Held Captive

Trapped

Vixen's POV

I clasp my hands in my lap as I lean back in my black leather chair. Zane and Jackson sit opposite me as we discuss what we're gonna do with our unexpected guest in my office.

"I think that the best thing to do here is let her go." Zane says. I stare him down with a glare he's much accustomed to.

"Great idea Zane so she can go inform Klaus that we chained her up and held her hostage in our basement." I say, sarcastically.

"He's right, Zane. If she really is an Italian spy then that'll defenitely give him a reason to retaliate. We've kept the peace for this long. Let's not fuck this up."

"She's not a goddamn spy!" Zane bellows, causing us both to give him a quick once over. Zane doesn't yell and he definitely doesn't swear unless he's under stress. The part that really catches me is the fact that he talks about her as if he knows her. One glance at Jackson and I can see that me and him are on the same page.

"Zane." Jackson says softly. His eyes are glued to the floor as he try's to keep himself in check but he gives a curt nod to let us know he's listening. "Who is she?"

"She's in my AP English class" He practically whispers. Jacksons' eyes go wide as if everything is now making sense but i'm still confused. A part of me could have sworn i've seen her before but there's no telling how accurate that part is. I still can't place who she is.

"Her name is Laylah Clayton. Do what you want." He get's up and exits the room like his pants are on fire. Even if he doesn't like it he knows that whatever we come up with will be the best thing for all of us. I turn to Jackson and get to business.

"I want a full background check on her, boyfriends, close friends, family members, hell even associates. I want to know every little detail."

"Vix..." Jackson starts but I cut him off, "Even if she isn't a spy, the Italians targeted us for some reason and I have a gut feeling that the girl is the answer to all our questions."

Jackson stands and nods once before leaving the room. Without him having to say so I already know he's going to do exactly what I asked him to. I straighten my tie and check my watch to see 9:30 flash across the screen. It's been a week and I still haven't gotten my little hostage to crack. I make my way down to the basement ready to try a new approach.

I walk in and the guards automatically leave, knowing that I won't need their help down here. I enter the tiny confinement and the click of the door behind me startles my little hostage from her beauty sleep. I stalk towards the bed, making sure not to show any emotion as I slip a key out of my suit jacket and unlock the chains around her wrists and ankles. 

"Stand up." I say, leaving no room for argument. She sighs in relief, rubbing her wrist as if she can't believe they're actually free. She quickly stands up, stumbling into me. I push her pale body off of me, wrap my hand around her elbow and start pulling her out the door. I take her into the kitchen and shove her into one of the chairs.

"Try anything and I swear to god I will have my men shoot you on the spot." I spit, done with her already. I walk over to the fridge and pull out the ingredients to make a sandwich. I plate the sandwich and go to sit opposite her.

"Thank you" She breathes out as she practically inhales the sandwich I put in front of her.

"Don't think for a fucking second that I forgot about the little stunt you pulled. I should have already slit your throat." I suffice. She gulps down a bite, gets out of her chair and drops to her knees beside me, "Please just let me go. I won't say anything to anyone. No one has to know about this. I promise." She begs. "Stand up" I demand and she immediately scurry's to her feet, "Fortunately, I don't believe you but that's not why you're here. Sit down." I try my best to stay calm but those sad eyes staring me down are really starting to get to me. She sits down hesitantly with a confused exppression on her face. "So you believe me?"