Chapter 5

“Is she dead?”

“Frost, does she look dead to ya?”

“Yeah Frost, you work in the Torture Division with Renzo you know how dead bodies look!”

“I told y'all this dickhead was retarded.”

“I know you ain't talkin’ Cheetah, damn high school dropout. At least I made it to college! You barely got past seventh grade.”

“I wouldn't take that but that's just me personally.”

“Slick, you're the reason God created the middle finger.”

Avalyn woke up to the ridiculous conversations being held above her head, her vision doubled at first and her ability to focus was shaken but gradually things became normal. The redhead groaned and the bickering turned into curious whispers, Ava soon found the strength to open her eyes. The moment she did, five men were leaning over her, staring into her face either admiring her for her good looks or wondering what planet a creature like her fell from.

Either way, she screamed, since they were unperturbed by the frightening sound they kept staring at her.

“What the hell?” her eyes grew as big as saucers. “Where am I? Who are you dimwits! Get away from my face!”

“Did this bitch just call me a dimwit or do my ears need waxing agai—”

“Zip it, Keagan,” a sun-kissed man wearing a bright pink durag turned to the man with a tie wrapped around his head. “This ain't no normal chick. Don brought her here so you know she's important.”

“Who are you people?” Ava, about over and done with their nonsense, attempted to leave where she was but upon lifting herself off the bed realized she had been restrained to it. By handcuffs above her. “Oh, you have got to be kidding me.”

“Did you suck his dick or something?” the durag guy said.

“If she did that must've been one good suck, Don hasn't brought a bitch home since the—” before the man with the tie could finish talking he received glares from all angles. “What? I'm just saying. What if he—”

“Frost shut the fuck up.”

“Why don't you shut me up, Trévon?”

“Might as well do!”

“If y'all are gonna fuck please do it outside there's a traumatized woman in the room.” Keagan glared at his comrades, their childishness irritating him.

“Okay everyone, silence! Let's introduce ourselves to the pretty lady. Hey there, my name is Cheeto. This guy here is Frost, that's Keagan, him over there is Trévon and lastly, this is Slick. Nice to meet you! What's your name?” Cheeto grinned down at the cuffed woman.

“Nonya.”

“What kind of dumb name is Nonya?” Trévon derisively laughed.

“None ya business, douchebag!” Ava kicked her legs up to kick him in the face, which sent him groaning. His body fell back on the floor as he suffered from a broken nose. Avalyn wanted to escape but two guns in the possessions of the remaining men had her staying still. 𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒑.

“We're being nice to you and this is your payment? You ungrateful—” Frost wanted to pull the trigger, promptly killing her but recalled his boss's strict words. 𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒃𝒚𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. He knew better than to disobey Godfather Bloody's rules. “Dang it, let's get rolling fellas. She doesn't want our generosity, a waste of my damn time.”

“Let's get outta here.” they all left mumbling, the door harshly slammed shut behind them. Trévon also found his way out but not without flipping her off.

Now that they were no longer present Avalyn had the chance to look around her surroundings. It was a magnificent room lavishly decorated. A chandelier was centring the ceiling, its yellowish light being the only source of lighting since outside is darker than the Devil's soul. Though back at the mansion had resplendent rooms this was something utterly incomparable, the white and gold accents of the interior deluded a feeling of elegance that only the filthy rich could afford. Though few, the perfectly placed decor pieces also played a part in the room's attractiveness.

Avalyn was laying in a four-poster bed made of wood she recognized as Rosewood, many of which grew in the forest that encircled her old University.

Across from her stood a full-length mirror that has her reflection looking back at her with the same ‘What the actual fuck am I doing here?’ expression. 𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚, 𝒔𝒐 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒆. 𝑶𝒌𝒂𝒚. 𝑭𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝑰 𝒆𝒙𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚. 𝑰 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕.

Gloomily she turned to her left, longingly staring through the window walls that took up a whole wall. The two curtains that were drawn gave her enough sight to view the outside, she could tell it wasn't very deep into the night. Roughly nine pm.

It was now just her, a room as big as an apartment and silence left.

