CHAPTER 14

Aleara’s POV.

Uhhhh, hangovers fucking suck. Especially when you can’t even remember a single thing about what happened the night before. Even worse, when you cant remember what happened the night before AND you wake up in someone’s else’s bed wearing nothing but your underwear, bra, and an oversized black sweatshirt that you don’t even own.

Panic rushed through me, and I threw the white satin sheets from me and bolted upright.

Was I even still a fucking virgin?

I don’t feel any different, I might still be holy.

I took in a very long deep breath in an attempt to calm myself down.

This room looked oddly familiar and yet so dark and different. All of the furniture was either black or a darkened grey, the curtains were as dark as night.

I examined my surroundings, whoever owned this place was hella emo.

I was about to get up and try to leave when the door flew open.

The devil himself stood there in all of his satanic glory, he looked freshly shaven, his iced eyes glared into mine.

“Morning, did you have a good night?”

Arrogant good-looking bastard.

An amused smile formed on his face as he mocked me shamelessly.

Ass face.

I jerked my head up and down shortly.

“You’re one hell of a drunk, whore,” He folded his arms over his chest, smirking, his expression was one that waited for me to react, he was hungry for me to slip up again.

But seriously:

What. The. Hell. Happened. Last. Night.

“Don’t worry,” He rolled his eyes and cocked his head to the side a little, “You didn’t lose your honor, I don’t like it when girls are as desperate as what you were,” he lifted one eyebrow, I could feel my cheeks turning a blotchy red.

I was terrible intoxicated, what the fuck had I said to him?

But desperate? This man had some nerve to call me desperate. Sure he was fine as fuck in the looks department, but his personality repulsed me, that was enough to turn anyone off. He was so cold and so murderous.

So desperate my fucking ass Atlas Drakov.

I held back my snarky comments, they would just make him hate me even more then what he already does.

Suddenly something clicked in my mind and my perspective changed.

Fuck it. He already hated me as much as he possibly could, I couldn’t make it any worse for myself.

“Uh captain… permission to speak freely?”

He looked completely unamused but at least he had the dignity to give me a brief nod.

“fuck you,” I uttered through gritted teeth.

This man had the audacity to be pissed off with me after all that he had done. I had been kidnapped, drugged, abused, and so much more in the short time that I had been here. I think he could handle a few hushed words to dent his abnormally large and shitty ego.

But apparently not.

In a second he had pulled his gun from his pocket and held it square in the middle of my forehead.

His glare remained cold and heartless as if he would have no trouble at all in pulling the trigger one me, like it would mean nothing of any sort.

“Continue to disrespect me like this you little whore, and I’ll have your head on my shelf by tomorrow morning,” He hissed though gritted teeth as my chest tightened.

I was growing all too familiar to the feeling of my heart racing. I gave a brief nod, he scoffed.

“Good,” He tapped his foot impatiently, “Now, after we finish this conversation you are going to go straight downstairs and to Jay. You’ll start your training today, and after that you’ll be marked,” He told me coldly, my heart skipped about seven beats.

“Marked?” What the fuck? I was so confused.

“Do you have a hearing problem whore? Yes marked, you are the property of the Italian Mafia, we’re going to brand you,” He smiled a cold and discomforting smile, it sent chills down my spine.

“No, no, no,” I held my finger in front of his face, “I’m not apart of your little girl scouts group, you can sell cookies without me,” I let out chuckle of nervous laughter, I was scared to shit right now.

“Shut the fuck up. This isn’t a girl scouts group. It’s the fucking mafia, and its very real. You’re lucky you have a purpose here, or I would have killed you already just to shut you up. In case you’ve forgotten, you’re here to stand by my side and look pretty. To do that, you need to be marked so that the men here know who the fuck you are. Unless you want people taking shots at your head every time you walk around the corner, then I suggest you do what you’re told,” He sighed impatiently.

Fucking ass hole.

I felt a rising pressure building in my throat, my anxiety was going to make me be sick. Every time I felt the lump in my throat rise, I knew I had to shove it back down, there was no point in arguing, I had no choice in the matter.

There was a knock on the door and Jay let himself in, turning his head between the two of us, waiting for something so be said and waiting for his fair share of information.

The devil stood in the door, holding it open, telling me silently to get the fuck out.

“Go, I’ll talk to you later,” he gave me a sharp nod before Jay latched onto my arm and half dragged me outside the door.

His nails dug into my skin, I winced.

“If that hurts you, then you’re in for one hell of a show today,” He chuckled underneath his breath sadistically.

My steps faltered as my legs went to cave in from the rising fear that weighed me down inside. I was going to fucking die. Either that, or I would come out so battered and bruised that you wouldn’t even be able to tell what was my eye from my nose. I was going to get pretty fucked up.

I had the sneaking suspicion that my kind of training wouldn’t be his kind of training.

He pulled me down the stairs, and then down another six flights of stairs.

How big was this fucking castle?

We stopped outside a metal and windowless door. I gulped.

“Uh Jay… how am I- uh- going to train in a sweatshirt… without pants?” I shifted awkwardly on my feet. His eyes trailed down my body, looking at my exposed legs, I pulled the shirt farther down.

“There are clothes for you inside,” He unlocked the door and led me inside, throwing me a duffle back full of clothes.

The room itself was full of mats, punching bags, exercise and lifting machines. It was a full-on gym.

“Get changed,” He ordered firmly. I nodded and opened the bag. Inside was a pair of runners, Nike shorts and a sports bra. Of course, there was nothing more modest in here, I was inside a fucking mafia compound.

I watched as he turned around to give me some privacy.

I noticed his studded piercing in his left ear and the tattoos that snaked down the back of his neck and down his shirt, he was built, but not so much so that it was unattractive.

Jay wasn’t a typical looking guy, he wasn’t preppy or handsome, he was beautiful in a way that I had never noticed before.

“when you’re done looking at me whore, you can get changed,” he said from behind, not glancing at me. Did this dude have fucking eyes in the back of his head or something?

I finished getting changed and told him it was safe to turn around.

“Now, I’m going to safely assume that you don’t have anything physically spectacular about you,” Jay muttered, looking me up and down, I was slightly offended.

“Excuse me?”

“Its’s just that you’re so small and fragile, you can’t be great, Atlas told me to help you, I’ll do what I can,” He scoffed. Motherfucker.

His arm grabbed mine, his cold rings made the hair on my arm stand on edge as we walked.

He lead us towards the mats which lead me to assume that he was going to make an antagonist move. He went to grab and kick out my ankle, but I jumped back, raising an eyebrow at him.

He through a punch but I ducked it before blocking another.

He sent a leg into my stomach, I didn’t catch that one, my soul had left my body. I doubled over in pain and wheezed before he sent a knee into my chest, I fell completely to the ground.

I struggled but managed to coordinate my limbs, scrambling to my feet and holding my hands up at my face again trying to shake off the ache in my stomach.

“Not bad whore, better then what I’d thought you would be,” He let out a smart remark.

I held my tongue to stop myself from saying something sassy.

“So, what you’re just here to beat me up, asshole?” I panted.

“Because I mean I hope you don’t expect me to fight and beat a fucking mobster in my first fight,”

The dangerous smirk ha left his face, but he still nodded.

“Fine, give me a set of eighty lines then, you’re in for one hell of a time,” he glared.