Held Captive

Deja Vu

Vixen's POV 

"She's going to fucking hate us when she finds out." Zane says, nervously chewing on his nails. I shrug my shoulders, unbothered as I tie her hands behind her back, tightening it to make sure she can't move. 

I don't say anything as I check her pulse, making sure she's still alive. We kept the bag on her head just in case she woke up earlier than expected and I knew from experience that there was hardly any room to breathe in there. He was right. She would hate us. Me specifically. Which is why it had to be done. Deep down she knows i'm not like everyone else. She senses something off about me. I can feel it. It's only a matter of time before she finds out the truth and there's no way in hell i'm letting that happen. 

"She won't be our problem for much longer." Jackson says but I notice the slight shift in his eyes. If I took a guess i'd say he felt the void of not having her here just as much as me and Zane. Even though he'd never admit it. 

My eyes catch on the twitch of her hand as she stirs in her seat, lifting her head. She seems to sit in silence for a moment and I see the exact moment she starts to panic as she frantically starts to pull at her restraints. Her chest heaves as she starts screaming, doing everything in her power to break free and it isn't until she sags against the chair in defeat, her loud sobs filling the empty space, that I feel the need to intervene.

I take a step toward her and remove my gun from my waistband, cocking it and setting it beside her. It was a warning. She flinches, her body starting to tremble. 

"If you're gonna kill me...please...just do it already." She sobs. 

Zane shakes his head and leaves abruptly. I knew this would be too much for him. He always gets attached too easily. Something you can never do in the business. Because there will always come a time like this where you have to do what needs to be done over what you want and you can't let your judgment get in the way. 

"I want to continue our agreement." My voice, comes out hard and controlled. It was the tone I used to give orders to my men or in meetings. She stills and I know she's putting the pieces together in her head.

"You're insane if you think i'll help you with anything." She spits in my direction. 

A big smile breaks across my face as I stuff my hands in my dress pants. "I don't remember asking." 

She stopped crying at this point as she bristles in her seat. "You may run everyone else but I refuse to be one of your little puppets that you think you can push around. I don't care what happens to me, my answer is no." 

I tip my head at Jackson and he walks behind her, snatching the bag off her head. I remain unfazed even as I see the faded purple bruise on her cheek, smudged in makeup. It looked like it'd been there for at least a week but I didn't have time to think much of it. At least not right now. I pulled the little bit of leverage from my pocket that i'd hoped I wouldn't have to use. It's not every man's dream to have a lot of blood on his hands. And I didn't need any more than I had but in my line of work, it came with the territory. 

I put the phone in front of her and make sure she gets a good look at it. It was a picture of her uncle boarding a plane to Italy. Her tough exterior breaks and she starts crying again. She knew she had to choose. "Please, leave him out of this." 

I shook my head, kneeling so were eye level. "All it takes is one phone call." 

Her body shakes as she catches on to what i'm saying. One phone call and he's dead. 

"Don't." She pleads, "I-I'll do it. I'll do whatever you want just p-please don't hurt him." 

I smile in triumph and stand, pocketing my phone and depositing my gun in my waistband. Maybe I was a sick fuck for using the only person she had as leverage but i'd done worse. He's the only person she has left. My plan was perfect. And it worked. I didn't trust her not to pull anything so as I motioned for Jackson to untie her I gave direct orders to tie her again as soon as she was on her feet. The three guards I had stationed around come out of the shadows and step forward, ready in case she tries to bolt.