Her prayer wasn't answered yet but Bloody did later come in, keys jingling in his one hand. He wore a jaguar print mulberry silk shirt draping over his black slacks, his shoes were unknown. His hair on the other hand had been combed to the back by most likely his fingers, completing his outfit with a solo black cross earring.

Avalyn struggled against the cuffs, and they were above her head so it didn't make things any better. As Bloody prowled further Ava tried numerous times to get herself out, a Mafioso and a woman who stole from him in the same room cannot possibly mean a good outcome. 𝑫𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔.

Bloody did the opposite of her craziest thoughts.

He quietly sat down on the bed next to her, his eyes glancing up and down her body pressed into the soft bed. Bloody proceeds to unlock the handcuffs but smartly she doesn't think of running.

The man was impressed by her intelligence. She isn't as naive as he thought. Pleased, he got up and turned to look down at her. The gentle up-and-down rhythmical movements her body made that synchronised with her breathing had his lips curling into a smile. “𝑩𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒂. 𝑳𝒆𝒊 𝒆́ 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂—” 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎.

“Since you have agreed to my request—”

“Liar liar pants on fire. I did no such thing.”

“You will be given a contract to sign—”

“Not unless it's a death note.”

“Then you will officially be mine—”

“I am not an object, Bloody. Nobody owns me.”

“You talk to me like that again and the next interruption will be this cock pushed to the back of your throat,” his blue eyes darkened, “It appears I will have to teach you manners and respect, young lady.” she grew silent like he wanted her to.

“Very well then,” Bloody clapped and the door opened, women in French maid clothing skipped in looking abnormally giddy. “You have exactly three minutes to sign the damn paper, after which you will wear this collar at all times unless I tell you not to,” two maids opened trays that revealed a stack of papers and a diamond-studded purple leather collar with a gold chain attached.

“Like hell I will,” her rebelliousness would not deter her no matter how much he threatened her, she was just not taking this man and his request seriously. At all. “I'm not signing shit so you can fuck off. I don't care who the hell you are! I'll return every penny of your money in a few days.”

“Avalyn, this is your last chance. Be a good little girl,” he warned her as his twisted personality began to fight for dominance.

She sat up, rolled off the bed and backed up to the corner. “No! I'm not agreeing to anything! I said I'd pay you back. Why won't you accept that? You haven't even told me where Dream is! You can choke on your spit. I'm not going near whatever is on that tray.”

The most dangerous silence thus far flew over. The air around them became chillingly cold. Bloody's eyes had gone from electric blue to navy in seconds. That can't mean anything good.

Can it?

“Wait...how...how did you know my name?”

“......get out and lock the door,” the maids ran for their lives.

“What? No!” Ava grabbed a vase to use as a weapon against the man that went from having the demeanour of a pop star to a wild tiger on the hunt for its next meal that just so happens to be her who managed to piss him off. “Stay back! Stay back or I'll hit you with this I swear to God!”

Bloody was purely amused. She thought a stupid vase can save her ass? He moved around the bed and grabbed the vase from her hands, putting it back on the table and bending both hands behind her back. It happened so fast she couldn't even scream. Now they both stood staring into the opposing person's eyes, that little trance broke when Bloody began dragging her.

“Ow! Hey! Stop! Let go of me! Get your hands off! Aah! That hurts!” he opened the window walls and brought her onto the balcony straight into the icy air of the night. Goosebumps instantly crawled up her skin.

Ava found herself being bent over the balcony's protective railings, her head now facing the multiple feet drop. Avalyn, who is afraid of heights, panicked but because of her reckless mouth, she wasn't going to escape his wrath this time. He tangled his fingers in her curls and pulled her head back, a wince was her response. Bloody pressed his nose against her neck and stayed that way for a lingering second, he ran his nose up her neck and across her angular jawline.

He sighed. “You are so irritating, but you smell so good.”

No words formed this time around as she feared for her life.

“How interesting, cat ran off with your tongue, bunny?” Bloody trailed her collarbone with his finger. “How unlucky you are. Now, bend over. And I swear to God if I have to say it twice I'll throw you off this balcony faster than lightning can strike a tree down.”