Chapter 2 CAPTURED BUT NOT CAGED

For the past 2 days I haven't seen the weird man staring at me anymore and I kinda felt a bit relieved. Alessia was sick and so she didn't come to work today, so I didn't have anybody walking me home.

I walked with one of the bouncers till he got to his bus stop and left leaving me walking alone.

The neighbourhood was safe at least so I knew I had nothing to worry about. That was until I noticed a black tinted car following me.

At least I thought it was just driving, but it wasn't moving any faster than I was.

I pulled out my pepper spray from my bag just incase. The car then speed up a bit and parked right in front of me.

Oh dear.

Three men dressed completely in black came out.

"Miss Scarlet Rose?".

"Y...yeah?"

"You're being summoned by our boss, he asked we bring you either peacefully or forcefully ", the man said.

Oh for God sake, I was having a good day.

"Don't be scared ma'am, we mean no harm. But we will be of harm if you don't follow us".

"How the hell do you want me to follow you when I don't know who you are??".

"Just trust us ma'am ".

"Trust you? if you come one inch close to me I will remove your eye balls", I said pointing my pepper spray at them.

They didn't even bulge, they walked up to me and easily overpowered me and threw me into the car while I screamed.

"Okay who is your boss?", I yelled as they drove off.

"Mr Valerio Alessandro", one of them said.

Who the hell is that?

"Okay can you please just let me go and think about it, or I'll come in the morning or sometime later in life?", I cried.

"We're sorry ma'am, we're under strict orders".

After 20 minutes of fighting and kicking and negotiating with these men to let me go, the car finally stopped and I was pulled out to the front of this... castle?

This place looks like a castle! what part of town is this place?

"What does your boss want from me? I don't sell drugs and I'm sorry I can't help you sell drugs at the bar, I'm really sorry", I shamelessly begged.

They didn't let me go.

They led me inside the house and took me up the stairs and dropped me In a huge room with a long conference table, almost like an office.

"Mr Valerio will see you soon", they said and then shut the door locking me in it.

"Who the fuck is Valerio?", I cried.

I started looking around the room for something I could use to protect myself. Even if it was a stick, a bat, anything!

I checked in one of the tables and I found a gun.

Oh yes!

But they weren't any bullet's in it. Doesn't matter I could use it to scare them.

"Hi Scarlett", I hear a very familiar Italian voice from the other side of the room.

I turned around immediately and point the gun at him.

You won't believe who it was, that hot stalker from the club!

Yes I said hot stalker, he is hot.

This is the Valerio?!!

"Why the hell did you kidnap me?", I asked

"Drop the gun sweetheart", he said walking towards me slowly.

"You haven't answered my question."

"Because I wanted to talk to you", he said.

"And the perfect way was to kidnap me???".

"Well you didn't give me another option, you ignored me at the club".

This is why I hate men, this man is insane.

"Are you... what the -"

"I'm sorry for my harsh methods, please drop the gun", he said still walking towards me.

"Stay away from me!".

"I'm not gonna hurt you Scarlett".

"No one calls me Scarlett except my-"

"Brother and your best friend, I know".

How does he know that?

The only reason I told him my name was Scarlett was because no one knew me with that name so it'll be impossible to find me.

"You're scaring me", I said.

"I'm sorry, people say I'm scary, I'll change that for you".

That was an odd thing to say.

"Okay, now stop walking towards me", I said.

"Drop the gun sweetheart".

"I'm not your damn sweetheart", I stated.

Right now he was right in front of me.

Man he was tall. Like 6'4 or something.

He pressed his chest on the gun.

"Do you want to shoot? I don't mind getting a bullet in the chest from you, I might not make it but at least it's worth it", he said in a very calm voice looking me dead in the eyes.

I swallowed hard as he slowly took the gun from me and tossed it at the far end of the table.

"Okay, what do you want from me?", I asked trying to calm myself a little bit.

"Come with me", he said leading me out of that place to another room.

He turned the lights on.

So apparently he's an artist, a very good one at that, but that's not the issue. Tell me why this room is filled to the brim with both pencil portraits and paintings of me.

Me!!!

From picture photographs to pencil portraits to actually paintings of me.

Nothing more or less than me.

"I've been watching you for 6 months, since that day we met and I have to say that I'm completely obsessed with you, I know everything about you, details...I mean details".

This was creeping me out.

"How detailed?", I asked.

"I know you don't put sugar in your coffee, you're lactose intolerant yet you still take diary products cuz you don't care, you wear glasses when you read, you don't have a tattoo cuz you donate blood for Charity. You're in a relationship with a complete dick head ".

"My boyfriend is not a dick head ", I corrected.

He smirked at me with his hands in his pocket and that was moment I realized he's just too casually attractive, like he's not even putting in any effort.

"Okay, none of this explains anything you're saying, what do you want?".

"I want you to be my wife ".