Isabel is a getting a second chance at life when getting accepted to NYU, nobody ever leaves the ghetto. Her fears of never leaving become true when her brother leaves her for dead in a car accident. His lifestyle put Isabel at risk when she ends up...
It's been week since I met Gale. I might be trapped and alone, but I know I'm safe when he's around. Safe with my kidnapper's brother, how funny right?
I sure know how to screw my head up even more then it is. Since coming to their penthouse I haven't seen Juan much. I'm glad about it too, his reaction to me staying here gave me chills.
*flash back a week ago*
"Wow," my eyes lit up at the breathtaking apartment. Stepping off the elevator I was instantly bewildered from the dazzling gold chandeliers. I didn't expect their home to be so feminine. The apartment even smelled like honey, I was expecting death.
"It's the best I could offer." Gale shrugged at me awkwardly. It's like him and his brother are two separate people.
"Here come on," he takes my hand gently and guides me through the breath taking home.
We went through room by room to reach the stairs, they were very modern with a touch French. I shouldn't be so satisfied and pleased with the Gale's hospitality. I was kidnapped if he really wanted to help me, he would let me free.
"Why so quiet?" He asked me sincerely, as he opened the door for me.
"Nothing." My words come out colder than I wanted them to. Gale eyes narrows down on me, I couldn't tell what he was thinking. But I know, it wasn't good.
"Beautiful bedroom your giving her." Juan called out to us, his voice interlaced with sinister meaning.
"Bedroom?" I questioned him before looking at the pretty laid out room.
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It was modern bedroom with a light look to it. As I admired the bedroom juan walked closer to us. His lips were pressed against my neck now.
"Why don't you say what you really want?" He whispers to me seductively, moving the strands of hair from neck. Exposing it.
"Juan what are you doing bro." Gale rolls his eyes at his brother, as he stood there and watched him kiss my neck.
"She smells like coconut even if she hasn't showered in 2 days," Juan snickers. He moves his lips from my skin to then lick them. Juan stared at me in the process, as did Gale.
"What do you want with her?" Gale questioned his brother once more, this time more irritated. His brown eyes shown a confused look in Juan intentions.
"Baby brother, I'm here to protect you from the big bad Italians. What I do with women are not your concern." He chuckled sinisterly at Gale. His eyes were encrusted with lust as those eyes searched my body.
