killing is part of my life and I did that without any doubt. The truth is I enjoyed it." He strokes my cheek with the back of his palm. I closed my eyes as it terrified me. My body was trembling with his gesture. Now, I truly believed that he was evil and I hate this guy for using cruel ways on me.

"How do you know about my family?"

"Done with a snap of fingers, love. Not a big deal. Your home, job, friends, and your beloved father, everything is under my control."

"Why? Why you need to go till this extend?"

"Because I want it goes with my flows."

"But you can hire other people for this job. There must be a lot of people that will like your offer." I screamed the last few words annoyingly.

"Yeah, I have the same thought too. So, you tell me, love, why don't you accept this offer?" He twirled his head to the right side.

"I have my own life and I'm not a puppet who follows what you want me to do." He smirked arrogantly upon my words.

"Puppet," he smirked repeating the word. "That sounds interesting, maybe we can try that." He narrowed his eyes on me without any intention to break the contact. I felt suffocated been jailed in his arms.

"Who are you actually?" I asked whilst my eyes scanned tattoos that covering his arm to his chest.

"I'm from the mafia, love." He confessed and I can felt his breath fanning on my face.

The word 'love' that he used doesn't sound romantic but on the other hand, it sounds scary. Mafia, not someone that I ever expected in my life.

He was my nightmare!

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