Chapter 4 TRYING TO ESCAPE

Amelia's POV

Presently

I woke up feeling sore at almost every joint in my body.

As my eyes fluttered open, the white ceiling that glared at me had me frowning.

I turned to my side and the navy blue and white curtains that danced due to the wind from outside... had me thinking.

The curtains in my room are green and not freaking navy blue.

'Where am I?'

I sat upright as the memories rushed me like a storm.

I f**ing passed out in the arms of those men and I have been taken.

'I cannot afford to stay wherever this is. I went to the door and was gladdened when I saw the key in the keyhole.

I locked it and thought of the next step.

'Yes, the window!'

I opened it and looked downwards. It was a good distance away and without support, I would have my head colliding to the earth - that is not part of the plan.

Remembering how my parents had helped my sister and I down our window before the police caught up with them, I grabbed the curtain.

I tugged at it fiercely.

Discovering its firmness, I smiled despite my situation.

There might be a way after all.

I opened the window, sat on it, with the curtain wrapped around me and I swung downwards.

I aimed for outside the fenced wall but the curtain was too short and I was left hanging.

Half way up and half way down.

I began to hear voices approach and fear settled within me. Getting caught would be far worse than when I was in the room.

I held onto the curtain and tried lifting myself up.

I had gone a good distance up when I felt the curtain tear from its hold.

"No...no...no" I said softly as I held my breath.

I lifted myself again and the curtain tore again. This time around, a drop of sweat fell off my brow as I took in a deeper breath.

"I heard she tried to fight off Elijah and Thomas..." A man's voice rang out and the voice was closer than ever.

"Please no...no" I said. My pleas fell on deaf ears as the curtain finally lost its hold.

I fell backwards and thankfully there was a huge tree there to support my weight before I finally got to the floor.

'How can the curtains of a Mafia Don's house be so weak?' I thought in anger.

As I mourned the pains in my body, two unfamiliar faces came into view.

"You must be Amelia," One of them said.

They pulled me up and dragged me into the mansion.

"Let me go you pig headed idiots" I spat and they laughed.

"You don't know who you are messing with!" I screamed at them as I tried to reach them but I couldn't.

My arms were wide apart and my legs could not reach the floor. I could not remember feeling this tiny but these men have done a pretty good job at reminding me.

"Sire's new property!" One of them replied to me with a jerky smile before he used his free hand to knock on a huge brown door.

The knob of the door was gold plated and the door held the engravings of a dragon.

I had not even taken a good look at my surroundings as they dragged me. I just wanted to get the hell away.

"Sorry to disturb you Sire but the lady was trying to escape" The other man said loudly.

'Does their boss have a hearing problem?"

I frowned deeper and I felt my hormones quirk within me. I felt like a mess.

"Bring her in" I heard a rich velvety and husky voice call from inside.

The door opened and yet again I was dragged in.

"Let me go," I shouted again.

This time around, they did and my knees hit the floor...not too painful though.

'Jerks!' I cursed.

I held onto my arm where I had been held and rubbed it. I looked at the one that had held me in my sore arm and gave him the stink eye.

Behind him was a huge mirror that covered that part of the room.

Leaves were jutting out of my hair and my shirt was torn by the side.

There were scratches on my arms and a slight cut on my lip.

I stopped my pathetic look at myself when I heard my name being called.

"Amelia Camille Gianni" That same masculine voice called again and I finally looked up.

For the second time in one day, I cursed.

"Fanculo"

He looked nothing like what I was expecting...nothing like what I had in my head.

Seven years ago, I cried too much because of the situation and realization of this day that I had not taken a good look at him.

His hair was combed back but there was a strand that fell over his left eye.

His small eyes were fierce and their gaze pierced through me.

His lips were set in a straight line and from the lines on his face, I could read...Displeasure!

Then I realized that he was watching me look at him.

"Have your eyes drunk enough Piccino?" He asked as he stood up from his seat.

I followed his height as he stood up...damn, he is tall!

His table is wide and large and contains a laptop and numerous papers strewn atop it.

There was an array of books on a shelf and it looked like the books were arranged according to colour.

The floor was covered in a deep wine rug and I realized that was the reason my knees didn't make a knocking sound when those men rudely threw me to the floor.

"There is nothing worthy for my eyes to drink" I said as I stood up from my knees, my hand still clutching the area that was roughly held.

His eyes dimmed and his overbearing presence became frightful.

I could feel his emotion wash and flow through the room like a heat wave. It is just a bloody aura.

The aura of an alpha male.

"Leave us alone" He said referring to the guards that had brought me but his eyes remained on me.

"Yes Sire" They responded simultaneously.