Trapped In Lace [DISCONTINUED UNTIL FURTHER NOTICE.]

Chapter 16

My breath hitched in my throat as I looked at the insanely handsome man that was currently holding a knife to my throat. 

He stared at me dead in the eyes, his Adam's apple moving up and down. 

"You shouldn't be here. Do the others know where you are?" He asked, his eyes reading my face for any sort of hesitation. I look to the side, refusing to give him an answer. But I faltered when he moved the knife from my neck to my chin to move it to look at him and to move my head up to stretch, exposing my fragile neck. "Answer."

This time I give him is answer by shaking my head slightly. My eyes wide and my lips parted, causing my mouth and lips to dry. I swallow and lick my lips to prevent them from cracking. Then slam my jaw shut and push myself even farther into the door, him following in suit to trap me in. 

"Words, love." He says, watching me wet my lips and my heaving chest.  

"No." I speak breathlessly, my knees bent so he his the only thing holding my up from my waist. 

"Hmm... would you like to see them?" He comments and moves the knife down to my abdomen and presses slightly. 

"No." I repeat again, this time not looking at him. But instead looking at the knife that trailed along my exposed stomach, through my ripped dress.

"You seem very negative, love. You should try saying 'yes' more often." He snarls and smirks. Drawing my eyes back to his again having all of my attention on him easily. "Anyway, lets go pay them a visit." His smirk drops completely as he grabs my forearm and drags my out into the hallway, knife in his other hand. His grip on my was like a vice, it didn't slacken once.

He 'led' me 'gently' through some unfamiliar twists and turns, until we were finally back at the grand staircase. We went down the stairs while I was practically falling, to  be met with both of the other men at the bottom, yelling orders down a phone in a different language. 

"You guys looking for this." He stated loud enough for them to hear us, since they hadn't noted our arrival yet. The mystery man let go of my arm and nudged me forward. 

"I am not an object thank you very much." I retorted back at his words while rubbing my arm that was now red.  

"Your welcome." He grinned sarcastically at me like a child. 

"Office, now." Luciano ordered at me again, grabbing the other arm firmly.

"What is with ya'll grabbing arms?!" I wince out as his grip tightens. 

"Sorry." His grip loosens on me, to a more comforting than aggressive hold on me. 

When we get to the office. He guides me gently to one of the black comfy almost sofa like chairs  that were placed in front of the dark wood desk. The mystery man sat in the 'big boy' chair while the others stood either side of me. 

"She already know who we are, she just needs to know about you." Sinn says calmly to the mystery man. 

"Ok. Well, I'm Daemon. I am 28." He states bluntly. "Any questions?"

"Uhm- Ok, what do you do?" I ask, curious on what waters I can tread in that wont get me killed instantly. 

"I tell people what to do. For example, I told these to to go fetch you." He points to Luciano and Sinn who are watching my every move to see how I am reacting to things. 

"Are they dogs or something?" I scoff and smirk. 

"Watch your mouth." Sinn says and takes a hold of my chin, bringing it up slightly to him while he bends down to meet me half way.

I slap his hand away and pull my chin back to its previous position. 

"Don't touch me." I mumble lowly, my body sinking into the chair like quicksand. 

"Something wrong, love?" Daemon questions, leaning forward placing his forearms on top of the desk in a taunting way.  

"I have another question." I retort.

"Speak."

"Why do you guys all have a name do to with hell?" I smile at my question, trying to hold back a fit of laughter.

"Short answer, It was a coincidence. We met as children and grew our empire together. Long answer, it is memorable. Plus we will make your life hell." He explained, though it was kind of weird their names it was nice for a change. I'd rather be called their names than some basic normal name. 

"That's kinda cool I guess. Also, why did you decide to start you little 'gang?'"

"Number 1- why not? Its good income, and if you do it right and don't get caught you can do anything you want. Number 2- Its not a little 'gang,' a gang wouldn't care for their members. Its every man for themselves. While in a famiglia or mafia as you may know it, every member has an important role that keeps the family alive. In a gang, there are rats and snakes everywhere. When in the mafia you will hardly ever see a traitor, but if you do it is dealt with very quickly and will set a lesson to the others."

"Hm, what do you do to them?" I ask another question, wanting to get all the queries out while I can. 

"We will come to that when the time comes. You are not ready for that conversation yet." Luciano says after just listening for a while.

"Now.. do you want to see your room?"