kidnapped

NATALYA'S POV

Total darkness.

It's all I saw the moment I opened my eyes. My eyes hurt and my head pained me instantly that I closed my eyes immediately.

"Shit",

Realization hit me when I opened my eyes again and I realised that I was blindfolded.

Death

The evil men last night killed the man and also the lady who I found in the bathroom.

They drugged me too.

Anxiety rushed through out my whole body, the moment I remembered everything. I panicked and quickly I tried to stand up but something pulled me down.

I was tied down to a chair. Tears already brimming in my eyes, I wiggled against the restraints but nothing worked.

"It won't untie. You dumb to think so", A deep voice said, and I froze. The voice was probably from one the guards because they went on with murmuring about me but later they stopped and they opened the cell quickly.

"Good morning Mr Dimitri", My lips trembled immediately when I heard that.

It was my turn.

Holy fucking hell, these men were going to kill me too.

I was the next, it was evident because I heard foot steps making their way to me.

I didn’t say anything for a moment and didn't try to shake my body at all.

"Ona yavlyayetsya tot suka, ya pokhishchen", (She is the bitch , I kidnapped).

Russian again

Whoever spoke, didn't know that I knew it and I didn't want them to know.

"Pohchemu delal ty derzhat yeye zhivoy?", (why did you keep her alive", The next voice was laced with anger.

"Kill her right now", He added before the person he asked could answer.

"But....",

"Let's kill her right now", The angry one cut the one who was protesting in mid sentence.

An involuntary cry i'mmediately came out of my lips when I heard the footsteps probably the mafia's men walk to me. To kill me.

"Ona ne spit." (She's awake)

Someone spoke and then he torn off my blindfold.

Harsh light blinded immediately and I squinted my eyes but still I recognised the number of men who were in the room.

Five men..... three massive men who had their faced hidden in masks and the other two were dressed up in black suits.

I sucked in a breath when my eyes raised up and fall on the one I witnessed last night kill a man. The one who ordered his men to run after me and get me. He was still the same and he just glared at me.

Things were not that bad not until when I turned my eyes and they fall on the next man who was wearing a suit too

They say that the eyes are the mirrors to the soul but this one's soul was cold and dead.

He had ocean blue eyes were but still they were demonic and terrifying.

What was worse, was that he was terribly good looking, with blonde spiky hair, and a towering height. He was built, his presence screamed power. He was so hot but still he looked like death, a dark and beautiful death. What was so terrifying, was how beautiful his darkness really was. He even had the a skull tattoo displayed against his neck.

I was checking him out but he was also staring at me with his demonic eyes. He just stood towering above me with his jaw clenched. When he made one step towards me, I shrinked away from his stare and lowered my head.

"What is your name." He lastly spoke while still making his way to me.

I flinched at his Russian accent, it was strong and his voice was so cold.

"I swear , I won't tell anyone", Fear coursing through my body, I just blurted out, the words that have been on my mind since last night.

"I asked for your name, you little whore", Out of the blue , he gripped my chin and I i'mmediately started trembling.

"Natalya", I answered quickly. I was scared out of my fucking mind and I was already sweating.

"The last one",

My anxiety rose when I heard that. My real problem was that. I didn’t want to say it. I didn't want anyone to know it.

I felt the tension in the room but I refused to speak the last name. I felt everyone's eyes on me as they waited for me to finally speak but nothing came out of my mouth. No one knew that Nikolai Martinez was my father so there was no where I was going to use his last name.

"This bitch needs to be killed right now", Fuming he quickly removed his gun from his pocket and pointed at it.

The moment I saw the gun, it became hard for me to breathe. I felt as if the walls in the tiny room were closing to me. I was going to be killed right now but still I wasn’t ready to say my last name.

"Brother let her stay, don't kill her", I heard a female voice speak.

"Brother?", I instantly turned my eyes to the one who had spoken. She was the same lady that approached me when we were at my father's burial ceremony.

Two Russian ruthless mafia relatives.

The same blood.

"Not this time", The cold hearted brother shook his head.

"This bitch has just disrespected me, I can't keep her alive?", He hissed.

"And when did you become soft", The added staring at his sister. His laugh was laced with evil and everything bad. It seemed like I had just encountered a devil in it's true form.

"Davayte derzhat' yeye zhivoy", (let's just keep her alive", The lady spoke in Russian and still I pretended like I didn't know it.

"Why would we? You know...." The cruel man walked back to his sister.

I opened my mouth and interrupted their conversation before I could stop myself, "I promise I will not tell anyone"

The cruel brother whipped around with fury in his eyes. Seemed like it was the first time someone had cut him off. "Shut that fucking mouth Nata" He snapped, his voice roaring and echoing

"It's Natalya." I stupidly rephrased my name but in a soft voice.

His intense glare burned through me and he snarled, "NATA." He repeated it in a deep Russian accent.

I slammed my lips shut and let him continue to argue with his sister about my stay. The lady explained to him for some good time until when he finally nodded his head in acceptance.

"Take her in one of the rooms but the moment she disrespects me again, I won't hesitate killing her",