Chapter 2 Captured

Lily woke up to a splitting headache and a feeling of nausea. She was lying on a cold, hard floor, and her hands were bound behind her back. She tried to move, but her body ached all over, and she felt disoriented.

As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, she realized that she was in a dingy basement. The walls were made of concrete, and there was a faint smell of mold and dampness in the air. She struggled to remember how she had ended up here, but her mind was hazy.

Just then, she heard footsteps approaching, and a figure loomed in front of her. The man who walked in had a tall and lean build, with broad shoulders and a chiseled jawline. His hair was slicked back and his piercing dark eyes glinted in the dim light of the basement. He wore a black leather jacket over a white shirt and dark jeans, and a silver chain dangled from his neck.

His face was stoic and expressionless as if he was used to being in control and commanding respect. He exuded an aura of danger and unpredictability, and Lily couldn't help but feel a shiver run down her spine in his presence. He looked down at her with a blank expression, as if she was just an object.

"Well, well, well, look who's awake," he said in a low, menacing voice, a smirk on his face as he squatted down to her height. "Did you have a good nap, sweetheart?"

Lily tried to speak, but her throat was dry, and her mouth felt like cotton. The man chuckled and leaned down to her level. She could only watch the man from behind the curtain of her hair. She didn't like him one bit.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you... for now," he said, his breath hot on her face. "But you're going to have to answer a few questions for me. And I suggest you tell me the truth, or else things might get... messy." He then leaned forward, whispering into her ears "And I hate cleaning up a mess."

"You are only going to make her scared idiot" Another man walked in. "Don said we should tie her up in a chair"

The other man grinned maniacally. "Awesome. I wonder what we are going to do to her"

He brought his hands to her face, running a finger down her cheek. Lily turned her face to the left. Away from his hands. He seemed like a psycho who enjoyed torture.

"Hmm, feisty. I like her" With that they placed a bag over her head and took her from the cold hard floor taking her to another room.

Lorenzo, who was seated with his legs crossed, motioned to the man who had spoken, giving him a silent order. The man walked over to Lily and removed the bag from her head. As her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw that they were inside a dimly lit room. She was tied to a chair, her hands and legs bound with ropes. Panic began to set in as she realized the gravity of the situation.

She kept on praying in her heart, praying that they don't do to her what she imagined they would.

Lorenzo walked over to her, his piercing blue eyes staring intently at her. Lily recognized him as the man who shot those men, and the fear in her eyes intensified.

"It's okay," he said in a calm voice. "You're safe now."

Lily tried to speak, but the gag in her mouth prevented her from doing so. Safe? How was this safe? She is being held hostage in a place she doesn't know and he called this safe?

Lorenzo gestured to the man who had removed the bag, who proceeded to take the gag off. Lily gasped for air, taking deep breaths.

Her throat was still parched and she needed water but she had to manage. She was too scared that they might give her poisoned water.

Lorenzo, who sat in front of her, watched her every move. He had never had anything to do with women. He hated being in their presence feeling as if they were too weak, unable to fight. He did not want the stress of hurting a woman as it was against his code of conduct.

He was a man who values trust and hates betrayals. But as he watched the petite girl try to breathe in this setting, a string in his cold hardened heart pulled a bit.

"Can you tell us what you heard back there?" Lorenzo asked.

"I don't know," She said in a low voice.

Lorenzo got up and walked towards her.

Lily couldn't help but shiver.

He had piercing blue eyes that seemed to look right through you, and tousled brown hair that fell over his forehead. He had a sharp jawline and a well-defined chin, giving his face a rugged, masculine look. He was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders and a toned physique.

Despite his tough exterior, there was a hint of vulnerability in his eyes that suggested he had been through some hard times. All in all, he was a strikingly handsome man, with a presence that commanded attention.

"Your name is Lily Evans, a struggling waitress. Orphaned at 10, love in the Slumps has an innocent exterior. You have nothing to lose, so you would be the perfect pawn"

"What are you trying to say?" Lily asked him.

"You know exactly what I am trying to say, Lily Evans," Lorenzo said, squatting to her height. "Now tell me what you know"