Elsie POV

I decided to go to my condo today to take some stuff and do some cleaning. I had left the condo for a few months and I'm sure it was in a dusty condition which enquired some cleaning. I left once I informed Dexter and I was beyond happy when he allowed me to go out without any bodyguard. That was after I convinced him that I won't run away.

I parked my car at the parking lot near the lift. I stepped out of the car and strolled to the lift. Suddenly, I feel a big muscular arm pulling me from behind. I flailed my arms and legs attempting to save myself but it was useless since my energy wasn't anything compared to the big guy behind me. I wanted to scream for help but before that, he slammed me against the wall and all I feel was the stinging on my forehead and a hard object landed on the back of my head making me unconscious.

"You think how long it will take for her to wake up?"

"Do you think we need to do something to wake her up?"

"When the boss will be here?"

I heard a few voices talking with each other. I tried to open my eyes and saw three men in black leather jackets and weird tattoos on their necks discussing something. It seems like a tattoo for a gang since it was identical for three of them and I think I saw this tattoo before but I couldn't recall.

I was seated on the chair with my hand tied on the arm of the chair. I scanned my surroundings and it was an abandoned warehouse. It looks old and scary, like some haunted place. I feel the pain shooting my head.

"Oh, you finally awake, beauty." One of the men spat when he noticed that I'm awake.

"Maybe we can play a little before the boss comes back." The other one with a nasty smile interrupted.

"No, we can't. Boss warned us not to touch her." The other one argued. At least, he was better.

"Who is your boss?" I clouded my fear.

"You will know later, he will be here soon," the one that was better among them answered.

"Hello, pretty!" The voice echoed in the warehouse.

A middle-aged guy with his men, who was around eight of them, entered the warehouse prowled towards me. I arched my eyebrows looking clearly at the face that walked in the front. It was obvious that he was the boss.

"Lorenzo," I recalled this guy. The one that made Dexter pissed off at the charity event.

"I can't believe you are the one who kidnapped me!" I scowled with anger.

"Tsk, tsk. It's not kidnapping. We need to talk without any interruption and I wouldn't like it if Anderson is on our way," he smirked with a devilish look.

"All of you wait outside. Make sure no one come in before I give any order." He commanded his men and they all followed his words like a dog, a trained dog.

Huh, little minions. I mocked silently.

"So, how are you, pretty? I hate to talk to you like this. We should talk while having some romantic lunch or dinner." He approached closer.

"That will never happen!" I scoffed while wriggling my hand that was tied on the chair. It was painful and I can felt that it will turn into a bruise soon.

"Maybe someday, who knows," he chuckled and caressed my face. I turned my face to another side to avoid him.

"I want you to hear something and you can decide if you want to further our relationship." He took out his phone from his pocket and searching for something.

"Hear this out," he said and turned on the loudspeaker. I listened to it as he wishes.

"Boss, I need to report something to you."

"Straight to the point."

"We have some issue with the company's deal. Her dad made some chaos within the gang and the police were involved. Now the deal was taken by the other gang and they treated to snatch our second deal too for next week."

"How they found out about this? We never spoke this to the outsider."

"We are still checking on this, boss. We suspected that there are some moles in our gang and we are looking at it."

"Make it quick before I do it myself."

"Noted, boss."

"Kill her dad if he caused any trouble."

My mind was busy digesting the conversation. That voice sounds way too familiar.

"So, what is your real intention?" I asked, not sure why he asked me to listen to the recording.

"Sound familiar, right?" He asked with a devilish smile.

"Yeah, it was Dexter and why do you want me to listen to that conversation?"

"Poor girl. Don't you read the news today?"

"What do you mean by that?"

He shows me something on his phone. It was some news from the article. My eyes widened when I saw the news. No, this can't be true!

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