Relationship Status: Mafia

Chapter 8

Alice POV

"Let me go!"

Early this morning, Zhen thought bringing me a breakfast tray was a good idea. He thought wrong.

As soon as he opened the door, I charged at him like a linebacker fueled by steroids, knocking the wind out. I had heard his footsteps and his big mouth from a mile away.

It required very little force to take Zhen to the ground, I may have overestimated him. We both got to our feet and ran to the door.

Then, that bastard overpowered me, grabbing my waist with one arm and pulling me back into the room against my will. I held on to the door frame for dear life, trying the pull away from him.

"Stop struggling!" He struggled with his teeth clenched.

"No!" I yelled like a defiant child.

Zhen wrenched me off the door frame with one hard tug, launching us back and tumbling to the ground in a heap. I hurried and straddled his stomach, reeling back my arm and landing a punch on his face. A long scratch on his cheek began to bleed, and then he threw me back with his legs over his head.

From the momentum, my face is smashed into the bedside. That gave Zhen enough time to get to his feet while muttering angrily in Japanese. He was most likely cursing me lower than a dog when he slammed the door closed.

"No!" I clumsily stand to my feet, running up to the door and jingling the handle. "No, no, no, fucking God dammit! Let me out!"
 
The door rattles as I bang with fists against the wooden barrier. After one last pound, I flopped down on the bed to scream into a pillow. I toss aside the silk-cased feathers before standing up and walking around my white-walled prison.

This room is bare with just the essentials. The reasonably large closet is empty from top to bottom. A vanity table in the corner of the room has been collecting dust, I notice when I run a finger on top. Throughout the room, there isn't a single decorative item to make this any less like a prison.

However, the tall wide window did keep me sane. It gave me something to focus on other than the white walls. I sat on the window sill while gazing at the city, tracing my eyes along the skyline. Where I sat, I loomed over nearby towers, never have I ever been this high up in a hotel or building. It is still a fantastic view, even if I am a prisoner and not a guest. The cars from this high looked like tiny toy Hot Wheels driving down the busy streets.

I push away from the window, trudging into the adjoining bathroom. I stopped right in front of the circular mirror that had exposed lights all around it. As I flicked on the lights, I cringed at the old hag with a fro staring back at me. I comb my hands through my hair, catching every knot possible. When I'm finished with the hot mess on top, I stare at the brown-eyed girl looking back at me.

I purse my lips bitterly, "You just had to follow your gut."

Two hard knocks came from the door, and I groaned while stepping out of the bathroom with my arms crossed. The door swung open, and to my surprise, Zhen and Len stood in the doorway looking over at me. A very noticeable red scratch adorned his cheek.

"You can't handle me by yourself, so you brought a friend this time," I stated with a subtle smirk.

Zhen narrowed his almond-shaped eyes into slits as Len poorly covered up a low chuckle with a cough.

"You're lucky I'm not allowed to kill you," he stated with more venom than usual. "Follow me."

I stayed planted across the bed, "Why should I?"

Zhen shared a knowing look with Len before facing me. "Because your life and chance of freedom depend on it."

Freedom, my chance at freedom from these goons? If this means that I have a chance to walk away from this, then I should table the attitude.