Held Captive

Forgiveness

Vixens POV

"Tell me you told her." Zane says, looking uncomfortable as he shifts on the couch. We sit in my office at the Ballanti Law Firm. A business that has been through a long line of ancestors from my father's father and now to me. Jackson stares at me as if also waiting on my answer.

"She knows that her brother's dad died and was in the Mafia. That's enough." I stand up and put my hand out as Zane opens his mouth to protest.

"Don't forget that your the one her brought her into all of this. My father just died. Hell, were still planning his funeral. I don't have time for any distractions and that's all she's become. She's your problem, not ours." I remind him. 

He looks at me, a flash of sympathy in his eyes before he reluctantly nods. He knows this is for the best. Dragging her into all this will make her life hell and I know that the last thing he wants to do is hurt her. 

The door opens and in walks Drew, with Laylah in tow. I take one good look at her face and to say she was mad would be an understatement. 

"Perfect timing. We were just talking about you actually....Zane has something he wants to say to you." I started. Zane sneers at me and then pats the seat next to him for her to sit down. She's still fuming about something but she plants her perfect ass on the couch anyway. 

Damnit. Ever since that kiss we shared I haven't been able to get her out of my head. It's not healthy how many times I think about taking her on every surface I come across. 

Someone clears their throat and I see Zane staring at me as if waiting for me to say something. I stare straight back with a confused expression on my face. He just sighs and Drew chirps in, "Boss, if I may I think you're making a huge mistake. If you let the girl go now all they'll do is kidnap her."

I grip the edge of my desk, "I'm not responsible for what happens to-"

"Listen here fuckwad" Laylah stands up, pointing an accusing finger my way, "First of all, your right. You're sure as hell not responsible for me and no one has been. I can take care of myself and I have been before you kidnapped me. So don't sit here and talk about me like i'm not fucking here and let me know what the hell is going on." 

The fire in hers eyes is a strange mirror to the fire in mine and it ignites something in me that travels straight to my groin. I can't breathe as my pants start to feel tighter and tighter around my waist. I reach up and unbutton the top three buttons of my dress shirt, finally being able to breathe a little. 

I give a curt nod and sit back in my chair as Zane fills her in on everything that's been going on. I stare at her, watching every expression that crosses her face. I find myself not being able to look away for the remainder of our little sit down. She was even sexier when she was mad. 

She stares open-mouthed at all of us, giving each of us a once over before stalking up to my desk, shooting daggers at me. "How long have you known this? How long have you kept this from me?" She practically screams. 

"Keep your voice down. Don't forget where you are or who you are talking to. Need I remind you that you are standing in the office of the CEO of the Ballanti Law Firm. The wealthiest and most prestige industry since 87."

She jolts back, my words putting her in her place. She spins on her heel and storms out without a backward glance. For a second i'm surprised she left without a fight until she slams the door so hard I can feel my ears ring. I grit my teeth and can barely contain my anger as I motion for Drew to follow her. If it were anyone else, I would have rung their neck. 

Jackson seems to notice what state i'm in as he heads for the door mumbling something about canceling my meetings for the rest of the day. Looks like i'll have more than enough time to show my little inconvenience how bad she just fucked up.