Boss Lady's Stripper

Chapter 11

Isabella's pov-

"What was it exactly that you planned to do Ford?"

No response.

The room is so silent that I could here the heartbeats of every person in the room if I listened close enough. A room that I discovered, by just looking at the walls and Roof, was designed to make someone go crazy. Bright white walls, strong smell of bleach wafting off of every surface, and completely empty. Every sound echoes for what seems like long periods.

"I asked you a question." She steps further into the room and away from the door her heels clicking against the floor.

The open door.

I eye the door frame and look at Valentina. She takes a step towards ford leaving a big gap between her and the door. She's angled slightly away from it.

"Parla ragazzo. Quello che abbiamo intenzione di fare al mio giocattolo?" she growls the unknown words.
(Translation: speak up boy. What we're planning on doing to MY toy?)

"Nothing capo. Just sending a message that your not to be disobeyed or disrespected." He finally murmurs out.

"She is not yours to send that message to idiot. Keep your hands and mouth to yourself unless I tell you otherwise." she reaches for the inside of her jacket and I use the distraction to take off. I here fords painful grunt just as I escape the room.

"Isabella!" Valentina groans loudly from behind me. I dash down the dark hallways through twists and turns that make no sense on where they're leading too.

I book it towards a door at the end of the hallway. I block out the sounds of steps coming not far behind me. When I reach the door I grasp the handle and shove through it to find a set of stairs. Not hesitating I run up them two at a time hearing the steps getting closer until a hand grasps my ankle and yanks it from underneath me. I use my hands to catch my fall my knees and elbows banging against the stares just barely stopping me from hitting my face. My wrist burns from the impact. A weight is pressed against my back to keep me in place.

"You just couldn't fucking help yourself could you? Stupid girl." Tears streak from my eyes as the weight lifts off my back and my wrists get clasped together.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Just please let me go!" Valentina yanks me upward back to my feet and off of the stairs.

"I knew I should have just tied you up." I squirm and she squeezes my arms hard pushing back in the direction of the room that I ran from through the door.

Still refusing I push back against her until she's forced to drag me practically. She spins me grabbing my throat and pinning me to the cold wall. As soon as my spine touches the wall goosebumps cover my skin. I realize I still only wear my skimpy pieces of clothing from the club, a dark blue set that left little to the imagination minus the silver heels and sliver body chains that i had donned. I assume she took those so I couldn't use them as some sort of weapon.

Valentina's other hand disappears until I feel the undeniable cold sharp nudge of something against my stomach. My stomach that drops at the touch.

"Stop fucking running or so help me god I will fucking carve your useless spleen out and pin it to the wall to throw darts at. What's better is you'll be able to live to see me do it. " Valentina's face replicates annoyance above all else as she Spits out the words.

"I won't run again. I swear it just please don't." Tremors rack my body with my tears.

She looks me up and down her jaw ticking as she contemplates her next move. She sighs and slips her knife back inside her blazer. Her hand spears into my hair and grips while her other holds my wrists together.

"Move." She pulls me away from the wall and kick my feet to propel me forward. I silently cry as we make our way back towards the empty white room.

When we reach the wide open door to the room she shoves me in where I stumble and fall to the ground. I hiss through my tears when my wrist takes another impact. A slight flash of something unexplainable passes through Valentina's eyes at my pain. I see only the younger boy, Jay, in the room now. There are no signs of blood and no more signs of ford.

"I don't know what the fuck you want from me!" A hint of anger injects threw my fearful tears.

In one quick stride Valentina stands over me gripping my jaw.

"I want a lot from you doll, starting with you shutting that fucking mouth." I stare into her silver eyes that drip with darkness.

"Please I just want to go home." I whimper squeezing my eyes closed to block out her burning gaze.

"We don't always get what we want though do we princess?" Her thumb caresses my cheek and she releases me. When I open my eyes it's to see her back walking out of the room. She says something to Jay that I can't hear before leaving completely and then she's gone.

My eyes focus in on the young boy. I give him a pleading look and guilt covers his features.

"I'm really sorry you've been dragged into this miss. Despite what you might think Valentina lik-" he cuts himself realizing he almost said to much.

"I'm just sorry." He turns to leave this time the door shutting behind. I hear the loud sound of it locking and defeat washes through my body.

Tears continue to fall as I crawl to a corner and curl up into a ball hugging my knees close to my chest for comfort. My skin prickles with chills at the cold room. It's completely silent in here except for the sounds of my heavy breathing and sniffles bouncing off the walls.

I close my eyes and pray for sleep to take me under. My tears have slowed to a stop and hiccups have taken there place. I think of my perfect fury baby boy, Denali. I think of my big brothers and my big sister. My little brother and sister that are carbon copies of each other. My dad. I push away thoughts of my mom not wanting to worsen my situation with more negative emotions. I wonder when or if I'll ever see them again.

When I manage to drift off it's with dreams of images of us all laughing and smiling together. What I would give to have that right now.

But that means I'll never see her.

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