His Ballerina <3

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Alexander's POV:

I got her.

I had to stab her arm with a needle so she will be passed out for a couple of hours.

She lays helplessly in my arms.

I throw her in the back my car and start driving away with my men following me.

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I finally arrive back at my house after a long drive .

I drag her out and carry her to my dungeons.

It's we're I torture/keep the people who has betrayed me and my mafia or is overdue on there payment.

I put her in on of the cells and leave her until she wakes up.

I have cameras in my cells so I will know when she wakes up.

I look back as I see her lying helplessly on the old bed.

Abit of sympathy washes over me but I try to shake it off .

She fucking stole from me.

I walked up the stairs shutting the door making a Big Bang.

"What's up with you boss?"

Luke questioned me.

"Fuck off" I mumble.

He puts his arms up in surrender and smiles .

Fucking smiles .

He walks off before I could atleast fucking punch his jaw.

I go to my office and check on the cameras to see she's slowly waking up.

She rubs her eyes as she takes in her surroundings.

I see a tear slip from her eye and she puts her face down onto the bed.

I see her back rising up and down indicating that she's crying.

"fuck". I mumble quietly.

I shut off my laptop and walk to my basement.

I see her head slowly rise and her red puffy eyes meet my angry ones.

I walk down the steps and stand tall as she looks up at me and starts to walk slowly to me.

I scrunch my eye brows together.

As I see her stand infront of me but she's behind the bars.

Tears form into her eyes as she shakes her head.

"y-you don't know".

She whispered.

"Know what"?

I grew curious as she wasn't explaining anything .

I punched the bars which made a loud noise and for her to step back.

My knuckles started to swell up.

I didn't care I wanted information.

She chose the hard way.

I pushed open the door after unlocking it and dragged her to a chair.

I tied her wrists and ankles to the chair.

I grab a chair and sit in front of her.

"I'm going to ask you now and your going to explain, what do I not know eliza smith."

She sniffled as her eyes water as she looks at the floor.

She then looks up at me and opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out.

I start growing inpatient and I decide to scare her which will get everything I need.

I pick up one of my knifes and put it to her cheek.

Fear is easily seen through her eyes as she shakes her head continuously.

"THEN FUCKING TELL ME WHAT I DONT KNOW"!

I scream making her sob.

She looks at me and begins.

Finally.

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Eliza's POV:

He puts a knife to my cheek.

I shake my head I don't want him to hurt me.

I begin to cry.

I want to explain but I can't.

What if I get killed.

You know what screw that it's that or I'm getting killed now so.

"Okay so.. it was the night before I-I ran.."

He nodded.

I couldn't sleep that night for some reason and I was r-reading a book until my phone rings.."

He raises one eye brow for me to continue .

"It was around midnight so I was shocked to see anyone  so I obviously answered and I wished I never did".

My voice cracked towards the end.

"What do you mean Eliza".

Alexander harshly spoke.

"Well there was this m-man on the phone and he-.. he t-told me t-to g-o to your o-office and s-steal from you".

"And if I didn't I would have d-died that night".

I sob and look at the floor.

"fottuti russi".
(Fucking Russians)

" I know who it is" Alexander spoke.

I nod my head as he unties me and puts in the cell .

So he doesn't forgive me..

"Stay here".

I nodded and curled up on the floor crying.