"You think I don't have control over you?" He asks darkly while looking at me like he could rip me to pieces.
I stare at him with fear, "I-"
"Every fucking night, you lay under me, screaming my name at the top of your lungs, making it pretty clear...
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"Did you get information off her like I asked?" I ask Javier who was sitting in front of me typing away on his laptop.
I knew she was never gonna tell me any information I wanted to get off her, and for some fucking reason, I couldn't torture her the way I usually do with enemies. There was just something about those eyes, those baby blue innocent fucking eyes.
"Navea Brecketts, you said?" his attention doesn't leave his laptop as he continues typing.
"Should I repeat myself?" I raise my glass of bourbon before drinking some.
"No, Capo." He shakes his head, fixing his glasses, and starts typing away on his laptop again.
While waiting for him to finish, somebody enters my office. I look at the door to see Enzo, looking at me with a shocked expression which I usually never see from him.
"Capo.." He trails off before taking a seat.
I look at him confused, "What is it?" I raise a brow as I watch him slowly. He brings out his cellphone from his pocket, unlocking it.
"I think you need to see this." He hands me the cellphone and I place the glass of liquor down before taking the phone from his hands.
The heir of the Moreau business corporation has gone missing.
"Why should I care about this bullshit?"
"Capo, just continue reading the article."
A video is shown of Victor Moreau and a woman by his arm, a woman who looked oddly familiar. I click on the video and it starts playing.
"We've decided to go public about this because of our situation. Moreau corp. has never intended on releasing this information publicly, but now, we've been cornered and have no choice.
"Our daughter, the heir of the Moreau corporation has gone missing. She has no idea of her position, and the power her name alone has and God knows how lost she must feel.
"No parent could ever want to lose their child, which is why this information of Moreau corp. having an official heir to take over the business was never released publicly.
"We'd like your help to find our daughter, photos of her will be released publicly and posters will be posted all over the world. Whoever finds her will win 1,000,000 million dollars.
"Please, Navea, come home."
The room becomes silent as the video ends and pictures fill the phone screen of a golden brunette woman with light blue eyes, who happened to be the same woman trapped in one of my guest rooms.
Was I shocked? Yes. But was I going to let her go? No. She just became the biggest prized possession in my hands. The heir of Moreau corp. The same woman whose father arranged to marry me.
