Chapter 6 6. Caught

To reach the toilet, Natalie needed to pass through a quiet corridor. There, she deliberately took off her stilettos and leaned against the wall. She sighed wearily. "You know, this hurts," she complained.

Bryan looked down, noticing Natalie's blistered fingertips. Those beautiful feet looked pathetic as they were covered in red on the fingertips and heels.

"Being a woman is never easy," Natalie said. Bryan was silent, with a foggy mind. He scrutinized her body from top to bottom. The allure of her body was so strong. He was no Dante who could ignore such a beautiful and sexy woman.

"Do you have any ointment or something?" Natalie asked.

"No, I don't. We never carry things like that."

Natalie's expression became sullen. She bent over until her narrow cleavage was visible from the front. Her hands rubbed the tips of her toes. "I can't walk anymore."

"Let me help you," Bryan smirked. He pulled Natalie to her feet and carried her to the toilet.

Natalie smiled meaningfully. She hugged Bryan's solid waist to tease him. He had bad thoughts for her, so she didn't hesitate to sacrifice him.

"Wait here," Natalie said after they arrived outside the ladies' room.

"Why don't you let me in? It's quiet."

Natalie showed a doubtful expression. Bryan suddenly pulled her inside. Sure enough, there was no one in the restroom. The man suddenly pushed her against the sink.

"What are you doing?"

Bryan bent Natalie's body over the sink. Her cleavage was clearly visible in the mirror before them. He held her hands behind her back. "Miss Smith, Mr. Vittorio has never been in love with anyone."

"So? Do you think I wish he would love me?" Natalie asked, looking at the man her age in the mirror. She smiled while biting her lower lip.

"Bitch." The man laughed and then kissed her neck. Natalie moaned seductively, making Bryan even bolder. He turned her around and kissed her greedily on the lips.

Natalie slowly rotated their positions until Bryan was the one with his back to the sink. Her hand silently reached for the ceramic vase on the edge of the sink. Her eyes flashed with cold light.

"Excuse me," she whispered. Before Bryan could react, she hit him hard on the back of his head with the vase. The man's eyes widened before he fell unconscious.

"Sorry," Natalie muttered with a flat face. She spat into the sink and then rubbed her lips roughly. The method of teasing was disgusting, but she had no other quicker and more effective way.

She quickly stripped off Bryan's suit and used it to cover her dress. After dragging his body to the corner, she quickly ran out of the restroom, barefoot.

Her heart was beating fast. She looked right and left as she kept running. The direction she took was a deserted fire escape. A security guard stopped her there. "Miss, what's wrong?"

Natalie's appearance was unusual. She was running around like she was being chased by someone. Her feet were bare and covered in blisters. The security guard was wary of a crime there.

"Someone is trying to harass me, sir. I have to leave quickly before he catches up with me. Please don't tell anyone that you've seen me!" pleaded Natalie with a terrified expression.

"Miss, where is he, and what does he look like? You better... Miss, wait!"

Natalie didn't care about the security guard. She entered the fire escape and immediately ran downstairs. Her steps were so fast that she almost fell many times. Her chest was tight, and she was gasping for air, but she kept on pushing.

Arriving downstairs, Natalie held onto the wall limply. Her face was already pale. She felt that she would soon be free, and that made her even more excited.

"Hang in there, Natalie. After this, you won't have to get involved with those vile people anymore," she muttered as she took a deep breath.

She smiled and pushed open the fire escape door. Suddenly, her vision caught a man standing in front of her with his head tilted. A smirk appeared on his lips. "Are you lost, darling?"

Natalie's face turned as white as paper. The hope that had risen in her heart was dashed. Her feet stepped back weakly. She shook her head in disbelief. "How ...."

"How would I know?" Dante stepped closer. His hands were in his pants pockets. He looked relaxed, but the look in his eyes was cold.

"You can play tricks on others, but not with me. Can fool others, but can't fool me," he whispered.

Natalie immediately turned around and ran for the stairs. However, Dante quickly reached out and gripped her hand firmly. "Cavey, you're not a fool. Why do you have to do something futile?"

"Because I'm not going to stand by and wait for you to torture me to death!" screamed Natalie. She glared at the man. "This pretense is over. You don't need me anymore. So, let me go."

"Someone sent you to me," Dante said coldly.

"Lucas only wanted money! He sold me for money!" growled Natalie. Her eyes were red. She really didn't understand why Dante always accused her of that. How to make him believe that she had nothing to do with Lucas?

"You're so paranoid. Are you so afraid I'll harm you?"

Dante's eyes grew cold. Natalie laughed mockingly. "You're big and muscular. But you're afraid of a weak woman like me? Oh, I just found out that Vittorio is a real coward."

"What?" Dante frowned.

"You're a coward!" insulted Natalie with a glare. Suddenly, Dante grabbed her chin and gripped it firmly. Her head snapped up. She winced in pain.

"You're so brave," he hissed coldly. "Natalie Hale, if I reveal your identity and whereabouts, do you think you can still live freely?"

Natalie's face paled. She stared at the man hatefully. "Right, you already know my identity."

The man smirked coldly. "I've said it before. If you behave well, then I'll give you a reward. But if you make trouble, I won't spare you from punishment either."

He grabbed Natalie's hand and dragged her to one of the hotel rooms. The woman tried to rebel, but she had already lost a lot of energy after being tired of running away. She wasn't able to fight Dante at all.

"What a demon!" hissed Natalie.

Dante smiled coldly. He closed the hotel room door with a bang and pushed Natalie down onto the bed. She quickly got up, but he pushed her back down again.

"Cavey, I'm not afraid you'll kill me." The man looked up at Natalie from where he stood. "But I need to know who's after me."

Natalie just stared coldly to the side. She was silent.

"If you turn to my side, I would appreciate it."

And she remained silent.

"How do I get you to say something?" Dante suddenly pinned her body down. He confined her with both hands. "Do I need to force you?"

Natalie finally turned her head, staring boldly at the man above her. "Even if you hit or whip me, there's nothing I can say. You'll just be wasting your emotions and efforts."

"Right." Dante looked at her deeply. "So, I won't be cruel."

He stared at Natalie's sexy lips that were red and seductive. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. "Maybe I should force you with something delicious."

Dante suddenly kissed Natalie roughly on the lips. His hands gripped and held both of her hands on the bed.