Her Secrets

9

|Athena's POV|

"How long have I been here?" I asked Sean who shrugged. "Are you planning on letting me go or—" I trailed off, tilting my head to the side as I stared at his perfect as hell face again. He was absolutely gorgeous with his sharp jawline, pink soft lips, grey eyes, brown hair—fucking hell. That man was so fine.

"I don't know yet," He muttered, his eyes fixed on me as he sat on the chair across mine. He tied my hands again after I was done eating which was around fifteen minutes ago.

"My back is starting to hurt," I complained, "be a gentleman and let me go? You know I'll keep my mouth shut about whatever you are."

"Whatever?" He repeated with a roll of his eyes before correcting, "it's whoever and besides, you don't even know anything."

"Right," I pursed my lips in a thin line, "exactly! So you have no reason to keep me here." 

"You're going to stay here," His voice was serious, "until I get the girl I am actually looking for."

"Are you fucking serious right now?" I asked in disbelief, "what if you never find her? Then what? I'm going to stay here and rot?"

"I guess so, darling."

"Fuck you," I hissed, struggling to free myself from these ropes.

"I bet you'd like that," He muttered before he asked, "what's your name?"

"That's really none of your business now, is it?"

"I will find out one way or another," he pursed his lips, narrowing his eyes at me, "have I met you before?"

"Who? Me? No, of course not." I scoffed. There was just no way he could've seen me, could he? I made sure to keep my face hidden from him that day, in the cemetery.  I couldn't risk anyone knowing who I was or how I was related to Alessio, it would put me and him as well as everyone he cared about in grave danger. I had my own enemies and they had theirs. Mine would give anything to hurt someone I care about. Unfortunately for them, they have no idea who I care about because according to them, I don't have anyone.

I made these enemies while taking down these men who were involved in ruining my life. Turned out they were part of something big—the Spanish Mafia. But that didn't stop me. I needed to have my revenge and I killed two of the men involved in what happened to me. I had only two to go. Me, being kidnapped, was slowing down my revenge—not that I could do anything about it.

"Wouldn't you know if you had met me?" I questioned earning a small sigh from him in response before he asked, "who was that man you killed?"

"Oh, you saw that?" I raised my brows to which he shook his head, "I've been told about it."

"I was not the one who did that," I shrugged, "I found him like that and was about to call the police when I was rudely knocked out."

"Then how come you have blood on you?" He was staring at me suspiciously. I wouldn't blame him, I would've done the same thing If I were him. I was aware of the fact that I had blood on my hands, face and dress but I never really cared. I sighed, "the man was alive when I saw him. He raised his bloodied hand to touch my face, it was weird—" the lie rolled off my tongue smoothly, "—he told me a name as he did that. Something like—" I furrowed my brows, trying my best to make my lie sound real, "—Alessio, whoever that is."

A look of recognition flashed in his eyes as he abruptly stood up from his seat, "are you sure?" I nodded, "why? Do you know that Alessio guy?" He didn't reply. Sean turned his back to me and headed towards the door before walking out, closing it behind him. A smirk found it's way onto my face while I relaxed into the uncomfortable chair. He was definitely going to call Alessio to ask him about that, meaning, I wouldn't be there for long.